Top 100 In Love Poetry Quotes
#1. As men advance in life, all passions resolve themselves into money. Love, ambition, even poetry, end in this.
Benjamin Disraeli
#2. No holy place existed without us then,
no woodland, no dance, no sound.
Beyond all hope, I prayed those timeless
days we spent might be made twice as long.
I prayed one word: I want.
Someone, I tell you, will remember us,
even in another time.
Sappho
#3. In your sky, you are the brightest star.
Without you light, it's dark like tar.
So love yourself to enlighten others.
Debasish Mridha
#4. Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them.
Jenim Dibie
#5. your smile.
is the ultimate
golden dream.
all the poems
in the world
are waking up from.
Sanober Khan
#6. remember you are capable of the most powerful thing in the universe.
you are capable of love.
AVA.
#7. Sometimes the rain
falls
just for you and me
to be the violin
playing
in the background
of our loneliness's song.
Sanober Khan
#8. In this universe there are no time machines or keys that can turn hearts back around.
Sarah Tregay
#9. In this quiet place on a quiet street
where no one ever finds us
gently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.
from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street
Aberjhani
#10. This is hell,
but I planned it. I sawed it,
I nailed it, and I
will live in it until it kills me.
I can nail my left palm
to the left-hand crosspiece but
I can't do everything myself.
I need a hand to nail the right,
a help, a love, a you, a wife.
Alan Dugan
#11. There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen
Jessica-Lynn Barbour
#12. She captured the spot of my world's centre and sent me in elliptic rings about it, causing the ground beneath me to vanish and the breath of my lungs to disperse. I was a rock locked in helpless orbit.
Richard Ronald Allan
#13. I'll be writing as long as I can hold a pen in my curled, crimped arthritic hands and then I'll dictate it, if it comes to that. They'll have to pry my pen out of my cold, dead fingers - and even then, I'll fight 'em for it. Guaranteed.
Wanda Lea Brayton
#14. She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry.
Lang Leav
#15. she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.
Christopher Poindexter
#16. I never thought I'd be doing poetry books. I never really studied poetry. But the first one I did was after my mother died, and I realized that people sort of think and talk about her style and fashion, but in fact, what made her the person she was was really her love of reading and ideas.
Caroline Kennedy
#17. everyone is in a hurry and things are always disappearing, and i am always left standing here--
alone, waiting for the things that stay.
AVA.
#18. no one needs love from you
more than you need love from you.
love yourself first,
and you will always be in love.
AVA.
#19. What exists in this heart is not imaginary. This hand would not grasp air in trying to hold you, nor this eye blind itself in searching for you in vain.
Chrissy Moon
#20. Everything is an echo of something I once read.
Dream, hope, and celebrate life!
Love always comes back in a song.
One thing we all have in common is a love for food and drink.
Memories never die, and dreams never end!
What is time?
John Siwicki
#21. Loneliness of heart
In the still of the night my heart doth cry out, who can hear it for time is far spent. In the darkness in the shadow of the depth I find isolation and fear ...
M.I. Ghostwriter
#22. My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you ...
John Geddes
#23. I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.
Amanda Mosher
#24. I love the simple poetry of theater, where you can stand in a spotlight on a stage and wrap a coat around you, and say, 'It was 1860 and it was winter ... '
Gary Oldman
#25. In its truest manifestation, where it gives judgments, poetry is super-luxury. It would be interesting to see what would happen to a High Court judge if he were forced to follow the true poetic formula, doing the job for love, being forced into pubs for relief.
Patrick Kavanagh
#26. A poem in the heart is worth
more than a million dollars
in the bank account.
Sanober Khan
#27. I am my own reflection
But when I look at me
I can see your affliction
Munia Khan
#28. I think of New York City lost in stars
forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love
Tonight the night is full;
Gregory Corso
#29. There's a love of rhetorical skill in the Muslim world. Osama bin Laden doesn't just go on tape cassettes and say, 'America sucks.' He recites poetry; he finds things that 'America sucks' rhymes with.
P. J. O'Rourke
#31. You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.
Jenim Dibie
#32. Write poetry as if you were in love. If you are always in love you will not always write the same poem, but if you are never in love, you may.
- from My Olivetti Speaks
Kenneth Koch
#33. I've never seen beauty
so devastating
as in the lines
that trace our hope
and fall from the stars.
Jessica Kristie
#34. And if i
if i ever let love go
because the hatred and the whisperings
become a phantom dictate i o-
bey in lieu of impulse and realities
(the blossoming flamingos of my
wild mimosa trees)
then let love freeze me
out.
