Top 10 Famous, Romantic Love Poems

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As long as there have been poets, there have been love poems. After all, if love cannot inspire, what can? Our minds turn to love on special anniversaries, Valentine’s Day and weddings, but how to express it? We are not all blessed with the gift of poetic words. The list below may include a romantic love poems for him or a love poem for her to serve the occasion but don’t pretend it’s yours. You will look very foolish when you are found out. But love tends to do that to us anyway.

10. ‘Wild Nights’ by Emily Dickinson

Emily-Dickinson-Wild-nights-manuscript

A leading American poet (1830 – 1836), she is one of the most accessible and popular poets. This selection is not typical of her output and is surprisingly passionate for a woman of those times. Dickinson led a secluded life and it’s not certain for whom these lines were intended, ‘might I but moor tonight with thee’. Biographers believe that she may have created a fantasy for herself. But this may also have been a love poem for a man.

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!

9. ‘We Are Made One with What We Touch and See’ by Oscar Wilde

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See’ by Oscar Wilde

Of course, it’s well known that Wilde’s romantic exploits got him into trouble, resulting in a two-year sentence for hard labour.  He’s better known for his comedic plays and witty quotes than for his poems. This poem has the joyful line; ‘we draw the spring into our hearts and feel that life is good’. Read the full poem.

We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!

8. ‘Bright Star’ by John Keats

bright star by john keats

A leading figure amongst the English Romantic poets, many of Keats’ poems are melancholic. He was a doomed man, dying of TB at the age of 26 in a house in Rome where he had gone to improve his health. The house, next to the Spanish Steps, is now a museum dedicated to his life and the life of Shelley. He wrote his poetry in a brief five-year period. Sensual love is celebrated in the line, ‘pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast’.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

7. ‘Another Valentine’ by Wendy Cope

another-valentine-windy-cope

This is from the point of view of a couple that have been together a long time. At first, Cope seems slightly resentful that she is being forced into making a romantic declaration just because a certain date in the calendar demands it, but she gets into the spirit of the occasion and her love for her man shines through. They are sure of each other, as shown by ‘you know I’m yours and I know you are mine’. It is more difficult to find love poems for him, but “Another Valentine” is just that.

Today we are obliged to be romantic
And think of yet another valentine.
We know the rules and we are both pedantic:
Today’s the day we have to be romantic.
Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic.
You know I’m yours and I know you are mine.
And saying that has made me feel romantic,
My dearest love, my darling valentine.

6. ‘A Drinking Song’ by W.B. Yeats

a drinking song by W.B. Yeats

The title does not suggest a love poem and it’s debatable as to how much alcohol consumption is playing a part! Nevertheless, it is a romantic poem. The opening lines are ‘wine comes in at the mouth and love comes in at the eye’ Let’s hope they don’t regret it in the morning.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

5. ‘Valentine’ by John Fuller

valentine john fuller

Perhaps the least well known poet on the list, he is an English writer, born in 1937, and is the son of the feted poet, Roy Fuller. This is a sensual poem, which celebrates the physical features of his beloved; ‘I like it when you tilt your cheek up’.  It’s a gently teasing poem with fun lines such as ‘I’d like to find you in the shower and chase the soap for half an hour’. Read the full poem.

The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power and see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a féte.
I’d like to offer you a flower.

4. ‘Love Is’ by Adrian Henri

Love Is by Adrian Henri

The late Henri, along with his fellow Liverpool poets, Roger McGough and Brian Patten, brought poetry to a new generation in their 1967 anthology, ‘The Mersey Sound’. It’s a poem about everyday love between everyday people but is strangely touching. ‘Love is a fan club with only two fans’ and ‘love is what happens when the music stops’.

Love is…
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is.
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don’t put out the light
Love is
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is
Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is
Love is you and love is me
Love is prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me
Love is…

3. ‘How Do I Love Thee’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

how do i love thee by elizabeth barrett browning

Browning had the advantage of a good education, not given to most Victorian women in England. She blossomed as a poet and found love with fellow writer, Robert Browning. They married against her father’s wishes and eloped to Italy. It doesn’t get any more romantic than that. The opening lines to this romantic love poem are often quoted; ‘how do I love thee, let me count the ways’.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

2. ‘A Red, Red Rose’ by Robert Burns

a red red rose by Robert Burns

This is both a poem and a song, first published in 1794. Burns is one of the most famous Scotsmen in the world and the anniversary of his birth, January 25th, is celebrated around the world with recitations, whiskey and haggis (for those that can stomach it). Burns Night undoubtedly features this romantic poem and the lines, ‘O, my love is like a red, red, rose, that is newly sprung in June’.

