Top 100 Romance Poetry Quotes
#1. The wind went mute and the trees in the forest stood still. It was time for the last tale.
Lawren Leo
#2. The fear of love can be
replaced by the love of fear
Michael Biondi
#3. Okay, then I'll just say I love you. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you are. I'm only content when you're near. My whole purpose is to be what you need me to be. It's not poetry, but it's from my heart. Will that do?
Colleen Houck
#4. You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, "Be still." Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, "I love you.
Shannon L. Alder
#5. Don't be afraid of Pain. Pain only comes down to a certain point... beyond that, it can't reach you and the love you have inside.
Eeva Lancaster
#6. kisses... are
and always will be
the only language
that I will have
ever truly known.
Sanober Khan
#7. You are a full of beautiful madness, an unreasonable reason, but you make sense in all things senseless.
S.w.collins
#8. I wanted to write some words you'd remember.
Words so alert they'd leap from the paper,
crawl up your shoulder, lie by your ears,
and purr themselves to you like baby kittens,
but it was rainy, so I laid there and daydreamed about you.
C.L. Foster
#9. Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.
Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.
Faraaz Kazi
#10. Sitting on couch, lying legs apart
Dark dirty naked. Smiling at me,
Wicked lazy lusty eyes. I moaned,
When saw movement inside his silent,
The thick forest of pubic hair.
Delicious David
#11. i immerse
myself
in you
like
i immerse myself
into a
beautiful story.
Sanober Khan
#13. I want to have a romance so grand,
it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.
Sanober Khan
#14. I'm burning in despair
Love which you distanced from me
Return once again
I'll forgive you again
Return, Page 19
Delicious David
#15. One day I will risk losing you forever. When I'll tell you for the first time that I love you.
Michael Jones
#16. For you, my love, I would endeavor to pluck the stars from the sky, only to shower them at your feet."
"How do you do that?'
"Do what?"
"Say things like that. That's beautiful."
"I've spent years studying poetry, Mrs. Emerson. It's in my DNA.
Sylvain Reynard
#17. And like nectar inside the bud,
my blood drinks from your blood, beloved,
and starves to join the salvation in your eyes;
to be understood again and again, by your nakedness and certainty, a humbleness that trickles into the crevices of my seasoned mind.
V.S. Atbay
#18. our feet
are grape-squashed in memories
our skins are still flushed
from the touch
of summer's lips.
Sanober Khan
#19. All beautiful distractions, ignites from you.
V.S. Atbay
#20. If you can change the way you think in time you will notice a change in your heart and also a change in your life and the way you see things.
The Prolific Penman
#21. With one perfect kiss on one perfect English summer afternoon, we understand the meaning of all the colors of every rainbow, forevermore.
Hunter S. Jones
#23. We had scar-tissue
romance and ours was
a relationship of saying
goodbye - every time
we fought, every time
we fucked, and every time
we called it quits, before
picking up our knives
again
Phil Volatile
#24. Time is a watchful adversary, who waits enduringly for that merciless hour, hurrying to work the hands of separation.
Kelly Vang
#25. It's just me throwing myself at you,
romance as usual, us times us,
not lust but moxibustion,
a substance burning close
to the body as possible
without risk of immolation.
Alice Fulton
#26. It is as if I knew you before we spoke
Do our hearts know something we don't?
Conspiring, converging without giving us any say
Brooke Fraser
#27. You are either in a state of perfection or a state of learning. Reading is one of the best ways to learn about our lives and purpose!
Cupideros
#28. Friends forever might have been a tired expression, but when he asked, it was like music or poetry. I knew it meant something. I knew it meant I need you in my life
Renee Carlino
#29. He will one day meet his true love ... A fellow traveler on the road ... Her eyes will be his ocean ... In her ocean he will sail forever ...
Kem
#30. The color of her eyes was mossy gold. It make me want to write crap poetry and hire a skywriter. Quinn Sullivan
Penny Reid
#31. someday i will walk
under the soul-blossom tree
with my hand eternally woven in yours.
Sanober Khan
#32. Come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did
this time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it
Daphne Gottlieb
#33. I was running on the earth,
Slashing primeval winds.