(from i must become a menace to my enemies)
June Jordan
#35. True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love's sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
#36. Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry ... Friendship ... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.
Robert Burns
#37. Love in the Arab world is like a prisoner, and I want to set (it) free. I want to free the Arab soul, sense and body with my poetry. The relationships between men and women in our society are not healthy.
Nizar Qabbani
#38. Ode to the Chamber
... linger here amidst the chamber
in which we embrace our love
talk to me of sonnets
and call me turtledove ...
Muse
#39. I love painting and music, of course. I don't know nearly as much about them as I know about poetry. I've certainly been influenced by fiction. I was overwhelmed by War and Peace when I read it, and I didn't read it until I was in my late 20s.
Kenneth Koch
#40. Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,
you have vines and stars in your hair,
Pablo Neruda
#41. Free verse is like free love; it is a contradiction in terms.
G.K. Chesterton
#42. Virtually everyone needs motivation of some sort, but when you are in love - that is motivation enough, it turns many into poets and painters, it spurs the creativity in you.
Bernard Kelvin Clive
#43. Your spiritual heart imbibes in the primordial light and, as you dance towards infinity, you begin to see all things are held together by the power of love.
Earthschool Harmony
#44. The words 'I Love You' kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
Aberjhani
#45. The way you walked away
The way you stopped and waited
All that time
What was in your heart?
A laugh?
A sarcasm?
Couldn't we be lovers?
Though we have never walked together
Shasika Amali Munasinghe
#46. I hope for my poetry to be empirical.
It shall suggest making love:
you will want the usual
in an unusual way.
Thabo Jijana
#47. Poets and writers who are in love with the superlative all want to do more than they can.
Friedrich Nietzsche
#48. I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love
Anna Akhmatova
#49. I believe in Aphrodite, I believe in insane thinkers, I believe in roaring free-spirits, I believe in full-throated poetry, I believe in feverish sex and moony love with all its facets.
Laura Gentile
#50. Isn't it time that, in love, we freed ourselves
from the loved one and, trembling, endured:
as the arrow endures the string, collecting itself
to be more than itself as it shoots?
Rainer Maria Rilke
#51. The poetry I love is written with someone's voice and I believe its proper culmination is to be read with someone's voice. And the human voice in that sense is not electronically reproduced or amplified.
Robert Pinsky
#52. love ridden
i searched for you
in corridors,
open doors
and in endless seas
of similes
and metaphors
but we never were
on the same page.
K.Y. Robinson
#53. I keep thinking
That poetry is something else:
A form of love that exists only in silence,
In a secret place between two people,
Almost always between two strangers
Jose Emilio Pacheco
#54. I long for
a little life,
an everyday life,
a splash of sunlight
through a window
a smile from a stranger -
a heart to hold in mine.
Menna Van Praag
#55. i know it all ends the same,
but i was interested in seeing
how you would break my heart.
AVA.
#56. She is unable to dream, think or love. In a woman, poetry never comes naturally, but always as the result of education. Only the woman of the world is a woman; the rest are simply females.
Edmond De Goncourt
#57. There is a deep truth in being at home enough with someone to kiss them while your lips are dry. And happiness may not be the greatest of things to hear, but it should be.
Mikl Paul
#58. And now I am the way she walks, and now I am the way he smiles. I am the wind that blows and now I am the sun that shines. I am the laughter in your voice, I am the sadness of your soul. And now I am the careless wind and now I flow like the lost river.
Preeti Bhonsle
#59. how these words, wait to die
in the arms of all the poetry..
yet to be written.
Sanober Khan
#60. I give a damn if any fan recalls my legacy, I'm trying to live life in the sight of GOD's memory.
Mos Def
#61. From I Knew a Woman
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Theodore Roethke
#62. So this is love:
the Sculptor's chisel.
And stone, which in its whole life
does not utter a single word,
suddenly sings.
Milan Rufus
#63. So what if the air
in Paris smells of romance?
My shirt smells of you.
Pooja Nansi
#64. the time will come, my dear
when I will hold you close
and all will be
right again
in the world.
Sanober Khan
#65. I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
Catullus
#66. What you have to realize when you write poetry, or if you love poetry, is that poetry is just naturally the greatest god damn thing that ever was in the whole universe
James Dickey
#67. For an American, there's no automatic place where people love the art of poetry. There's not a social class that considers poetry its property the way in some countries there's a snob value to the art.
