love poems?

Question

want some good love poems

Answer 1

Simple..

Ability to love is the greatest of all arts. For love is an attitude to your own life, to life itself, to all humanity and nature. Love is being at one with oneself, with all people we meet in our various communities and with the universe. Loving is the conscious struggle to be humane, fighting for a truly Human World, against this inhuman alienating world dominated by capital, money and commodities.

jindagi ki kitaab mein hamne kuch ruswiyaan rakh di
jo nahi puri ho sakati thee woh kahaaniya likh di

kabhi milagi tanahi , toh fursat se tumhe sunayange,
phoolo ke shouk mein hamne kaanto per rubiyaan likh di

bana sakte ho toh bana lo mere haatho mein apni lakeere.n
lo aaj hamne tumhre samane apni haathliyaan rakh di

udas tanha raato ka safar kata hai hamne saye ke saath
aaj hamne aapke saamne wahi parchhiyaan rakh di

jindagi ki raha le jaaye na jaane kahan........
aa sako mujh tak isliye hamne rahoo.n per kuch nishaniyaan rakh di.

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Tere baal jese reshmi ghani chaon aur nain chamakte sitarein,
tere honth jaise mehakta gool jinse amrit chalakta hain,
kuch aise teri aadein jinko dekh ke har pal dil machalta hain,

Teri awaaz shairana ghazal jise dil baar baar sunnaa chahta hain,
aur haath ek khilta kamal jisse swarg savarta hain,
humari kya khatta hain tere aane se to mausam bhi badalta hain,

Teri aankhen anmol ghehna aur badan mehakta phool,
jawaani teri hain ek rangeen ubarta sapna,
jisko mehsoos karke samundar bhi tarasta hain!!!

Answer 2

For some good love poems , you can find at http://lovepoemsforher.net/ such as Along the Sun-Drenched Roadside by Rainer Maria Rilke , You, you only, exist by Rainer Maria Rilke , Love song- Rainier Maria Rilke , Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, by Pablo Neruda .......ect

Answer 3

If you are fall in love with someone and looking for some good and heart touching poems then go to this it is quite helpful

Answer 4

Anything by Pablo Neruda (it is best in Spanish, but the translations cannot hide how wonderful it is!)

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Answer 5

This is an old standard and almost cliche by this point (if only for the first two lines), but Andrew Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' is weird and brilliant.

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 love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst 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 than 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.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Answer 6

FIRST LOVE

First love is like playing with fire:
Aglow with pain and glory.
Tell me, my dear first love,
Whether I'm burned into your heart.
The fire in your body,
The glory of your touch:
Ah! my dear first love,
Never, never leave my heart!

Although the fire is distant,
The pain is always near.
My dear first love, please listen:
I hold you in my heart.

am afraid to love, and yet I love you.
My fear is like a wall I walk right through.
The wall is there, and yet it doesn't stop me.
I need it still, and yet I still need you.
I know someday we will be in a field
Surrounded by the blessing of the sky.
I'll dance with all the freedom of pure joy,
Needing you without a reason why.

But now I'm still afraid that I might lose you,
That you might not accept my desperate need.
You make me laugh and cry and be completely.
You are the flower, I the slender reed.

Let me steal you from the one you love
In hopes that as time passes you'll love me.
So deeply does your smile my heart move
That merely touching you is ecstasy.
Normally, such crimes are not my style,
Nor would I infidelity propose;
But I love you so much I can't revile
Anything that some slight hope bestows.
Let me show you how I'll care for you,
How good it feels to have me at your side,
How spring eternal I'll make ever new,
And every want or passing whim provide.
Try me out. I promise you'll be mine
Once you see how bright my sun can shine.

Answer 7

shakespeare's sonnets are some of the best love poems (not all are love poems), also elizabeth barrett browning had some very lovely sonnets. her most famous:

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 every day'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 the 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 8

Check out love poems by e.e. cummings. esp. "May I feel said he"

Answer 9

GOOD? Check them out:
Byron, Keats, Longfellow...

Answer 10

Check my site www.geocities.com/friend_love_poems/