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

1. ‘Love Sonnet 130’ by William Shakespeare

love sonnet 130

The most revered playwright in history also found time to compose 154 sonnets, published in 1609. The sonnets are a great source for quotations on the theme of romance, love and passion. He was constantly preoccupied with the relationships between men and women in his writing. Number 130 glories in lines, such as ‘and yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare’.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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    • Thank you Daniel for the Brazilian poem. It’s interesting – have to say it probably lost a fair bit in the translation.

  1. Anne Iredale on

    Thanks Trueblleu

    I'm not familiar with Pablo Neruda. In fact, I'm ashamed to say I'm not familiar with non-British, Irish and North American poets (with the exception of a couple of Chinese poets) A situation I intend to put right! However, my favorite novelist is German (Hermann Hesse). Glad you liked the list.

  2. Here's a love poem by Herman Melville(!):

    The Lover and the Syringa Bush

    Like a lit-up Christmas tree,

    Like a grotto pranked with spars,

    Like white coral in green sea,

    Like night's sky of endless stars,

    To me, like these, you show, Syringa,

    What heightening power has love, believe,

    While here at Eden's gate I linger,

    Love's tryst to keep with truant Eve.

    By the way, Syringa is the scientific name for the lilac.

  3. One of my personal favorites is Song: To Celia by Ben Jonson.

    Drink to me, only with thine eyes

    And I will pledge with mine;

    Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

    And I'll not look for wine.

    The thirst that from the soul doth rise

    Doth ask a drink divine:

    But might I of Jove's nectar sup

    I would not change for thine.

    I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

    Not so much honouring thee

    As giving it a hope that there

    It could not withered be

    But thou thereon didst only breath

    And sent'st it back to me:

    Since, when it grows and smells, I swear,

    Not of itself but thee.

  4. Only Love

    Love can sometimes be fresh.

    Love can sometimes be new.

    Love can sometimes make you happy.

    And sometimes make you blue.

    Love is the light that radiates from your eyes.

    Love is your image floating in the skies.

    Love is true.

    And darling, the only love for me is you.

    • ImmortaL LovE

      Love is all about caring,
      like a small wave of the sea coming closer without daring;
      Love is the heaven’s fountain,
      like the beautiful valley flowing through the vast mountains;
      Love is the god’s most beautiful made bonds,
      this is the only thing of which i am very fond;
      Love is the strongest bond on this earth,
      no one knows when it takes birth;
      Love binds each and every thing,
      which give love birds their wings;
      Love is divine and powerful,
      which makes it more realistic and wonderful;
      Love is like a beautiful dove,
      O the citizens of the world, Please LovE!

      to all the love birds on this valentine……………..

  5. Our Love

    As long as there is love, I will cherish you.

    As long as there is life, I will love you.

    As long as the stars shine above, I will want you.

    As long as there are waves in the ocean, I will need you.

    As long as there is heaven above, there will always be our love.

  6. The Night Was Made For Romance

    The night was made for romance.

    In the night our two hearts dance.

    Under the stars our lips touch.

    In the garden your embrace means so much.

    The night was made for love.

    Our hearts cooing like a white dove.

    Your eyes sparkling like diamonds so white.

    I love you darling with all my might.

    The night was made for caring and trust.

    And darling, God made this night for us.

  7. Pablo Neruda is really great. "Almost out of the Sky" is awe inspiring – nothing saccarin about it.Dorothy Parker's "Dark Girl's Rhyme" is a beautiful poem about star crossed love.

    I like that they are both bitter sweet examples that tell a tale more layered than multiple lines of full frontal flattery could ever hope to achieve. IMHO 😉

  8. John Fuller's Valentine is exhilerating for its sheer earthy, audacious passion. Loved it. It says in the little introduction for him that he is lesser known than his father Roy Fuller. In fact i know a bit of the former's poems. Does anyone have more poems to share? Even Roy's, if he is as good.

