Short & Romantic Love Poems for Her
“Let us be true” by Matthew Arnold Ah, love, let us be trueTo one another! for the world, which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreams,So various, so beautiful, so new,Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;And we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night.
“Love Comes Quietly” by Robert Creeley Love comes quietly,finally, dropsabout me, on me,in the old ways.What did I knowthinking myselfable to goalone all the way.
“Love is anterior to life” by Emily Dickinson Love is anterior to life,Posterior to death,Initial of creation, andThe exponent of breath.
“Love is Enough” by William Morris Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discoverThe gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alterThese lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
“Why I Love Thee?” by Sadakichi Hartmann Why I love thee?Ask why the seawind wanders,Why the shore is aflush with the tide,Why the moon through heaven meanders;Like seafaring ships that rideOn a sullen, motionless deep;Why the seabirds are fluttering the strandWhere the waves sing themselves to sleepAnd starshine lives in the curves of the sand!
“Close Your Eyes” by Elizabeth Smith Close your eyes and think of meClose your eyes and try to seeOur hearts together and what could beOur love forever as destiny.
“Ode” by Arthur O’Shaughnessy We are the music makers,And we are the dreamers of dreams,Wandering by lone sea-breakers,And sitting by desolate streams;World-losers and world-forsakers,On whom the pale moon gleams:Yet we are the movers and shakersOf the world for ever, it seems.
“Mythologise You” by Anonymous I’ve fallen in love, a fallible godA religion of stuff that’s made upJust chemicals—skin, fat, and bonesI’ve never known something so wholeI’ve never known what I couldn’t explain at all.You’re too good to meYou’re too good to be true.
Heart-Melting Love Poems for Her
“For Keeps” by Joy Harjo Sun makes the day new.Tiny green plants emerge from earth.Birds are singing the sky into place.There is nowhere else I want to be but here.I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.We gallop into a warm, southern wind.I link my legs to yours and we ride together,Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives.Where have you been? they ask.And what has taken you so long?at night after eating, singing, and dancingWe lay together under the stars.We know ourselves to be part of mystery.It is unspeakable.It is everlasting.It is for keeps.
“She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellow’d to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impair’d the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o’er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent!
“When You Are Old” by W.B. Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
“Give Away” by Louis Ginsberg Love that is hoarded moulds at lastUntil we know some dayThe only thing we ever haveIs what we give away.
“your cologne” by Ben Maxfield your colognesmelled likethe rest ofmy life
“first love” by Rupi Kaur you might not have been my first lovebut you were the love that madeall other loves seemirrelevant
“[love is more thicker than forget]” by E.E. Cummings love is more thicker than forgetmore thinner than recallmore seldom than a wave is wetmore frequent than to failit is most mad and moonlyand less it shall unbethan all the sea which onlyis deeper than the sealove is less always than to winless never than aliveless bigger than the least beginless littler than forgiveit is most sane and sunlyand more it cannot diethan all the sky which onlyis higher than the sky
“When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes” by Pablo Neruda When I die I want your hands on my eyes:I want the light and the wheat of your beloved handsto pass their freshness over me one more timeto feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,for you to smell the sea that we loved togetherand for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.I want for what I love to go on livingand as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,for that, go on flowering, flowery one,so that you reach all that my love orders for you,so that my shadow passes through your hair,so that they know by this the reason for my song.
Deep Love Poems for Her
“When You Come” by Maya Angelou When you come to me, unbiddenBeckoning meTo long-ago rooms,Where memories lie.Offering me, as to a child, an attic,Gatherings of days too few.Baubles of stolen kisses.Trinkets of borrowed loves.Trunks of secret words,I cry.
“I’ll plant a row of daisy seeds” by Erin Hanson I'll plant a row of daisy seeds,In the space below each eye,So they'll remind you of your beauty,When they bloom each time you cry.
“I will love you” by Christopher Poindexter I will love you,Not starting withYour skin orYour organs orYour bones:I will love madly firstYour naked soul.
“If ever we shall perish” by R.M. Broderick If ever we shall perishand become but specksof dust, I hope the windcarries us away to thatplace you've always loved.
