Poem When We See Each Other Again

50 of the Near Beautiful Beloved Poems Ever Written

These romantic poems are brusk, but sweet.

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Of all the 1000, romantic gestures in the world, there's nothing that makes an everlasting declaration of love quite like the written give-and-take. While inspiration for professing your love to your partner can exist found in romantic quotes and popular rom-coms, writing or reciting poetry will as well permit them know how you feel. Even if you aren't typically intro poesy, there's something most cute love poems that just feels special. And knowing that your loved ane read the poem and idea of you lot? Well, that's fifty-fifty better. If you think that poetry isn't for yous because you lot aren't a literary genius or you think they're cheesy, think again. In that location's a reason that we nevertheless memorize and recite honey poems that were written hundreds of years ago; the emotions they evoke are timeless.

Plus, poetry enables y'all to communicate how you feel near someone even if you aren't particularly bang-up with words yourself. Wondering what to write on a altogether card to your spouse, or trying to figure out the perfect end to a romantic engagement? Adding a poem to the mix (especially if y'all spent time picking out the perfect 1) is an excellent idea. Even if you lot didn't write the words of the verse form yourself, your partner volition know that something about the words made you lot think of them and your relationship. There's zippo sweeter than that. If you're still looking for the perfect poem, here are 50 ideas to go you started.

"Bird-Understander" by Craig Arnold

"Of many reasons I honey you here is one
the way yous write me from the gate at the airport
and then I tin tell you everything will be alright
so y'all can tell me there is a bird

trapped in the terminal all the people
ignoring it because they do not know
what to do with it except to leave it solitary
until it scares itself to expiry
information technology makes you terribly terribly sad

You wish you lot could take the bird exterior
and fix information technology free or (failing that)
call a bird-understander
to come assist the bird..."

Read the total poem here.

"Sonnet 40" by William Shakespeare

"Accept all my loves, my beloved, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more than k hadst before?
No honey, my love, that k mayst true love call—
All mine was thine before one thousand hadst this more.
Then if for my honey m my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But even so be blamed if k this cocky deceivest
By wilful sense of taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief,
Although yard steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
Impale me with spites, all the same we must not be foes."

"To My Dear and Loving Husband" by Anne Bradstreet

"If always ii were i, and then surely we.
If e'er human were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever married woman was happy in a human,
Compare with me, ye women, if yous can.
I prize thy beloved more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth agree.
My dear is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought merely beloved from thee requite recompense.
Thy love is such I can no style repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in beloved let's so persever,
That when nosotros live no more, nosotros may live ever."

"Poem for My Honey" by June Hashemite kingdom of jordan

"How exercise we come to be hither side by side to each other
in the night
Where are the stars that evidence us to our dear
inevitable
Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness
and the rain
falls absurd and blessed on the holy flesh
the black men waiting on the corner for
a womanly delusion
I am amazed by peace
It is this possibility of you
asleep
and breathing in the repose air"

"I Love You" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

"I beloved your lips when they're wet with wine
And scarlet with a wild desire;
I dear your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your artillery when the warm white mankind
Touches mine in a addicted embrace;
I dearest your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin'south anemic love;
Non for me the saint's white elation,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
Only give me the dear that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole earth'southward blame,
With your body so immature and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor center aflame..."

Read the full poem here.

"I Loved You lot Start: But After Your Love" by Christina Rossetti

"I loved you offset: but subsequently your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my beloved was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more than potent;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do the states both a wrong.
For verily love knows not 'mine' or 'thine;'
With dissever 'I' and 'thou' free beloved has done,
For i is both and both are 1 in dear:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is non mine;'
Both have the force and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one."

"Lines Depicting Uncomplicated Happiness" by Peter Gizzi

"The polish on her buckle took precedence in sun
Her smooth, I should say, could take me anywhere
Information technology feels correct to be up this close in tight wind
It feels right to discover all the shiny things about you
Most you at that place is goose egg I wouldn't want to know
With you zilch is simple yet nil is simpler
Most you many adept things come into relation
I call back of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like
A is for human knee socks, E for panties
I is for button down, O the blouse y'all wear
U is for pilus clip, and Y your tight brim
The music picks upward once more, I am the homo I hope to be
The brilliant air hangs freely near your newly cut hair
Information technology is then easy at present to see gravity at piece of work in your confront
Piece of cake to empathize time, that dark process
To accept it as a beautiful procedure, your face"

"Amour" by Rita Dove

"After all, there's no need
to say anything

at outset. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares

similar a tulip on a Wedgewood plate
Annihilation tin happen.

