When You Know He Doesnt Love You Poems
Roses are red, Violets are…I gauge I should exit the love poems to the experts. And at that place are so many experts to cull from. Since at that place's been poetry, there'south been dearest poems. Whether it's the love of friendship described between Gilgamesh and Enkidu or the romantic love Homer describes between Penelope and Odysseus or Paris and…himself, poets have been writing near love for a long time. Since the days of epic poetry, poets have used sonnets, free poesy, villanelles, slam poetry, short poems, and even instagram verse to describe beloved.
These love poems I've collected vary widely. Some are classic dearest poems. Some dearest poems were posted on social media this year. Some rhyme. Others don't. Most are romantic. A few are deplorable or angry. All of them are cute. All of them are almost love.
1. "Whatsoever Lit" by Harryette Mullen
You are a ukulele beyond my microphone
Y'all are a Yukon across my Micronesia
You lot are a union beyond my meiosis
You are a unicycle beyond my migration
You are a universe beyond my mitochondria
You are a Eucharist beyond my Miles Davis
You are a euphony beyond my myocardiogram
You are a unicorn across my Minotaur
You lot are a eureka beyond my maitai
You are a Yuletide beyond my minesweeper
Yous are a euphemism across my myna bird
2. "To the Daughter Who Works at Starbucks" by Rudy Francisco
3. "Atlas" by U.A. Fanthorpe
In that location is a kind of love chosen maintenance
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it
Which checks the insurance, and doesnt forget
The milkman; which remembers to found bulbs;
Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes; which deals with dentists
And Road Fund Revenue enhancement and coming together trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds
The permanently rickety elaborate
Structures of living, which is Atlas.
And maintenance is the sensible side of dear,
Which knows what fourth dimension and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dryrotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in air,
Equally Atlas did the sky.
four. "When a Boy Tells You He Loves You" by Edwin Bodney
5. "When You Come" past Maya Angelou
When you lot come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-agone rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an cranium,
Gatherings of days likewise few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.
half-dozen. "Sonnet 29" past William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all solitary beweep my outcast land,
And trouble deafened sky with my abortive cries,
And wait upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured similar him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this human'southward art and that homo'southward scope
With what I well-nigh enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I retrieve on thee, and and so my state,
(Similar to the lark at pause of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at sky'southward gate;
For thy sweet dear remembered such wealth brings
That so I scorn to change my land with kings.
7. "Sonnet 116" by William Shakespeare
8. "Untitled" by Christopher Poindexter
9. "Information technology is Hither" by Harold Pinter
(for A)
What sound was that?
I plough away, into the shaking room.
What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in?
What is this stance we take,
To turn away and so turn back?
What did we hear?
It was the jiff nosotros took when we first met.
Listen. It is here.
10. "Valentine" by John Fuller
11. "Echo" by Carol Ann Duffy
I retrieve 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 up was reflected, lovely,
not really in that location when I turned
to await behind at the emptying air…
the emptying air.
12. "Information technology'south all I accept to bring today" past Emily Dickinson
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 broad—
Exist sure you count—should I forget
Some 1 the sum could tell—
This, and my middle, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
13. "Untitled" by pavana
xiv. "To the Desert" by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I came to you one rainless Baronial dark.
You taught me how to live without the rain.
Yous are thirst and thirst is all I know.
You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,
The hottest blue. Y'all blow a breeze and make
Your breath into my mouth. You reach—so bend
Your strength, to break, accident, burn, and make me new.
You wrap your proper noun tight around my ribs
And proceed me warm. I was born for you.
Above, below, past y'all, past you lot surrounded.
I wake to y'all at dawn. Never intermission your
Knot. Reach, rise, accident, Sálvame, mi dios,
Trágame, mi tierra. Salva, traga, Pause me,
I am bread. I will exist the h2o for your thirst.
15. "A Glimpse" past Walt Whitman
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a oversupply of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a wintertime night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may agree me by the hand,
A long while among the noises of coming and going, of drinking and adjuration and smutty jest,
In that location nosotros two, content, happy in beingness together, speaking niggling, perhaps non a word.
16. "I Wanna Exist Yours" by John Cooper Clarke
17. "I Wanted to Make Myself like the Ravine" by Hannah Chance
I wanted to make myself like the ravine
so that all adept things
would flow into me.
Because the ravine is lowly,
it receives an abundance.
This sounds wonderful
to everyone
who suffers from lacking,
but consider, too, that a ravine
keeps cypher out:
in flows a peach
with only ane bite taken out of it,
but in flows, too,
the body of a potent mouse
half cooked past the oestrus of the stove
it was toughening under.
I have an easygoing fashion about me.
I've been an inviting host —
pregnant to, not meaning to.
Oops — he's budgeted with his tongue
already out
and moving.
