Valentine's Day Love Poems
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The Way of Love
The way of love is not a subtle argument;
the door there is devastation;
birds make great sky circles of their freedom,
how do they learn that?
They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.
You so distracted me, your absence fans my love.
Don’t ask how, then you come near;
do not, I say, and do not you answer,
don’t ask why this delights me.
Stars burn clear all night till dawn;
do that yourself,
and the spring will rise in the dark with water;
your deepest thirst is for.
You’re the spring,
we’re grasses trailing in it,
you’re the king coming by,
we’re beggars along the road,
you’re the voice,
we’re echoes of.
You’re calling for us now,
how could we not return?
Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
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Love Poem
The woman I love
braids her hair. She’s Eve
and Eve means breathe, to give life,
my wife, from Eva by way
of the Hebrew havah. At dusk
I unlock her hair
from the curves it’s learned.
Overnight it remembers
a simpler life. Come morning,
she misses weaving herself
into a basket. If we had only
this one ritual, I’d still
think the sky of my time
on this planet,
but there’s more. We wake
and kiss and eat and kiss
and talk and kiss and walk
among cedars and grow lines
around our eyes and mouths
and kiss as our sex dries out
and falls down and touch
as if no one were ever evicted
by a snake from bliss, if you
(and I hardly) can believe it.
Sex & Love &
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Love in Place
I really don’t remember falling in love all that much
I remember wanting to bake corn bread and boil a ham and I
certainly remember making lemon pie and when I used to smoke I
stopped in the middle of my day to contemplate
I know I must have fallen in love once because I quit biting
my cuticles and my hair is gray and that must indicate
something and I all of a sudden had a deeper appreciation
for Billie Holiday and Billy Strayhorn so if it wasn’t love I don’t
know what it was
I see the old photographs and I am smiling and I’m sure quite
happy but what I mostly see is me
through your eyes
and I am still young and slim and very much committed to the
love we still have
Love Poems
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One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems
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Love--A Poem
I lay in her humus breaths
And she was fulfilling her essence
As music perfume wine of future loves
Whose birth she was lighting in me
Nakedness exists only an instant
Quickly becomes flesh, becomes thought
Nakedness flares to light up love
To resurrect the present with a touch
The night is a torch of comas
Wondering, I look at lovers
Each inhales the other's visions
And they burn deeply, like a torch of comas
The Naomi Poems: Corpse and Beans
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I shall forget you presently my dear
I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.
I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far,—
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.
Selected Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay (Revised)
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Do You Really Think...
Do you really think I would yes I would and
I do love all you with all me.
Do you really think I could, yes I could
yes I would love all you with all me.
Do you really think I should yes I should
love all you with all me yes I should
yes I could yes I would.
Do you really think I do love all you
with all me yes I do love all you with all
me And bless my baby.
Century of Poetry in the New Yorker: 1925-2025
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