“love is a place” by e.e. cummings love is a place& through this place oflove move(with brightness of peace)all placesyes is a world& in this world ofyes live(skillfully curled)all worlds
“Poem for My Love” by June Jordan How do we come to be here next to each otherin the nightWhere are the stars that show us to our loveinevitableOutside the leaves flame usual in darknessand the rainfalls cool and blessed on the holy fleshthe black men waiting on the corner fora womanly mirageI am amazed by peaceIt is this possibility of youasleepand breathing in the quiet air
“A Memory of Us” by Safia Elhillo when i think of us i think of the lakewaternear longtown, what might not technicallyconstitute a lake but i prefer that word forthe open mouth of its vowel, how it calledus to its throat & held us there, in the sun,the high points of our faces slick with light& its arc around our shoulders, the softgathering of flesh around our knees,the lone chair we found near the shorewhere we took turns posing, jutting outan eloquent hip, cackling in the bright languageof flowers for whom i downloaded an app& learned their names: beautyberry, yarrow,cornus florida, black-eyed susan, & you,& you, my bright hibiscus, my every color
“One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII” by Pablo Neruda 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 carriesthe light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arosefrom 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.
“Then” by Roddy Lumsden For the first time, I listen to a lostand secret recording of usmaking love near-on ten years ago.I recognize your voice, your sounds,though if I knew no better,I could be any man in any room.After, the rising sounds of risingand of dressing and onceas you step up close to the deckperhaps to pick up shoes, you singthe chorus of Sunday Morning.I call on you to hurry and we leave.It does not end then; the tape rolls on.A few late cars which sigh bymight have passed us walking awaytriumphant, unaware we’ve left behindthis mop and mow mechanismof silence to which we may never return.
Passionate Love Poems for Her
“On Love” by Kahlil Gibran Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understanding of love;And to bleed willingly and joyfully.To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;To return home at eventide with gratitude;And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
“Song to Celia” by Ben JonsonDrink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst that from the soul doth riseDoth ask a drink divine;But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,I would not change for thine.I sent thee late a rosy wreath,Not so much honoring theeAs giving it a hope that thereIt could not withered be;But thou thereon didst only breathe,And sent’st it back to me;Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,Not of itself, but thee.
“Passing Time” by Maya Angelou Your skin like dawnMine like muskOne paints the beginningof a certain end.The other, the end of asure beginning.
“Song (‘Love has crept…’)” by D. H. Lawrence Love has crept into her sealed heartAs a field bee, black and amber,Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamberUp the warm grass where the sunbeams start.Love has crept into her summery eyes,And a glint of colored sunshine bringsSuch as his along the folded wingsOf the bee before he flies.But I with my ruffling, impatient breathHave loosened the wings of the wild young sprite;He has opened them out in a reeling flight,And down her words he hasteneth.Love flies delighted in her voice:The hum of his glittering, drunken wingsSets quivering with music the little thingsThat she says, and her simple words rejoice.
“The Language” by Robert Creeley Locate Ilove you some-where inteeth andeyes, biteit buttake care notto hurt, youwant somuch solittle. Wordssay everything.Ilove youagain,then whatis emptinessfor. Tofill, fill.I heard wordsand words fullof holesaching. Speechis a mouth.
“I loved you first: but afterwards your love” by Christina Rossetti I loved you first: but afterwards your loveOutsoaring mine, sang such a loftier songAs drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.Which owes the other most? my love was long,And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;I loved and guessed at you, you construed meAnd loved me for what might or might not be –Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,For one is both and both are one in love:Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’Both have the strength and both the length thereof,Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
“Recreation” by Audre Lorde Coming togetherit is easier to workafter our bodiesmeetpaper and penneither care nor profitwhether we write or notbut as your body movesunder my handscharged and waitingwe cut the leashyou create me against your thighshilly with imagesmoving through our word countriesmy bodywrites into your fleshthe poemyou make of me.Touching you I catch midnightas moon fires set in my throatI love you flesh into blossomI made youand take you madeinto me.
“[Lying in bed I think about you]” by Joshua Beckman Lying in bed I think about you,your ugly empty airless apartmentand your eyes. It’s noon, and tiredI look into the rest of the awake dayincapable of even awe, justa presence of particle and wave,just that closed and deliberatehuman observance. Your thin fingersand the dissolution of all ability. Layopen now to only me that white body,and I will, as the awkward butterfly,land quietly upon you. A grace andstaying. A sight and ease. A spellentangled. A span. I am inside you.And so both projected, we are nowpart of a garden, that is part of alandscape, that is part of a worldthat no one believes in.
