Does anyone have any good love poems or quotes?

Answer 1

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is growing up.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.


Sometimes the hardest thing to let go of is something you never really had.


The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one, and in each of them we've found each other

Answer 2

SANDBAG
Now slowly
like a muffled drum
or the rat-a-tat of rain
the beating of your heart
goes back to steadiness.

Silence separates us
as our pulse's slow.
A rivulet and not a ditch
rolls down between us
as though the act
of making love
has business hours
and five o'clock has finally come.

I know that love
is not red valentines
or flesh on flesh
at pre-set and appointed times
and I believe it to be more
than rhymes and rhyming,
so when I ease to sleep
against your side
consider my now spent,
sandbag heavy body
as something heart and mind
let go of
as fodder for a dam
to stop the would be rivulet
now widening to river
from some oncoming flood.

Rod McKuen - from "Watch For The Wind'" 1983

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Sticks and stones are hard on bones,
Aimed with angry art
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart.
--Unknown author

Answer 3

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.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

and

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 damasked, 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.

By The Bard, William Shakespeare (sonnet 130)

Answer 4

I collect quotes and poems. These are some I like.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.

I just want to tell you
you make me proud
You stand head and shoulders
above all the crowd


How blessed I am,
How Fortunate I’ve been.......that you are my
Love and also my friend!


Take my hand and walk with me,
across the sands of time;
Hand in hand and heart to heart.
Husband . . . friend of mine.

We will share the solitude.
And walk in quiet peace.
My heart hears what your heart says,
it listens when yours speaks.

We’ve shared hearts and souls as one,
in perfect harmony;
The laughter and the tears we’ve known,
Are the sweetest melody.

For years have brought us to this place.
Across the sands of time;
We’ll walk together, till the end.
Husband . . . friend of mine.

Answer 5

You fix a broken jar
You can repair a broken car
You clean up broken glass
You can hug a broken lass
You can fix a broken toy
You can mend a broken boy
But once it is torn apart
You can never mend a broken heart.

Original work from me that I originally wrote in 1990 and had published in HS poetry book. Beings that was 16 years ago, I had to revise it since I could not remember it completely.

Answer 6

There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.

Answer 7

To Love is to live, To Live is to love. If it is true love,let it go,true love always comes back. Live and love, love and learn.