Everyone seeks love and everyone has love to give. Poetry is a beautiful expression of love and there are so many amazing and heart-warming poems in existence. We have created a list of some of the best love poems in existence. All of these poems are beautiful, heart-warming, and wonderful. This list is perfect for anyone who is currently in love or for anyone who is on the path to finding love.
A Bit About Love Poems
Love poems can be one of the most enjoyable pieces of writing to read, particularly if you are currently in love.
What do love poems discuss?
It discusses a number of love-related things such as love for another person, love for particular traits in a person, or just general internal love. They may also discuss the feeling surrounding love and how love makes you feel warm.
What can we glean from love poems?
- Our list of fifteen beautiful poems should make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. These beautiful poems can teach us what love is really like and how it feels to be in love.
Our List of Fifteen Beautiful Love Poems
Following you will find our list of fifteen beautiful love poems that we have curated as some of the best and most romantic poems in existence.
1. “Echo” by Carol Ann Duffy
I think I was searching for
treasures or stones
in the clearest of pools
when your face…
when your face…
like the moon in a well
where I might wish…
might well wish
for 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 turned
to look behind at the emptying air…
the emptying air.
2. “To The Desert” by Benjamin Alire Saenz
I came to you one rainless August night.
You taught me how to live without the rain.
You are thirsty and thirst is all I know.
You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,
The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand
your breath into my mouth. You reach—then bend
your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
You wrap your name tight around my ribs
and keep me warm. I was born for you.
Above, below, by you, by you surrounded.
I wake to you at dawn. Never break your
Knoot. Reach, rise, blow, Sálvame, mi dios,
Trágame, mi tierra. Salva, traga, Break me,
I am bread. I will be the water for your thirst.
3. “Queen Anne’s Lace” by William Carlos Williams
Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth—nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrots taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand’s span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over—
or nothing.
4. “To You” by Kenneth Koch
I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut
That will solve a murder case unsolved for years
Because the murderer left it in the snow beside a window
Through which he saw her head, connecting with
Her shoulders by a neck, and laid a red
Roof in her heart. For this we live a thousand years;
For this we love, and we live because we love, we are not
inside a bottle, thank goodness! I love you as a
Kid searches for a goat; I am crazier than shirttails
In the wind, when you’re near, a wind that blows from
The big blue sea, so shiny so deep and so unlike us;
I think I am bicycling across an Africa of green and white fields
Always, to be near you, even in my heart
When I’m awake, which swims, and also I believe that you
Are trustworthy as the sidewalk which leads me to
The place where I again think of you, a new
Harmony of thoughts! I love you as the sunlight leads the prow
Of a ship that sails
From Hartford to Miami, and I love you
Best at dawn, when even before I am awake the sun
Receives me in the questions which you always pose.
5. “A Love Song For Lucinda” by Langston Hughes
Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.
6. “I Love You” by Carl Sandberg
I love you for what you are, but I love you yet more for what you are going to be. I love you not so much for your realities as for your ideals. I pray for your desires that they may be great, rather than for your satisfactions, which may be so hazardously little. A satisfied flower is one whose petals are about to fall. The most beautiful rose is one hardly more than a bud wherein the pangs and ecstasies of desire are working for a larger and finer growth. Not always shall you be what you are now. You are going forward toward something great. I am on the way with you and therefore I love you.
7. “Sonnet XLIII” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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 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 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; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
8. “Love Poem” by Audre Lorde
Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
Make sky flow honey out of my hips
Rigis mountains
Spread over a valley
Carved out by the mouth of rain.
And I knew when I entered her I was
High wind in her forests hollow
Fingers whispering sound
Honey flowed
From the split cup
Impaled on a lance of tongues
On the tips of her breasts on her navel
And my breath
Howling into her entrances
Through lungs of pain.
Greedy as herring-gulls
Or a child
I swing out over the earth
Over and over
Again.
9. “Defeated By Love” by Rumi
The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerful
I fell to the ground
Your love
has made me sure
I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender
to the magnificence
of your Being
10. “Desire” by Alice Walker
My desire
is always the same; wherever Life
deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects& dust.
I want to grow
something.
It seems impossible that desire
can sometimes transform into devotion;
but this has happened.
And that is how I’ve survived:
how the hole
I carefully tended
in the garden of my heart
grew a heart
to fill it.
11. “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
12. “Love Is A Place” by E.E. Cummings
Love is a place
& through this place of
Love move
(With brightness of peace)
All places
Yes is a world
& in this world of
Yes live
(Skilfully curled)
All worlds
13. “Married Love” by Kuan Tao-Sheng, translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
You and I
Have so much love,
That it
Burns like a fire,
In which we bake a lump of clay
Molded into a figure of you
And a figure of me.
Then we take both of them,
And break them into pieces,
And mix the pieces with water,
And mold again a figure of you,
And a figure of me.
I am in your clay.
You are in my clay.
In life we share a single quilt.
In death we will share one bed.
14. “Love Is A Fire That Burns Unseen” by Luis Vaz Camoes, translated by Richard Zenith
Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,
a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.
It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.
But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?
15. “She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of Cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Final Thoughts on Love Poems
Isn’t it romantic? When we are in love, sometimes our hearts are filled that overflows through words. Make sure to express yourselves with integrity and dignity. Fuel your relationships with warm words that will strengthen you both.
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Martha lives in the Bay Area and is a dedicated reader of romance novels. She runs a yoga studio and taught yoga for many years. She always says that yoga fuels her writing. She’s also a vegetarian and advocate for living a healthy life. Martha has been writing for us for a while now, giving readers a glimpse into her lifestyle and work.
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