Love Poetry – Romance Poems
Category: Online Poetry
If you are looking for love poems or love quotes, you have come to the right place. We have listed our favorite short love and romance poems and friendship poetry. Many of the love quotes and love poems on this site deal with weddings, so if you are looking for the perfect wedding poem, you’re in luck. This section focuses on love poems and quotes that are positive, romantic, and easy to understand.
Poems about love are a great way to express how you are feeling and can help you build a stronger relationship. It is very easy to say I love you every day but when you place it in writing it can have greater weight.
A Book of Verse
by Omar Khayyam (1048 – 1123)
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread – and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness -
Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!
A Charm Invests a Face
by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.
But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,
‘Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.
A Summer Song
by George Peele (1556-1596)
When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;
Then O, then O, then O my true love said,
Till that time come again,
She could not live a maid.
Ah, My Beloved
by Omar Khayyam (1048 – 1123)
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be,
Myself, with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
Come Fill The Cup
by Omar Khayyam (1048 – 1123)
Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring
Your winter garment of repentance fling.
The bird of time has but a little way
To flutter – and the bird is on the wing.
Dear Chains
by Alexander Pushkin (1799 – 1837)
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don’t demean.
The nightingale embushed in laurel,
The sylvan singers’ feathered queen,
Does she not bear the same sweet plight?
Near the proud rose’s beauty dwelling,
And with her tender anthems thrilling
The dusk of a voluptuous night.
For some we loved
by Omar Khayyam (1048 – 1123)
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed,
Have drunk the Cup a round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.
It’s all I have to bring to-day
by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
It’s all I have to bring today –
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –
Be sure you count — should I forget
Some one the sum could tell –
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
It’s Such a Little Thing
by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
It’s such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!
Jenny Kissed Me
by James Henry Leigh Hunt (1784 – 1859)
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.
La Vita Nuova
by Dante Alighieri (1265 – 1321)
In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life
She Tells Her Love
by Robert Ranke Graves (1895 – 1985)
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
Soon, O Ianthe!
by Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
Soon, O Ianthe! life is o’er,
And sooner beauty’s heavenly smile:
Grant only (and I ask no more),
Let love remain that little while.
You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
by Walter Savage Landor (1775 – 1864)
You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile – deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I – what I hoped before.
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!
My Mystery Man
Mystery Poem by Joy Hewitt Mann
The love-of-my-life is a cross between Bond, Mike Hammer and Travis McGee.
Although he’s a Saint and Wimsey at times,
He’s in bed every night next to me.
I love how he feels when I’m holding him tight,
Each glance has me on tenterhooks.
He’s romantic, exciting– full-blooded male.
Too bad that he’s only in books.