    And do add Neruda, as someone suggested.

    • Ok, I am sorry to be the English snob, but that particular sonnet by Shakespeare is NOT a love poem, if you take a look at the language, you will see that. Plus, there are several others that are considerably more romantic- especially 116, which is my favorite.

        • Wasn’t referring to “She walks in beauty” I know it is Byron. I didn’t mean to link directly to your comment. I was talking about Sonnet 130 from the list, which is not a romantic poem. Apologies.

      • JulietSammules on

        Good, someone else who caught that!

        For those of you on here who are unaware of what sonnet 116 is:

        Let me not to the marriage of true minds
        Admit impediments. Love is not love
        Which alters when it alteration finds,
        Or bends with the remover to remove:
        O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
        That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
        It is the star to every wandering bark,
        Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
        Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
        Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
        Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
        But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
        If this be error and upon me proved,
        I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

        Sonnet 116 is a beautiful poem about love. Sonnet 116 discusses the strength of love when it’s true and the language in general is more focused on romantic ideas. Sonnet 130 is not romantic or touching in any way. Sonnet 130 is focused more on the down side of a long relationship. 130 is saying that he loves her even though she has all of the listed flaws. A list of flaws about the person you love is not something that’s romantic, even if your saying you still love them, and definitely not nearly as romantic as 116. Think about it, if you were in love which would you rather receive from your significant other, a poem about your flaws that at the end says your significant other still loves you anyways or a poem about the strength of their love for you?

        • Byron’s poem is quite possibly my all-time favourite. However, I would argue that Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130 *is* a love poem! It is not the gushy sentiment of frantic, new love. It is not the sensual praise of desire. It is that sturdy, self-assured love that can only ripen with time. It’s the old man who looks at his aged, fat, wrinkled wife with the thin hair and arthritic fingers, and all he can say is “Isn’t she a beauty?” (Or, as Shakespeare would put it “And yet, by Heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare”) 🙂 I have always thought it to be an incredibly romantic sonnet.

  9. One of my favorites from the man himself, W.B. Yeats.

    He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

    Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

    Enwrought with golden and silver light,

    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

    Of night and light and the half-light,

    I would spread the cloths under your feet:

    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

    I have spread my dreams under your feet;

    Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.

  10. I find it ridiculous to list Love Sonnet 130 as the number one romantic poem. Can't you read into it at all? It's not exactly romantic. The woman is not complemented but insulted. She's said to have wires for hair, her voice is unpleasant and her breath reeks, her eyes are dull, and so forth. Sure, the ending indicates that regardless of it all the speaker truly loves her.

    But romantic? Not really 😛

    Shakespeare has countless poems which are much more romantic than this one.

    Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day for instance.

    • I just saw this, and normally i dont get involved, but your argument is blooming ridiculous. Shall i compare thee to a summers day is good, but it doesnt have the depth of emotion or truth. it takes no skill to say, oh she has eyes like the sun, lips like coral. other poets did that before shakespeare, here this poem mock those poets while showing that what he is saying is not sweet nothings. He loves to hear her speak, but it is nto the greatest thing he has heard, she is not perfect, nobody is, and yet, he compares her to a goddess and still believes that the love he has for this woman is greater than any love he could have, any woman who would falsely be compared to the sun.

  11. My favourite love poem is by anon, I think its called 'Love not me for comely grace

    For my pleasing eye or face,

    Nor for any outward part,

    No, nor for a constant heart.

    For these may fail or turn to ill,

    So thou and I shall sever.

    Keep therefore a true woman's eye

    And love me still but know not why,

    So hast thou the same reason still

    To dote upon me ever.

    It's just simple and I love it.

  12. Signoro Incognito on

    "To know, know, know you,

    Is to love, love love you

    And I do"

    Always the slow-dance ladyslayer- late, great Bobby Vinton.

    • Signoro Incognito on

      Why can't you see?

      Oh, how blind can you be?

      To know, know, know you

      Is to love, love, love you

      Just to see you smile

      Makes my life worthwhile

      To know, know, know you

      Is to love, love, love you

      And I do, yes I do, yes I do

      I'll be good to you

      And I'll bring love to you

      Oh, everyone says there'll come a day

      When I'll walk along side of you

      And to know, know, know you

      Is to love, love, love you

      And I do, yes I do, yes I do

      Why can't you see?

