Love Poem?

Question

I need a good love poem.

Answer 1

Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee; and this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child and she was a child in this kingdom by tha sea, but we loved with a love that was more than love I and my Annabel Lee.
Wit a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me, and this was the reason, that long ago, in this kingdom by the sea a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling and killing my beautiful Annabel Lee .
So that her highborn kinsman came and bore away from me, to shut her up in a sepulcher in this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, went envying her and me. Yes ! that was the reason ( as all men know in this kingdom by the sea) that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we of many far wiser than we, and neither the angels in heaven above nor the deamons down under the sea can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautful Annabel Lee. And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee, and so,all the night-tide, I lie down by rhe side of my darling, my darling, my life, and my life.
In the sepulcher there by the sea in her tomb by the sounding sea.

Answer 2

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Answer 3

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

Answer 4

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) Sonnets from the Portugese:


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.

Answer 5

O My Love is like a Red, Red Rose.

By Robbie Burns.

O my love’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry:

Till all the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while;
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.


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Answer 6

My advice for love poetry is try writing your own but make sure it's very meaningful and sweet.

Answer 7

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Answer 8

Roses are red
I golf with a caddy
Won't you let me
Call you daddy?

Answer 9

rosses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you