I was running in the world,
Riddled with darkness.
Keishi Ando
#34. Chains
chains that hold me to the ground
chains that keep me solidly bound
chains that tether my heart to you
chains that only one truth ...
Muse
#35. A Writer in Love.
I was just a word weaver
What did I know of love?
Only that
Some days when the words weren't enough,
I knew
I was in love.
Saiber
#36. And me, standing under the splintered night,
catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black,
hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.
Its voice cracks,
on your name.
My eyes close,
on your name.
Marlen Komar
#39. may
this poetry
be the home
you will someday
come back to.
Sanober Khan
#40. The only thing that mattered to me, was the fact that I mattered to you.
Timothy Joshua
#41. Marriage, in my culture, has nothing to do with romance. It's a matter of logic. If Mr. and Mrs. Ahmadi like Mr. and Mrs. Nejari, then their children should get married. On the other hand, if the parents don't like each other, but the children do, well, this is where sad poetry comes from.
Firoozeh Dumas
#42. my boy?
he is even
better than
books.
-fiction has nothing on you.
Amanda Lovelace
#43. most of the times
it's the hardest
to say
what I love more
you
or
your memory.
Sanober Khan
#44. Brahma and Airavata
Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand ...
Muse
#45. An editorial in the Los Angeles Times [1923] wistfully asked, 'Will eating chestnuts by crackling log fires become one of the lost arts preserved by a devoted people only in poetry and romance?
Susan Freinkel
#46. You smile and draw me near and whisper, "Do as dreamers do."
I lean to you and whisper in your ear, "I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.
Shaun Hick
#47. Pain is an old friend who left briefly and has now returned. Starvation without sustenance, I had grown acquaint. Satiety was a stranger who invaded my deepest being, and now I cannot live without.
Melanie A. Gabbard
#49. Life is about making mistakes. If you don't take chances, blindfolded and frightened as you are, you're not really living, are you? Heartache makes you stronger. Misery is the stuff of good poetry. You're denying yourself much more than the bad things in life by listening to Zita's fortunes.
Kimberly Karalius
#50. Women like poetry. A soft word in their ears and they melt - a grease spot on the grass.
Mary Ann Shaffer
#51. A poetry professor had once defined romance to me as "bringing two people together when every force in the universe is working to keep them apart.
Jeff Hobbs
#52. my love
for you
will always be
like a mountain stream.
quiet.
persistent.
continuous.
Sanober Khan
#53. I do not blame him
for not knowing
the gentleness of my soul.
When I only showed him,
how violently
I loved.
Saiber
#54. i write
because
it is
the only way
i can
reach you.
Sanober Khan
#55. Love- if not reciprocated, comes with an expiry date, no matter how strongly we beg to differ.
Manish Pathania
#56. The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.
Louisa May Alcott
#57. I am a lover of love and I am a lover of words, and the two together spin visions of airy castles, but also may pierce the heart of hope. And so I remind you that I am a fool, a poet, and what matters is reality, not lovely words. Words are full of promise, yet empty of matter.
Waylon H. Lewis
#58. a billion brains may coax undeath
from fancied fact and spaceful time--
no heart can leap, no soul can breathe
but by the sizeless truth of a dream
whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea
For love are in you am in i are in we
E. E. Cummings
#59. People go on quarrelling and fancying this and that, and thinking that the world is full of romance and poetry. When they get married they know better.
Anthony Trollope
#60. Read it to me."
"Seriously?" he said quietly. "You want me to read you poetry? Like saving your life ten times wasn't enough?
Brynn Kelly
#61. There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.
Cate Tiernan
#62. Ah youth, youth! That's what happens when you go steeping your soul into Shakespeare
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#63. Love is a game
of tic-tac-toe,
constantly waiting
for the next x or o.
Lang Leav
#64. Do You Believe
Do you believe
that I have loved you
since the dawn of time?
Do you believe
that we were destined
to be intertwined? ...
Muse
#65. stronger than mountains.
a place where my heart
feels the safest-
underneath his shirt.
Sanober Khan
#66. he was walking poetry, a walking poem
Bemy Wells
#67. So what if the air
in Paris smells of romance?