Cute Love Poems for Her
“She had the most beautiful thing I had ever seen” by Atticus She had the most beautiful thing that I had ever seenShe had the most beautiful thing that I had ever seenAnd it took only her laugh to realizethat beauty was the least of her.
“Courage” by N.R. Hart You love with everythingyou have...not everyone possessesthat kind of courage.
“In all the world there is” by Maya Angelou In all the world there isno heart for me like yours.In all the world there isno love for you like mine.
“I would love to say” by Tyler Knott Gregson I would love to saythat you make meweak in the knees,butto be quite upfront,and completelytruthful,youmake my body forgetit has kneesat all.
“new year’s eve” by Jessica Katoff baby, you are mynew year's eve,the beginning and endof everything.
“let love” by Alison A. Malee let lovekiss your palm.tuck it intoyour back pocketor some othersafe place.let it stay.
“A Birthday” by Christina Rossetti My heart is like a singing birdWhose nest is in a water'd shoot;My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;My heart is like a rainbow shellThat paddles in a halcyon sea;My heart is gladder than all theseBecause my love is come to me.Raise me a dais of silk and down;Hang it with vair and purple dyes;Carve it in doves and pomegranates,And peacocks with a hundred eyes;Work it in gold and silver grapes,In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;Because the birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me.
“i love you to the moon &” by Chen Chen not back, let’s not come back, let’s go by the speed ofqueer zest & stay upthere & get ourselves a littlemoon cottage (so pretty), then start a moon gardenwith lots of moon veggies (so healthy), i mean i was already moonlightingas an online moonologistmost weekends, so this is the immenselylogical next step, are youpacking your bags yet, don’t forget yoursailor moon jean jacket, let’s wearour sailor moon jean jackets while twirling in that lighter,queerer moon gravity, let’s love each other(so good) on the moon, let’s lovethe moonon the moon
Famous Love Poems for Her
“How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee?Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost 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 useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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.
“Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by W.B. Yeats Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
“Sonnet 116” by William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come:Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
“Love Poem” by Audre Lorde. Speak earth and bless me with what is richestmake sky flow honey out of my hipsrigis mountainsspread over a valleycarved out by the mouth of rain.And I knew when I entered her I washigh wind in her forests hollowfingers whispering soundhoney flowedfrom the split cupimpaled on a lance of tongueson the tips of her breasts on her naveland my breathhowling into her entrancesthrough lungs of pain.Greedy as herring-gullsor a childI swing out over the earthover and overagain.
“A Dream Within a Dream” by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow–You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand–How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep–while I weep!O God! Can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! Can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?
“Sonnet 29” by William Shakespeare Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state,Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;For thy sweet love remembered such wealth bringsThat then I scorn to change my state with kings.
“Bright Star” by John Keats Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art –Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,And watching, with eternal lids apart,Like Nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen maskOf snow upon the mountains and the moors–No–yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
“Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?” by William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest:So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
“Love Sonnet XI” by Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all dayI hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.I hunger for your sleek laugh,your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,hunting for you, for your hot heart,like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Long Distance Love Poems for Her
“Echo” by Carol Ann Duffy I think I was searching for treasures or stonesin the clearest of poolsWhen your face . . .when your face,like the moon in a wellwhere I might wish…Might well wishfor the iced fire of your kiss;only on water my lips, where your face…where your face was reflected, lovely,not really there when I turnedto look behind at the emptying air…the emptying air.
“I carry your heart with me” by E.E. Cummings I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere)i go you go, my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling) I fearNo fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i wantno world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youHere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apartI carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
“Lying next to you” by Aurora Raine Lying next to youor three hundred miles away,I am yoursjust the same.
“I want to” by Christopher Poindexter I want totravel the worldwith you.Make lovein new cities.I want to be newwith you.
“A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns O my Luve is like a red, red roseThat’s newlysprung in June;O my Luve is like the melodyThat’s sweetly played in tune.So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I will luve thee still, my dear,Till a’ the seas gang dry.Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;I will love thee still, my dear,While the sands o’ life shall run.And fare thee weel, my only luve!And fare thee weel awhile!And I will come again, my luve,Though it were ten thousand mile.
