Love Poems
The Sailor's Wife
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
She’s one lonely soul with occasional
Nosebleed, all from the sea-salt of distant
Waves, charmed to weariness by breezes powerful enough
To unfurl umbrellas rolled behind Grandfather’s clock.
She combs her lofty hair seawards, with particles, flimsy and
Delicately grey, tiny and microscopic, storming the sea in their looseness.
She hopes to borrow the strength of the waves
And attract her wayward husband’s lost attention imprisoned
By the west and south seas.
Her letters, before they reach him on the fragrant sails
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Yours
by Daniel Hoffman
I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,
As the snowcap gleams with light
Lent it by the brimming moon.
Without you I'd be an unleafed tree
Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.
Your love is the weather of my being.
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Little One
by Margaret Whitsell
Dear little one
Its been two birthdays now, that I have missed
I can't be there, so I have asked God to send
an Angel to give you a kiss
I have asked Jesus to wrap his arms around you
and tell you that I will always "Love You"!
This birthday you will be eleven
May God send you blessings from heaven
I know you aren't little anymore
You are tall and slender and beautiful too
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On The Death Of The Beloved
by John O'Donohue
Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.
Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.
The sound of your voice
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Away, Melancholy
by Stevie Smith
Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.
Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.
The ant is busy
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Anna Stadnik
by Mario Odekerken
The morning murmurs your name,
soft as the hush between heartbeats,
as if the sun itself rises only
to trace your silhouette in gold.
Anna Stadnik--two syllables of warmth,
a melody the wind carries,
spilling through branches,
weaving into the hush of my breath.
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Verlaat me niet
by Mario Odekerken
Verlaat me niet,
wanneer de dagen zwaar voelen,
en woorden zich in stilte hullen.
Wanneer onze stappen soms struikelen,
en de wind tegen onze stemmen blaast.
Houd me stevig vast,
als twijfel zich tussen ons nestelt,
en de wereld vraagt om meer dan we hebben.
Als de nacht langer lijkt dan de dag,
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To my love
by Grayson Barath
The day that I met you is the day that i truly fell
You are the angel that saved my demon from hell
Every day i look into your eyes and i can truly see
You are the only person i want beside me
You made me feel things that i didn’t expect
You brought back emotions that I thought left with my ex
Every day ii wake up in the morning and I look at you
Every time i do, i think to myself
“How did i get so lucky with you?”
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De wind die mij terugbracht naar jou
by Mario Odekerken
De wind die mij terugbracht naar jou,
was geen storm,
geen razernij,
maar een zachte hand
die herinnerde
aan wie ik was
toen jij nog keek.
Ik liep verloren tussen dagen
zonder richting,
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The wind that brought me back to you
by Mario Odekerken
The wind that brought me back to you,
was no storm,
no fury,
but a gentle hand
reminding me
of who I was
when you still looked my way.
I wandered lost among days
without direction,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (32 poems about Love)
22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States -