My shirt smells of you.
Pooja Nansi
#68. I was around in 1970, and now I am around in 2015 ... there is no poetry and very little romance in anything anymore, so it is really like the last phase of 'American Pie.'
Don McLean
#69. Be my sonata, my cantata, my love
sing me something sweet
but not too sweet
(or i may grow deaf to our harmony
as we decrescendo into silence)
Nenia Campbell
#70. When we know everything about this earth, the romance and poetry will all have been wiped away from it. There is nothing so artistic as a haze.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#72. I wanna make growing old with you
the last poem I ever have to write
Michael Biondi
#73. While the world has found the right names for all chronic mental diseases, I believe poetry is also a brain dysfunction, yet the only one that owns itself the mastery for the cure. Isn't it lovely to say, "He/She suffers of Poetry?".
Ioana-Cristina Casapu
#74. He offered his love ... she could not bother,
She gives her love to the other! The other!
E.A. Bucchianeri
#75. Then, the door opens and there he is; silhouetted in the hall light. Long hair, long legs, and a heartbeat in tune with my own.
Hunter S. Jones
#76. Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.
George William Curtis
#77. Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.
Marlen Komar
#78. Fog and hypocrisy - that is to say, shadow, convention, decency - these were the very things that lent to London its poetry and romance.
Ada Leverson
#79. But he knew she was a star, and he, only human. He was never meant to reach the stars - he could only admire them from afar.
Timothy Joshua
#80. I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.'" I blink at him. "Neruda. I starred the passage. God," he moans. "Why didn't you open it?
Stephanie Perkins
#81. the most
beautiful tide
is the sweep
of your heart
against mine.
Sanober Khan
#82. In Bonn, where I studied for a year, I changed from classical to Romance philology, taught there by its great founder, F. Diez, and at the beginning of 1852, I received the doctorate for a dissertation on the refrain in Provencal poetry.
Paul Heyse
#84. I'm a man of integrity. My heart is locked and I have given you the only key.
Delano Johnson
#85. Poetry, romance, beauty, and love have no book value, but life has no value without them.
Debasish Mridha
#86. I'd Drown For You
I opened my heart to you
A complete immersion
I offered my soul to you
A heavenly diversion
Muse
#87. when whispered
what an exquisite
song, it makes-
your name.
Sanober Khan
#88. Through the darkest hours of the night
and through the dreamers realm I seek,
Far beyond the starry sky
and beyond galaxies I am free.
Through the grimmest memories
and past a seasons air I cannot breathe,
Far beyond this mortal world
in an afterlife we shall meet.
Lee Argus
#89. He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.
Nora Roberts
#90. With callused hands
i tasted
the softness of the moon
in the coldest winds
i discovered
my soul's
warmest fireplace
in the roughness
of his stubble
the tenderest love.
Sanober Khan
#91. Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.
Truth Devour
#92. If you can't focus then how do you expect to make your dreams come true?
The Prolific Penman
#93. You Know love when you see it, hear it, and feel it." ~ Amunhotep El Bey
Amunhotep El Bey
#94. 'We're not ... we haven't been writing poetry and sprinkling rose petals and tripping hand in hand under rainbows, Kay.'
'Just because you have Y chromosomes doesn't mean you can't tell each other how you feel, Dylan. Your penises won't fall off if you do.'
Kim Fielding
#95. There's no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words." He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to consume her. "I come to you as a man unfinished.
Kresley Cole
#96. Fall in love
with the energy
of the mornings
trace your fingers
along the lull
of the afternoons
take the spirit
of the evenings
in your arms
kiss it deeply
and then
make love
to the tranquility
of the nights.
Sanober Khan
#97. Your poetry--it doesn't deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you.
Tessa Emily Hall
#98. Love, is an unknown passion, for an unknown person, for an unknown reason.
Hamza Hassan Sheikh
#99. Sex and love are what make the world go round. It's the heart of poetry and music.
Vonnie Davis
#100. I see specks
of the Universe in your eyes.
A body of stardust
that gives me a high.
And when we make love
the stars shine brighter than usual.
When we lie there
holding each other,
I see love making us.
Saiber
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