51 Quotes About Love Poetry

Love is an emotional connection that people feel for each other. It can be described as the strong feeling of affection and loyalty towards someone, or a deep and intense form of intimacy and devotion. Love can make people do crazy things and it’s no wonder why we spend so much time and energy trying to figure out how to make our loved ones love us back. We’ve put together quotes on love poems to help you nurture your relationships and deepen your connections with those around you.

In love madly, traveling though thelife-raft's unravelingin a beautiful tragedy,...
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In love madly, traveling though thelife-raft's unravelingin a beautiful tragedy, but gladly i'm stillpaddling throughthe oceanof youranatomy. Curtis Tyrone Jones
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month...
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. Pablo Neruda
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Ld heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing on their beds, Rhymed out in love’s despair To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear. They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end; Wear out the carpet with their shoes Earning respect; have no strange friend; If they have sinned nobody knows. Lord, what would they say Should their Catullus walk that way? . W.b. Yeats
Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your...
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Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty. Suzy Kassem
I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear....
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I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light. Kamand Kojouri
She has a charm that is incomparable. She has a...
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She has a charm that is incomparable. She has a beautiful heart that flows with love. And she has a sensitive soul that enthralls with magic. She was the spark I had been waiting for all my life. Avijeet Das
She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.
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She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines. Avijeet Das
...You are here again, so realistic, just, the golden dawn...
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...You are here again, so realistic, just, the golden dawn takes you away in the morning... Be here now, not there, where there is nothingbut starsand emptiness...... Zorica Savron
Don't bow your head! It gets even harder... Look at...
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Don't bow your head! It gets even harder... Look at meand say that, what was incomplete. Think of forbiddenand dream, as I do.... Zorica Savron
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Love by the sweat of thy brow. Not through whispered words of hollow sound or lofty dreams ne’er substance bound that more than oft do run aground. Nay, love with mighty, blistered hands that turn the soil and carve the land. A bearer of toil and golden band. Be strong! A founder of the feast! Protective knight who slays the beast! For promises and vows aloud are naught but wispy veneer shroud like cobwebs, frail, the airy words and wooing fail. So work, my darling. Toil as proof. Thy loyal heart be drained of youth and yet beat on, incessant sound. Both feet take root within the ground, and service be thy kingly crown. Love by the sweat of thy brow. . Richelle E. Goodrich
Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I...
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Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I am here and I will stay here only to love you. Kamand Kojouri
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DON'T SAY, DODo not say things You think I want to hear. Instead, Say what you sincerely mean, And really intend to do. Do not think you are helping me By occasionally Being here or there, If you really have no intention Of holding my hand All the way through. Do not say you care for me, If you do not care Whenever I'm clearly Down and blue. And do not want what's best For you, If you do not wish the best For me too. Do not calculate gifts or deeds Or your giving will never feel Genuinely true. Just say what you mean And mean what you say, And let's lay these down — As our love's Golden rules. . Suzy Kassem
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The greatest thinkers have attempted to find who we are where we come from and why we are here but the greatest enigmas to me are how your hair is a lasso that captures the stars how your eyes are lakes that drown my doubts and how your skin is the sun bursting all at once. If I knew these answers I’d know everything for you alone contain the entire universe. Kamand Kojouri
If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be...
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If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate. Sanober Khan
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ACTS OF LOVELove is not a word Or a thought. It is the name for An action That breathes from its light. What do you DOIn Love's name? And is it only done Outside In the light? Or with an inner Flame Illuminating Love's T R U E Name? I want to know. Are your actions Done by remote Or with S O U L? And when you say You love someone, Does a light go off Inside at all? What have Y O U Done In the Name of L O V E? Because, Really, I want to know. . Suzy Kassem
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Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba, you have vines and stars in your hair, Pablo Neruda
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Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore. John Mark Green
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I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair Pablo Neruda
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Oh invade me with your scalding mouth, search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes, but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name. Pablo Neruda
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I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding, no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence. Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns! Pablo Neruda
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Of so much moon were your hips to me, of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight, of so much burning light like honey in the shade Pablo Neruda
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I collect my thoughts, I choose my words, Whenever I decide to talk to you. But... I feel like a dumb, without a tongue, Whenever I reach in front of you. I wonder why it happens to me?even when my feelings are genuine and true. Saad Salman
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To her you're just a play thing; she'll make you out to be a king, then she'll set fire to your throne. Phar West Nagle
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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
