14 Short Valentines Day Poems
The end. Love is like the wind. Because of you, I can feel myself slowly but surely becoming the me I have always dreamed of being — Tyler Knott Gregson. You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground. You should be kissed, and often, by someone who knows how — Gone with the Wind. You have bewitched me, body and soul — Mr. Love me tender; love me sweet.
I love you more than I could ever promise because you take me the way I am — Ingrid Michaelson. Your love is better than chocolate. Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong.
You're a breath
All you need is love! I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love.
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It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, possessive and faithful as we are, for as long as we are. Welcome to the place for romantic and love poems and poetry. It the place where you can romance on the spirit of love, enjoy the poems, and even send them with a valentine's day greeting card to your sweetheart. For your convenience, the poems are divided into different pages. There is also a page for works of famous poets. And remember, if you have a piece of verse to share with the golbal community, feel free to send it for free publication at celebrations at theholidayspot.
You know when I need some time alone, And give me room to breathe, You let me be who I am, And you are true to me. So thank you once, twice and thrice, For being here for me. I cherish you when flowers of spring, Appear in the midst of May. Without you in my life each day, I wouldn't be complete. I loved you when you were younger, I'll love you when you're old. I love you, love you all the time, Every minute of the year. It's not just today, but always, That I will love you so. 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 discover The 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 pass'd over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter; The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
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Search narrowly the lines! Search well the measure- The words- the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre, If one could merely comprehend the plot. You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. Shall we wake one morn of spring, Glad at heart of everything, Yet pensive with the thought of eve? Then the white house shall we leave. Pass the wind-flowers and the bays, Through the garth, and go our ways, Wandering down among the meads Till our very joyance needs Rest at last; till we shall come To that Sun-god's lonely home, Lonely on the hillside grey, Whence the sheep have gone away; Lonely till the feast-time is, When with prayer and praise of bliss, Thither comes the country side.
There awhile shall we abide, Sitting low down in the porch By that image with the torch: Thy one white hand laid upon The black pillar that was won From the far-off Indian mine; And my hand nigh touching thine, But not touching; and thy gown Fair with spring-flowers cast adown From thy bosom and thy brow. There the south-west wind shall blow Through thine hair to reach my cheek, As thou sittest, nor mayst speak, Nor mayst move the hand I kiss For the very depth of bliss; Nay, nor turn thine eyes to me. Then desire of the great sea Nigh enow, but all unheard, In the hearts of us is stirred, And we rise, we twain at last, And the daffodils downcast, Feel thy feet and we are gone From the lonely Sun-Crowned one, Then the meads fade at our back, And the spring day 'gins to lack That fresh hope that once it had; But we twain grow yet more glad, And apart no more may go When the grassy slope and low Dieth in the shingly sand: Then we wander hand in hand By the edges of the sea, And I weary more for thee Than if far apart we were, With a space of desert drear 'Twixt thy lips and mine, O love!
Ah, my joy, my joy thereof! 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 look Your 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 fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it. 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 candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love 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!
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Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall suck, No wasp shall sting. And I shall seal it up With spice and salt, In a carven silver cup, In a deep vault. Before my eyes are blind And my lips mute, I must eat core and rind Of that same fruit. Sweet Heaven I shall taste Before my death. I remember The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?
Once one has been seized up Without a part left over, Not a toe, not a finger, and used, Used utterly, in the sun's conflagration, the stains That lengthen from ancient cathedrals What is the remedy? The pill of the Communion tablet, The walking beside still water? Is there no great love, only tenderness? Does the sea Remember the walker upon it? Meaning leaks from the molecules. The chimneys of the city breathe, the window sweats, The children leap in their cots.
The sun blooms, it is a geranium.