Outside the suna
has rolled up her rugs

and nighttime strewn salt
across the sky. My heart

is humming a melody
I haven't heard in years!

Quiet'due south cool flesh—
allow's sniff and eat it.

There are ways
to make of the moment

a topiary
and then the pleasance's in
walking through."

"Poem to an Unnameable Man" by Dorothea Lasky

"You have changed me already. I am a fireball
That is hurtling towards the sky to where you are
You can choose not to expect upwards but I am a giant orange ball
That is throwing sparks upon your face
Oh expect at them shake
Upon you like a neat planet that has been murdered by change
O too this is so dramatic this shaking
Of my great planet that is bigger than you idea it would be
Then you ran and hid
Under a big tree. She was graceful, I remember
That tree although soon she will wither
Into ten blackness snakes upon your throat
And when she does I will be wandering as I always am..."

Read the full poem hither.

[beloved is more thicker than forget] by e. east. cummings

"love is more thicker than forget
more than thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more than frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the body of water which just
is deeper than the sea

beloved is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is well-nigh sane and sunly
and more information technology cannot dice
than all the sky which just
is higher than the sky"

"Love Explained" past Jennifer Michael Hecht

"Guy calls the medico, says the wife'due south
contractions are v minutes autonomously.
Doctor says, Is this her get-go kid?
guy says, No, information technology's her husband.

I hope to try to remember who
I am. Married woman gets up on i elbow,

says, I wanted to go married.
It seemed a fulfillment of some

several things, a matter to be done.
Even the diamond ring was some

thing similar a quest, a matter they
ready you out to become and how insane

the quest is; how you have to turn
information technology every way before you lot can fifty-fifty

think to seek information technology; this metaphysical
refraining is in fact the quest..."

Read the total poem here.

"The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel

"In an endeavour to become people to expect
into each other'due south eyes more,
and besides to appease the mutes,
the authorities has decided
to destine each person exactly 1 hundred
and sixty-7 words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the eatery
I signal at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Belatedly at nighttime, I call my long altitude lover,
proudly say I merely used l-nine today.
I saved the residue for y'all.

When she doesn't answer,
I know she'south used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
30-ii and a third times.
Afterward that, we only sit down on the line
and listen to each other breathe."

"Windchime" past Tony Hoagland

"She goes out to hang the windchime
in her nightie and her work boots.
It's 6-thirty in the morning
and she's standing on the plastic ice chest
tiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch,

windchime in her left manus,
hammer in her right, the nail
gripped tight between her teeth
but nothing happens next because
she's trying to effigy out
how to switch #1 with #3..."

Read the total poem here.

"Serenade" by Djuna Barnes

"Three paces down the shore, low sounds the lute,
The better that my longing you may know;
I'm not asking you to come up,
But—can't you go?
3 words, "I dearest yous," and the whole is said—
The greatness of it throbs from sun to lord's day;
I'chiliad not request you to walk,
Only—can't y'all run?
Three paces in the moonlight's glow I stand,
And hither within the twilight beats my centre.
I'm not asking you to finish,
But—to start."
Just—to offset."

"Love" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"We cannot alive, except thus mutually
We alternate, aware or unaware,
The reflex deed of life: and when we comport
Our virtue onward almost impulsively,
Nigh total of invocation, and to be
Virtually instantly compellant, certes, at that place
Nosotros live nigh life, whoever breathes well-nigh air
And counts his dying years by sun and sea.
Just when a soul, by selection and conscience, doth
Throw out her full strength on another soul,
The conscience and the concentration both make
mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole
And aim consummated, is Love in sooth,
As nature's magnet-rut rounds pole with pole."

"When You Are Old" past William Butler Yeats

"When yous are former and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft await
Your optics had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with dearest false or true,
Only one homo loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And angle down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a lilliputian sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars."

"Coming together at Night" past Robert Browning

"The greyness sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low:
And the startled piddling waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
Equally I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!"

"She Walks in Beauty" by George Gordon Byron

"I.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of night and bright
Meet in her attribute and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy twenty-four hour period denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweetness express
How pure, how beloved their dwelling place.

III.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
And so soft, so calm, notwithstanding eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
Merely tell of days in goodness spent,
A listen at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"

"Beloved" past Samuel Taylor Coleridge

"All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are only ministers of Beloved,
And feed his sacred flame.
Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy 60 minutes,
When midway on the mount I lay,
Beside the ruin'd tower.
The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene,
Had composite with the lights of eve;
And she was in that location, my promise, my joy,
My own love Genevieve!
She lean'd against the armèd man,
The statue of the armèd Knight;
She stood and listen'd to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.
Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best whene'er I sing..."