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You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it sliplet it gosay ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile. You’re thinkingit shouldn’t be this hard, shouldn’t be this dark, thinkinglove could flow easily with no holding backand you’ve seen others find their match and build something greattogether, of each other, like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great thingsone by one, always together, and it seems grand. But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest you couldn’t live without because it fits in there. Makes you who you are and the thought of him gone–no more–makes your chest tighten up and maybe this is your fairytale. Maybe this is your castle. You could get it all on a shiny piece of glass with wooden stools and a neverending blooming gardenbut that’s not yours. This is yours. The cracks and the faults, the ugly words in the winterwalking home alone and angrybut falling asleep thinking you love him. This is your fairy tale. The quiet in the hallway, wishing for him to turn around, tell you to stay, tell you to please don’t go I need youlike you need meand maybe it’s not a Jane Austen novel but this is your novel and your castleand you can run from it your whole life but this is herein front of you. Maybe nurture it? Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an houror two. This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed. It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone. Be that someone for him. That’s your fairy tale. This is your castle. Now move in. Build a home. Build a house. Build a safety around things you love. It’s yours if you make it so. Welcome home, sweet girl, it will be all be fine. Charlotte Eriksson
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I'd Drown For YouI opened my heart to you A complete immersion I offered my soul to you A heavenly diversion Muse
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Yes You Are! Like the Blossoming rose, Like the Rays of hope. Like a deer in the forest, Like an athlete full of zest. Like a lamp in temple, Like the life feeling ample. Like the feel of the dawn, Like the grace of the swan. Like the melody of sitar, Like the rage of guitar. Like a group of angels in the sky, Like the pot that makes you high. Like the peacock's dance, Like she is the romance. Like the silent talk, Like the wine from Medoc.Like the colors of life, Like the music from the fife. Like the calmness of the cold wind Like the beauty of the hind. Ameya Agrawal
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No! I don’t love you! I just like you, a little. Your lips are sweet, and your eyes are precious to me. No! I don’t love you! I just like you, a little.... Zorica Savron
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There's no one to mourn for a life that love stole. Phar West Nagle
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I knew I loved youwhen 'home' went from being a placeto being a person. Eric Michael Leventhal
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Perfect bliss, from just the thought of you next to me. Delano Johnson
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But when you kiss me there's a spark, and I can't remember I'm only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman. Phar West Nagle
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She is the light, at the end of this endless tunnel. Vivid Darkness
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No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates. Vivid Darkness
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You burn like a candleinside my soul, showing me a waythrough this darkness. Vivid Darkness
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Love crosses the sky \ on a peculiar disturbing night. Shannon A. Thompson
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As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel’s secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my own, I need not; Pretty diamonds, nor big cash nor gold As long as I can watch the handsome sunshine of your face, I need not; Open skies, nor snowfall, nor the rain As long as I can gaze into the emeralds of your eyes, I need not; New colors, new wings or paradise As long as I can feel the tender tickle of your breath, I need not; The drifting wind, nor its call, nor caress As long as I can feel your soft lips upon mine, I need not; Melted sugar, nor the most expensive of wines As long as I can feel your warm body close to me I need not; A blanket, nor a bonfire's luxury As long as I can see you every morning I wake, I need not; A mirror, nor a cloud, nor shade As long as I can keep you in every petal of memories I need not: Dreams, nor desires, nor fantasies And as long as I can hold you in every moment that I breathe, I need not; Oxygen, nor blood, nor heartbeats. Sanober Khan
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My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth. I give her my lifefor our love is whole I sing her beauty in my soul. Roman Payne
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Love- if not reciprocated, comes with an expiry date, no matter how strongly we beg to differ. Manish Pathania
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LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVERThere is the mother Who cooks too much To feed her children, And there is the mother Who cooks too little, Or not at all. There is the bird That returns to its nest With just a frail worm And feeds it to her babies, And there is the bird That kills its frail babies Just to eat the worm. There is the lover Who argues that There is never Enough love, And there is the other lover Who argues that love is All there ever Was. Suzy Kassem
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Love, comes to steal you like a thief in the night. It aims to take your most precious from you. It gags, you, binds you, cripples you to keep you from running away, rips off your skin making you raw, and holds you ransomed asking for so much wealth one is forced into imprisonment…isn’t is beautiful? Nicolenya Caltman
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You are my drug of choice I know you’re no good for me And though I swear my lips Will never touch you again Here we are, here we are. Justin Wetch
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Call me obsessed, color me consumed I’ve always been the type to notice The smell of a rose in bloom, But let me confess, this is new You’ve stopped my heart, let it resume And I, to finish, must tell it true I’m high on your perfume. Justin Wetch
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Sometimes it feels like even if Every inch of my skin was touching yours I still wouldn’t be close enough to you. Justin Wetch
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Love gives the best of highs But also the worst of hangovers. Justin Wetch
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But, in the end, a kiss is just a kiss; I have no time for love, or seasoned lips. Phar West Nagle
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Your eyes have the colour of the moon, Pablo Neruda
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We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever. Avijeet Das
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Time machine to the past Step back a few years Old feelings, like LazarusSuddenly reappear. It's your song on the radio And it's your hand in mine As this wave crashes over me Our stars again come unaligned. Justin Wetch
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You will fall with me as a stone in the grave Pablo Neruda