“A-” by Samuel Menashe A-roundmy neckan amu-letBe-tweenmy eyesa starAringin mynoseand agoldchaintoKeep mewhereYouare*
“Dear One Absent This Long While” by Lisa Olstein It has been so wet stones glaze in moss;everything blooms coldly.I expect you. I thought one night it was youat the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs,you in a shiver of light, but each timeleaves in wind revealed themselves,the retreating shadow of a fox, daybreak.We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove.In May we dreamed of wreaths burning on bonfiresover which young men and women leapt.June efforts quietly.I’ve planted vegetables along each garden wallso even if spring continues to disappointwe can say at least the lettuce loved the rain.I have new gloves and a new hoe.I practice eulogies. He was a hawkwith white feathered legs. She had the quiet ribsof a salamander crossing the old pony post road.Yours is the name the leaves chatterat the edge of the unrabbited woods.
How to Write Your Own Love Poem for a Wife or Girlfriend
Think about the person you’re writing about and the ideas you associate with them. If you’re writing this poem for a significant other, then you want to start by picturing this person in your mind. Consider what feelings their image brings up for you and how you want to show love through your poem. If helpful, draw a mind map or jot down some ideas that arise as you think of this person. What color do you see around them? What smells or sensations do they make you think of? What feelings do they inspire in you? These initial images can help you to create a foundation for your poem.
Choose a poetic form to write in and decide on a rhyme scheme or rhythm. “There are numerous ways to format poems,” says Cook. “There’s no black-and-white way that you must format your poem, so that’s really up to you as the creator. You could do the standard metered and rhymed poetry. There are haikus. You can do freeform or free verse poetry. Right now, in contemporary poetry, free-form and free verse seem to be the most popular. They don’t need to rhyme, but they can rhyme.” In her poetry, Cook uses “random rhythm, regular rhythm, alternating rhythm, flowing rhythm, or progressive rhythm…Rhythm is closely associated with meter, which identifies units of stressed and unstressed syllables. So the reader is reading it in that rhythm almost subconsciously…Within that [rhythm] is how you shape your rhymes.” “I use internal rhymes sometimes,” continues Cook. “Not all rhyming poetry needs to end on a rhyme. The rhymes can be internal, meaning they can be in the middle of poems as well.”
Carefully select your words, including imagery and symbolism. When it comes to writing the actual content of the poem, it’s important to intentionally use words with meaning and purpose. Some of the most romantic (and tear-jerking) love poems use heightened language (like hyperbole and exaggerated statements) to convey the heightened emotions that come out of love. You can also choose to include words and phrases that evoke a specific image or symbol. For instance, Shakespeare’s famous Sonnet 18 employs a simile when comparing the subject of the poem to “a summer’s day.” If you’re struggling to come up with good imagery, go back to your initial brainstorm. Tap into each of your five senses. When you think of your love, what do you see, smell, hear, taste, or feel? Most of all, however, be authentic with your word choice. If you’re not someone who would use overly-flowery or academic language in real life, don’t use it in your poem. Your wife or girlfriend will be much more moved by a poem that sounds like the voice of the person they love…which is you!
Title your poem appropriately. Give your poem a one-line title that sums up the main message of the text. You could also choose your favorite line or word in the poem and use that as the title. “If you’re really stuck on naming a poem,” advises Cook, “show the poem to a trusted colleague or friend and say, ‘What pops out at you with that poem?’ And they might insert their own experience, but it tells us of a different point of view that might make a title click.” Cook also mentions that she likes to “title poems in a way that adds another line to the poem. So [her] titles are usually one word or two, but sometimes they could be longer and actually take the poem in itself to a whole other level.”
Why should you send a love poem to your partner?
Sending a love poem allows you to express deep emotions in a unique and special way. Poetry is one of the oldest and most romantic art forms, and it’s able to convey feelings and emotions that we might not be able to express in other ways. Whether you write your own love poem or choose a well-known one to send to the special lady in your life, that gesture will show her that you appreciate her, are thinking of her, and feel a depth of love for her that can’t be stated in simple, everyday words. Sharing poetry can also strengthen the intimate connection between two people, revealing a newfound vulnerability and allowing for a shared experience of emotion and love.
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