Read the full poem here.

"On Dear" by Kahlil Gilbran

"And then said Almitra, Speak to united states of america of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there cruel a stillness upon them. And with a cracking vox he said:
When dearest beckons to y'all, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound yous.
And when he speaks to yous believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For fifty-fifty every bit honey crowns y'all so shall he crucify yous. Even equally he is for your growth and so is he for your pruning.
Even every bit he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth..."

Read the full poem hither.

"The City is Peopled" past H. D.

"The city is peopled
with spirits, not ghosts, O my love:
Though they crowded betwixt
and usurped the kiss of my mouth
their breath was your souvenir,
their dazzler, your life."

"Of Dear: A Sonnet" by Robert Herrick

"How beloved came in I do not know,
Whether past the eye, or ear, or no;
Or whether with the soul information technology came
(At first) infused with the same;
Whether in office 'tis here or there,
Or, like the soul, whole everywhere,
This troubles me: but I as well
As whatever other this can tell:
That when from hence she does depart
The outlet then is from the middle."

"The Awakening" past James Weldon Johnson

"I dreamed that I was a rose
That grew beside a lonely style,
Close by a path none always chose,
And there I lingered mean solar day by 24-hour interval.
Beneath the sunshine and the evidence'r
I grew and waited at that place apart,
Gathering perfume 60 minutes past hour,
And storing information technology within my heart,
Yet, never knew,
Only why I waited there and grew.
I dreamed that you were a bee
That ane twenty-four hour period gaily flew along,
You came beyond the hedge to me,
And sang a soft, love-encumbered song.
You brushed my petals with a buss,
I woke to gladness with a showtime,
And yielded upward to you in bliss
The treasured fragrance of my heart;
And and so I knew
That I had waited there for you."

"Love" by James Russell Lowell

"Truthful Honey is but a humble, low-built-in thing,
And hath its nutrient served up in earthen ware;
Information technology is a matter to walk with, paw in mitt,
Through the every-dayness of this work-day earth,
Baring its tender feet to every roughness,
Yet letting not one heart-beat go astray
From Dazzler's law of plainness and content;
A simple, burn-side matter, whose quiet smiling
Can warm earth's poorest hovel to a home;
Which, when our fall cometh, as it must,
And life in the chill wind shivers bare and leafless,
Shall even so be blest with Indian-summertime youth
In bleak November, and, with thankful centre,
Smile on its ample stores of garnered fruit,
Every bit full of sunshine to our aged eyes
As when it nursed the blossoms of our spring..."

Read the full poem here.

"The Definition of Beloved" by Andrew Marvell

"My Love is of a birth as rare
Equally 'tis for object strange and loftier:
Information technology was begotten by despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could bear witness me and so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne'r accept flown
But vainly flapt its Tinsel Wing.

And nevertheless I quickly might get in
Where my extended Soul is fixt,
But Fate does Iron wedges drive,
And alwaies crowds it self between.

For Fate with jealous Center does see
Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:
Their marriage would her ruine be,
And her Tyrannick pow'er depose..."

Read the full verse form here.

"The White Rose" by John Boyle O'Reilly

"The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of beloved;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
Only I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a osculation of desire on the lips."

"The Look" by Sara Teasdale

"Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the autumn,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon'south osculation was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me nighttime and day."

"Vivien's Song" by Alfred Lord Tennyson

"'In Honey, if Dear be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can ne'er exist equal powers:
Unfaith in nothing is want of faith in all.
'It is the little rift within the lute,
That by and past volition make the music mute,
And always widening slowly silence all.
'The petty rift inside the lover'south lute
Or little pitted speck in garnered fruit,
That rotting inward slowly moulders all.
'Information technology is not worth the keeping: permit it go:
But shall it? respond, darling, answer, no.
And trust me not at all or all in all'."

"The More Loving One" past West. H. Auden

"Looking upward at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they intendance, I tin get to hell,
Merely on earth indifference is the least
We take to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot exist,
Let the more loving ane be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that practise non give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed 1 terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And experience its full night sublime,
Though this might take me a little time."

"How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"How practise I love thee? Permit me count the ways.
I beloved thee to the depth and breadth and superlative
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of existence and platonic grace.
I love thee to the level of every twenty-four hour period's
Near quiet need, by sun and candle-low-cal.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, every bit they turn from praise.
I dearest thee with the passion put to use
In my onetime griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I beloved 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 just dear thee better afterward death."

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50 of the Near Beautiful Beloved Poems Ever Written

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