Robert Pinsky
#68. Love Was
Love Will Be
But Most of All,
Love is.
Life Cannot Be Without It
It is found in the Womb
In The Woods
In The Stars.
To Be or Not to Be
To Love, or not to Love
They Are Equal.
My Soul Whispers Into the Spaces.
Yes.
Cindy Martinusen Coloma
#69. We each bring our own unique beauty to the world, and how blessed we are to have the freedom to find that beauty in each other.
Heather K. O'Hara
#70. Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one,
and starts a war in the soul of another.
Jenim Dibie
#71. Thus it is, we sow motions of hatred out of our own impoverished understanding of love. Yet we do so in the name of love. The perplexing precipice of the illusory infirmity.
Steven Storm
#72. But many people just love to be in the midst of that poetry, to keep experiencing what's perplexing, what's beautiful, what's true.
John Timpane
#73. The summer in you
calms the winter in me.
Saiber
#74. I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant.
Christina Strigas
#75. Yet you stand, too ashamed to run, too fearful to embrace. God I see so much of
what I love in that face.
Suenammi Richards
#76. He left her a note in her right slipper that said when I was alone yesterday I was happy, and I wanted you to know. Because look at how much you've done in me.
Mikl Paul
#77. I hold you in my mouth, in the words that contain you, in the unsaid and the haunts, in all the forms your name.
Gwen Calvo
#78. i am either
a storm
or
a drought.
in-betweens
have never
been my thing.
Sanober Khan
#79. Life is transitory... and love is poetry in action
Scarlet Risque
#80. I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.
Jenim Dibie
#81. He didn't have to say much,
It was all in his eyes ~
He didn't have to do much,
It was enough, just to be at his side.
Nikki Rowe
#82. The same people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work are also arguing, singing, drinking, dancing, making love, holding the streets, picking up weapons and inventing a new poetry.
Raoul Vaneigem
#83. If love and beauty were easy to find, they would not exist.
Chaos and sadness exist in order for you to find the love and beauty in them. So that love and beauty mean something.
It's meant to be hard.
Pleasefindthis
#84. Let me live my final days whole.
Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.
Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.
I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.
Susie Clevenger
#85. I read poetry every day. I love the boiled down essence of poetry. I look for poetry in prose. In a way that evocative.
Andre Dubus
#87. I see poetry as a path toward new understanding and transformation, and so I've looked at specific poems I love, and at poetry's gestures in the broadest sense, in an effort to feel and learn what they offer from the inside.
Jane Hirshfield
#88. In Poetry class, Professor Sappho teaches us how to compose love ballads. She's a swell teacher and all but I'm not sure I understand her. She's always going on and on about her weekend trips with the other goddesses to the island of Lesbos.
Tai
#89. All's taken away: my love and my power.
The body, thrown into city it hates,
Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hour
The blood grows colder in my veins.
Anna Akhmatova
#90. Pure poetry in motion. A swift-moving, heartfelt tale of love and loss, two stories intersecting-an d connecting-by magic. Michelle Baker is a born poet, and a born writer. The Canoe is just the start of what I hope to be a long idyllic journey through the love and soul of the human heart.
Trent Zelazny
#91. I'm hopefully touring with Colin Baker next year in Perfect Strangers. I have performed with Sylvia Simms in poetry and music evenings. I would love to do those for the rest of my career - they are so fun and witty.
Louise Jameson
#92. Sometimes I struggle. Sometimes I falter. Sometimes I live in gray. But always I remember the yarrow you've grown in the spaces of my rib cage. I now love with roses from my heart, with lilacs from my mouth.
Elijah Noble El
#93. FRIENDS
Looking out the window,
I see you looking in.
You are the sunshine,
That fills my soul.
Giorge Leedy
#94. Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.
Sanober Khan
#95. Words have a love for each other, a desire that culminates in poetry.
Mary Ruefle
#96. Love can be so hauntingly beautiful, waking up past selves that have been wandering aimlessly through the corridors of our soul, for far too long. When someone else can take us from the ghost-town of our inner-selves, to exciting new landscapes, it's worth the risk, just to feel reborn.
Jaeda DeWalt
#97. i swallowed the syllables of your name
and i was full.
AVA.
#98. A poem begins as an inner tune in the heart that beats with emotions and words waiting to be played with love.
Debasish Mridha
#99. I'd gladly trade the world
And all of its gold,
To see you safe in this fragile life.
Maddy Kobar
#100. I believe in the fatal hairdo just for the love of saying fatal hairdo.
Lucia Perillo
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