      Oh, how blind can you be?

      Someday you'll see

      That you were meant for me

      To know, know, know you

      Is to love, love, love you

      Just to see you smile

      Makes my life worthwhile

      To know, know, know you

      Is to love, love, love you

      And I do, yes I do, yes I do

      And I do, yes I do, yes I do

      Yes I do

  13. THE BRACELET: TO JULIA

    by: Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

    HY I tie about thy wrist,
    Julia, this silken twist;
    For what other reason is’t
    But to show thee how, in part,
    Thou my pretty captive art?
    But thy bond-slave is my heart:

    ‘Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
    Knap the thread and thou art free;
    But ’tis otherwise with me:
    –I am bound and fast bound, so
    That from thee I cannot go;
    If I could, I would not so

  14. Umm…so whoever wrote this list didn’t realize that Sonnet 130 is NOT a love sonnet. It’s Shakespeare saying that his mistress is an ugly whore…

  15. The list is good. Especially i like the poem ‘A Drinking Song’ by W.B. Yeats. There are lot of famous love poems in other languages too and I love some sufi poems and they are very romantic also. Rumi’s poems are also very good.

  16. Actually, Sonnet 130 is not a commentary on love at all but is discussing Shakespeare’s opinion that it is ridiculous for poets to compare women to aspects of nature because, clearly, if his love’s eyes were actually like the sun they would burn a hole through his head. To me, Sonnet 116 is much more romantic and it is one of my favorite poems.

  17. One Love poems on

    I would like to be able to heal the wounds, to me
    I leave you when you have a love,
    I would like to specialize in your life,
    And finally leave the drinks,
    Loaded with alcohol.

    I would like to be able to fill me of illusions,
    Thinking that one day I’ll be your love,
    But the sad reality and the songs,
    They say that you always have love,
    And that always only I will be.
    http://lovepoemsforhim-fromtheheart.com/one-love-2

  18. Famous Love Poems on

    @Bethel here is the start of the poem To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell for ya!

    Had we but World enough, and Time,
    This coyness Lady were no crime.
    We would sit down, and think which way
    To walk, and pass our long Loves Day.
    Thou by the Indian Ganges side.
    Should’st Rubies find: I by the Tide
    Of Humber would complain. I would
    Love you ten years before the Flood:
    And you should if you please refuse
    Till the Conversion of the Jews.
    My vegetable Love should grow
    Vaster then Empires, and more slow.
    An hundred years should go to praise
    Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze.
    Two hundred to adore each Breast.
    But thirty thousand to the rest.
    An Age at least to every part,
    And the last Age should show your Heart.
    For Lady you deserve this State;
    Nor would I love at lower rate.

  19. You Are On My Mind

    It makes me happy just being by your side
    All those feelings I just canâ??t hide
    Youâ??ll always be in my heart
    Canâ??t bear the pain when were apart

    Nobody is as special as you are to me
    Now I hope you are beginning to see
    Just how much I care for you
    And all my feelings will always be true

    I canâ??t describe how much I care
    But when you need me, I will be there
    To wipe those tears when you are sad
    To make you happy when you are mad

    All these things I really can do
    Just remember Iâ??m thinking of you
    You are on my mind 24-7.

  20. best romantic poem..

    Unending Love

    I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.
    My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
    That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.
    Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
    It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
    As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
    Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
    You become an image of what is remembered forever.
    You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
    At the heart of time, love of one for another.
    We have played along side millions of lovers,
    Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
    the distressful tears of farewell,
    Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
    Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
    The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
    Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
    The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
    And the songs of every poet past and forever.

    ~Rabindranath Tagore

  21. Lesley Anderson on

    Here Lizzie, this is for any kind of love: by Emily Dickenson

    Its all I have to bring today
    This, and my heart beside
    This, and my heart, and all the fields
    And all the meadows wide
    Be sure you count should I forget
    Some one the sum could tell
    This, and my heart, and all the bees
    Which in the clover dwell.

    • Adjusting
      New ring, new shoes, new heart
      But how many times they broken apart,
      adjusting to opening up again now I know how many men’s was playing, never seem to understand why they leave the bruises on me and thought win.
      adjusting to what can’t they understand they never win, Due to the fact when you bruise me your only losing me, could be a wife, best friend, who knows ?! Adjust to that …
      Adjusting to the fact my love deeper than any ocean wider than any mountain above
      The only person can handle this adjustment is my only true love ….

