Top 100 Poem Love Quotes
#1. Silence broke out of me
It seemed as if I had lost you
in the days
where no dancing shadows of illustrious walls
Silence broke out of me
It seemed as if I had found you again
found you again in my heart
in the nights
where thousands of suns from the sky
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
#2. Forever my light shines on you brightly;
Love from above, I will send to you nightly.
Jessica M. Collette
#3. I left smiles on your wordless lips
The night roads- dismal and narrow,
dream's path remains shadowy wide
as our lone hearts felt that arrow
From the Poem 'My Tomorrow
Munia Khan
#4. choose your words well
(be honest, be true)
but
above all else,
be kind
Bryonie Wise
#5. PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
Walter Raleigh
#6. Choose wisely
From those who start
A fire in your heart.
Some may burn you to shreds,
While you were looking for warmth.
Saiber
#8. His mind was constantly thinking about her, while he decided to recite a poem that he had written for her long ago. While he narrated, the words conjured memories like ghosts into the room.
Sulaiman Sait
#9. All letters of love are
Ridiculous.
They wouldn't be love letters if they were not
Ridiculous.
Fernando Pessoa
#11. New technology, on Earth, just means something you will laugh at in five years. Value the stuff you won't laugh at in five years. Like love. Or a good poem. Or a song. Or the sky.
Matt Haig
#12. Every morning
before the birds start
trilling me their stories,
I give birth to a new love
through my same old heart
when a lake's placidity
finds life in the swans breath
Only for you...
From the poem 'Only For You
Munia Khan
#13. Each drop that fell,
had a story to tell.
each smile that curved,
said a million words.
(Poem: Our Existence, Book: Ginger and Honey)
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
#14. Lollypop
... the passion contained merely kisses
placed upon lips, neck and cheek
these young lovers of the castle
of which our fairytale speaks ...
Muse
#15. She slammed the door and
was gone.
I looked at the closed door
and at the doorknob
and strangely
I didn't feel
alone.
Charles Bukowski
#17. I have lost you, my brother
And your death has ended
The spring season
Of my happiness,
our house is buried with you
And buried the laughter that you taught me.
There are no thoughts of love nor of poems
In my head
Since you died.
Catullus
#18. I'd gladly trade the world
And all of its gold,
To see you safe in this fragile life.
Maddy Kobar
#19. Yesterday, when I took the stage for the sixth time, I read a poem about unreliable friends, people you love and feel bonded to but can never truly trust. It was about feeling alone and vulnerable, and never being able to fully let your guard down.
Tamara Ireland Stone
#20. A poem begins as an inner tune in the heart that beats with emotions and words waiting to be played with love.
Debasish Mridha
#21. FRIENDS
Looking out the window,
I see you looking in.
You are the sunshine,
That fills my soul.
Giorge Leedy
#22. At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna
Loved her for the last time and left ...
That night in her husband's arms, Radha felt
So dead that he asked, What is wrong,
Do you mind my kisses, love? And she said,
Not not at all, but thought, What is
It to the corpse if the maggots nip?
Kamala Suraiyya Das
#23. But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would
Andrew Faulkner
#24. Fire burns blue and hot.
Its fair light blinds me not.
Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.
I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.
Morning coals are cool: daylight leaves me blind.
I love the fire most because of what it leaves behind.
Penny Reid
#25. if you eat men
and still feel
like you're starving,
you're craving something
that they cannot give.
K.Y. Robinson
#26. I ache not from need -
but from my heart's gluttony of you.
Muse
#27. I'm looking for you
into that silver
spoon where I taste my reflection
to feel the touch of your untouchables
- from the poem Looking For You
Munia Khan
#28. You've slipped away like a fistful of sand. You've vanished so quickly like a wind. Do you know how I long to hold you love of my life.
Euginia Herlihy
#29. I want to
peel away all the labels
I had once given to others
and place them
upon the fabric
of my own identity.
They have reflected back to me,
everything that I refuse
to See in myself.
Meraaqi
#31. There are some books in which every poem is a facet of the same thing. So the book is like a piece of music. And there are books of poems that I love so much that I carry them around with me.
Joan Larkin
#32. Be still my hand and let the words write themselves upon my heart. Be still my heart and let your pages be filled in silence.
Cristen Rodgers
#33. What I love about drafts is the experimental nature of them. The draft is what you know about writing a poem running up against what you don't know about the subject. If you're lucky, you get to surprise yourself.
Cornelius Eady
#34. Love frees us of all pain, or of any restraint.
Once a circle that ever widens without end.
Various colors it shines in our lives to paint
Excelsis, glorious manifestation to befriend.
Ana Claudia Antunes
#35. As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.
Jenim Dibie
#36. I know her by heart, and that doesn't make me love her any less. Like a Dante scholar who learns the entire Divine Comedy and then just appreciates the poem even more profoundly.
Fausto Brizzi
#37. Watch, how the sun
slowly rises
from behind my ear
new lines, new countries
spring up in my palms
my rough hair
become swaying silk
and all the leaves
in my body
become lusher than fruits.
Sanober Khan
#38. be the kiss in my hair
that no one sees
move, when i move
sigh, when i sigh...
be that line from a poem
that i hold in my eyes.
Sanober Khan
#40. what is a journey
without someone who wanders
if sometimes a pair
is made of two
Lori Jenessa Nelson
#41. Words are fossilized butterfly wings,
pretty to look at sometimes,
but only good for Museums.
I want to miserably burn down the Museums.
Jeremiah Walton
#42. As I think about anyone or anything
whether history or literature or my father or political organizations or a poem or a film
as I seek to evaluate the potentiality, the life-supportive commitment and possibilities of anyone or any thing, the decisive question is always where is the love?
June Jordan
#43. You are a poem--and that is to be the best part of a poet--what makes up the
poet's consciousness in his best moods.