  22. Only In Time

    When I think of love
    I think of you
    I think of me
    and all we could be

    I think about “us”
    and know that I must
    stop
    and take a step back

    Because this is all in my head
    a story no one has read
    a secret held close to my heart

    So I sit and I wish
    and I dream of a time
    that when anyone asks
    I can say that you’re mine

    For I once heard a whisper
    or perhaps just my thoughts
    that I’m not the only one
    who wishes
    and dreams
    and dares to believe
    that there will be an “us”
    a “you and me”
    and there will be a time
    that when anyone asks
    I can say that you’re mine

    That time will come
    I know this, I do
    just like I know
    that roses are red
    and violets are blue
    and forever and always
    I have loved you

  23. This is one brief poem I came across that means so much:
    I know I don’t need to prove my feelings to know they’re true
    because what I’ve known in my past, doesn’t come close to the experience I’ve shared with you
    I’ve had the experience of being in relationships before
    however, this is the first time I’ve been truly happy… I couldn’t ask for anything more
    it’s an honor to know that I am yours, as you are mine
    and I trust God that He’ll bring us together in His beautiful time

  24. Secretly, lip want to touch with lip
    Breath want to mixed with breath
    Head want to put on left side of chest
    Silent love has not effective distance
    Minds language just realization.
    From where are to calling me continuously
    and to being looted stamina and thinking
    Standing and waiting aside the road
    To looking green and red signals passerby passing
    Standing and waiting to looking arising and setting
    The Sun day & night passing no variation.
    Secretly want to hug to touch to mix
    to put on for being two in one.

  25. somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
    E. E. Cummings, 1894 – 1962

    somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
    any experience,your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me, i and
    my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
    compels me with the color of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens;only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

  26. Richard Wright on

    CONGRATULATIONS! nice list!! But I sugest the topic should rather be in a form that the “TOP” should be removed off the lineage of the words forming the topic or blog if I may say.I wish any of had ever read one of the African romantic poems entitled “In Your Presence” by David Diop,it’s my best so far!

  27. Richard Wright on

    Please is there any secret about how a good poet who is underground could make himself and his work known to the world like other poets? Please help if you can!

  28. Love Poem
    (by John Frederick Nims)

    My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
    At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,
    Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen,
    And have no cunning with any soft thing

    Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people:
    The refugee uncertain at the door
    You make at home; deftly you steady
    The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.

    Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers’ terror,
    Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime
    Yet leaping before apopleptic streetcars—
    Misfit in any space. And never on time.

    A wrench in clocks and the solar system. Only
    With words and people and love you move at ease;
    In traffic of wit expertly maneuver
    And keep us, all devotion, at your knees.

    Forgetting your coffee spreading on our flannel,
    Your lipstick grinning on our coat,
    So gaily in love’s unbreakable heaven
    Our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float.

    Be with me, darling, early and late. Smash glasses—
    I will study wry music for your sake.
    For should your hands drop white and empty
    All the toys of the world would break.

  29. Joseph P. DiMino on

    “The Heart” by Joseph P. DiMino

    You can tell it
    What to do—
    Be firm,
    Be smart—
    But never forget,
    The heart has a mind
    Of its own;

    You can tell it
    Where to go—
    With whom
    To board
    And flow—
    But even
    Little children
    Should know,
    The heart has a way
    Of its own;

    You can tell it
    How long to stay,
    With whom to make
    House and play—
    Making vows
    To never betray,
    But the heart
    Has a time
    Of its own;

    Yes, the heart loves…
    And the heart roams;
    Often new faces
    And voices
    Not our
    Imagined choices—
    The heart is never
    Entirely known

    For sure,

    The heart
    Is a subject
    Alone—

  30. These are some of the most beautiful poems I have read. All of these are beautifully written and some are so good that those have inspired me to improve my poetry skills.

    I would also like to know if you have a list of best poems for valentine?
    And thanks again for sharing these wonderful poems.

  31. Love is one of my best poems, I love this poem because it is well stated and romantic indeed, it has driven me high.capturing.
    [Link deleted]do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
    I love thee to the level of everyday’s
    Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
    I love thee with a passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

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