George Eliot
#44. Her touch is like doing simple math
When she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothes
There is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colors
Dividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying
Santosh Kalwar
#46. I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them.
Christina Strigas
#47. Oh the beauty of nature!
Oh the magical heart touching flower.
My heart wants to bloom like you
with love, joy, and laughter.
Debasish Mridha
#48. Never complete. Never whole.
White skin and an African soul.
Michelle Frost
#51. I am my own reflection
But when I look at me
I can see your affliction
Munia Khan
#52. I am privileged to have your illuminating presence in my life that adds etherealness to my existence!
Avijeet Das
#54. Beneath her curls, I forget the world,
With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold.
Love is as much in her heart as in mine,
But she doesn't say it, her punishment so divine.
Faraaz Kazi
#55. When love is sweet, the sweetness means its light
And light may keep the truth, when love is pure.
But love is bitter, when it turns to fight.
Lovers in a fight are quite immature.'
From the poem 'A Note on Existentialist Love
Marieta Maglas
#56. Shall I tell you our secret? We are charming thieves who steal hearts and never fail because we are the friends of the One.
Blessed is the poem that comes through me but not of me because the sound of my own music will drown the song of Love.
Rumi
#57. 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
#58. I love rhymes; I love to write a poem about New York and rhyme 'oysters' with 'The Cloisters.' And 'The lady from Knoxville who bought her brassieres by the boxful.' I just feel a sort of small triumph.
Garrison Keillor
#59. It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand.
Maggie Stiefvater
#60. They want to know
who I write these poems for.
Tell them it's for all lovers
because I don't see a difference
between our love
and their love.
Kamand Kojouri
#61. In ancient Jewish tradition, as far back as we can tell, the Song of Songs was not interpreted as a love poem or as an allegory of the individual soul; it was interpreted as an allegory of God's spousal love for the people of Israel.
Brant Pitre
#62. 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
#63. The respect + love for humanity that's why I travel.
We are all special and gifted beings, no matter our religious differences. The message should be peace,
love and prosperity. There should be no adversity but solidarity.
Henry Johnson Jr
#64. Love leads us to write poetry because love improves our hearing; like prayer, poetry is every bit as much about listening as it is about speaking. To 'get' the poem is to hear the eloquence of the silence that it calls forth through its manifestation of love.
David Patterson
#65. A poem in the heart is worth
more than a million dollars
in the bank account.
Sanober Khan
#66. I wanna make growing old with you
the last poem I ever have to write
Michael Biondi
#67. He offered his love ... she could not bother,
She gives her love to the other! The other!
E.A. Bucchianeri
#68. You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.
Janet Fitch
#69. Fred Moten is a poet I really love because he changes who is telling the poem all the time.
Eileen Myles
#70. A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.
Debasish Mridha
#71. Were you always such a stubborn, blind, obtuse girl?"
"Are you calling me stupid?"
"Yes, but in a more poetic way!"
"Well, here's a poem for you. Get lost!
Colleen Houck
#72. I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.
Jenim Dibie
#73. I am the poet, you are the poem; I hold the pen, you are the words, love is the ink, silence is the blank page.
Jenim Dibie
#74. A writer draws a road map where readers walks with their love, joy, anger, tears, and dismay. Every story, every poem, has different meanings for every reader.
Debasish Mridha
#75. 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
#76. See mirror, every time you will miss me and look deeper into your eyes till you will find me.
Santosh Kalwar
#77. I found the best thing
I could do
was just to type away
at my own work
and let the dying
die
as they always have.
Charles Bukowski
#78. I rise, I fall
Always trying.
I succeed, I fail
Seldom crying.
You've been so far
Yet near to my heart.
I remember you
Seldom crying.
You've left me
I've been so lonely.
I try to laugh and end up,
Seldom crying.
MoKSh
#79. a poem written for someone special to me, but a woman who I can't be with all the time due to where we are in life right now. Through the distance love can still survive, it just takes a little hard work and stubbornness at time.
Robert Zimmermann
#80. 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
#81. I didn't know who to
believe
but
one thing I do
know: when a man is
living
many claim relationships
that are hardly
so
and after he dies, well,
then it's everybody's
party.
Charles Bukowski
#82. 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
#83. Of everything
I have ever endured,
Y
O
U
are
My Favourite Tragedy.
Meraaqi
#84. he was walking poetry, a walking poem
Bemy Wells
#85. 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
#86. You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.
Shannon L. Alder
#87. the centre of every poem is this:
i have loved you. i have had to deal with that.
Salma Deera
#88. It's a poem, of our love, that doesn't rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.
Khadija Rupa
#89. It was not the Jew, of course, who invented the love poem, but the other way around.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#90. 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
#91. 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
#92. Jonson wrote a poem and called his son
His best piece of poetrie
A lovely line a little loathsome
I loved that poem once
He said we are lent our sons never take
Too much pleasure in what you love
Edward Hirsch
#93. Tonight, I won't dream, because nobody
has held me and no hands have strayed and even
though I'm drunk with love, my arms are empty.
Melissa Lee-Houghton
#94. You may continue to call it a breakup. I will continue to call it an exorcism.
Pleasefindthis
#95. Now your burnt ashes float to mingle with others And as I wait for another day I keep singing another song How did I go astray!
Lindiwe Mabuza
#96. 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
#97. Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail,
And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale:
'Time is short, life is short,' they took up the tale:
'Life is sweet, love is sweet, use to-day while you may;
Love is sweet, and to-morrow may fail;
Love is sweet, use to-day.
Christina Rossetti
#98. 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
#100. Love may be nothing more than a complex interaction of hormones, conditioned behavior, and positive reinforcement, but try writing a poem or song about that.
Rick Yancey