Analyze the risks
of becoming a ravine.
Compare those with the risks
of becoming a well
with a well-bolted hat.
Which I'd adopt
depends largely on which kinds
of animals were inside me
when the lid went on
and how likely they'd exist
to enjoy the water,
vs. drown, freeze, or starve.
The lesson: close yourself off
at exactly the right time.
On the 24-hour interval that you wake upward
nether some yellow curtains
with a grin on your confront,
lock the door.
Alive out your days
untroubled similar that.
18. "Queen Anne's Lace" past William Carlos Williams
Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor and then smooth—nor
and then remote a affair. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
thefield by forcefulness; the grass
does not heighten above information technology.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white equally tin can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a manus'southward span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his manus has lain there is
a tiny imperial blossom nether his touch on
to which the fibres of her being
stalk i past 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.
xix. "When Love Arrives" by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye
20. "To You" past Kenneth Koch
I love yous as a sheriff searches for a walnut
That will solve a murder case unsolved for years
Because the murderer left it in the snow abreast a window
Through which he saw her head, connecting with
Her shoulders by a cervix, and laid a carmine
Roof in her middle. For this we alive a thousand years;
For this nosotros love, and we live because nosotros dearest, we are not
Within a bottle, give thanks goodness! I love you as a
Child searches for a goat; I am crazier than shirttails
In the wind, when yous're about, a wind that blows from
The big blue sea, so shiny so deep and so dissimilar us;
I think I am bicycling across an Africa of green and white fields
Always, to exist most y'all, even in my centre
When I'm awake, which swims, and likewise I believe that y'all
Are trustworthy equally the sidewalk which leads me to
The place where I again think of you, a new
Harmony of thoughts! I honey you equally the sunlight leads the prow
Of a send which sails
From Hartford to Miami, and I dearest y'all
Best at dawn, when even before I am awake the sun
Receives me in the questions which you always pose.
21. "Polarities" by Kenneth Siessor
Sometimes she is like sherry, similar the sun through a vessel of glass,
Like low-cal through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood;
Sometimes she is the color of lions, of sand in the burn of noon,
Sometimes as hobbling with shadows every bit the afternoon.
Sometimes she moves like rivers, sometimes like copse;
Or tranced and fixed like South Pole silences;
Sometimes she is beauty, sometimes fury, sometimes neither,
Sometimes zilch, tuckered of meaning, null as water.
Sometimes, when she makes me pea-soup or plays me Schumann,
I love her one style; sometimes I honey her some other
More than agonizing way when she opens her mouth in the dark;
Sometimes I similar her with camellias, sometimes with a parsley-stem,
Sometimes I similar her swimming in a mirror on the wall;
Sometimes I don't like her at all.
22. "Untitled" by Amanda Lovelace
23. "When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins" past Edna St. Vincent Millay
When we are former and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
And out of all our burning their remains
No feeblest spark to burn us, even in dream,
This exist our solace: that it was not said
When we were immature and warm and in our prime,
Upon our burrow nosotros lay as lie the dead,
Sleeping abroad the unreturning fourth dimension.
O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my honey,
When morning time strikes her spear upon the land,
And we must rise and arm us and reprove
The insolent daylight with a steady manus,
Be not discountenanced if the knowing know
Nosotros rose from rapture but an hour ago.
24. "Witch Married woman" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will exist all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more pilus than she needs;
In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her vocalism is a string of coloured beads,
Or steps leading into the bounding main.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
Simply she was non made for whatever human being,
And she never will be all mine.
25. "Typewriter Series #2091" by Tyler Knott Gregson
26. "Rondel of Merciless Beauty" by Geoffrey Chaucer
Your two great optics will slay me of a sudden;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.Simply your word will heal the injury
To my hurt heart, while nevertheless the wound is clean—
Your 2 groovy eyes will slay me of a sudden;
Their dazzler shakes me who was one time serene.Upon my word, I tell you lot faithfully
Through life and after death y'all are my queen;
For with my death the whole truth shall be seen.
Your ii not bad eyes volition slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Directly through my heart the wound is quick and keen.
27. "To An Regular army Wife in Sardis" from South appho translated past Mary Barnard
To an army wife, in Sardis:
Some say a cavalry corps,
some infantry, some, again,
will maintain that the swift oars
of our fleet are the finest
sight on night globe; but I say
that whatever 1 loves, is.
This is easily proved: did
not Helen—she who had scanned
the flower of the globe's manhood—
choose as outset amidst men one
who laid Troy's honour in ruin?
warped to his will, forgetting
dearest due her own blood, her own
child, she wandered far with him.
Then Anactoria, although you
being far away forget us,
the dear sound of your pace
and low-cal glancing in your eyes
would movement me more than glitter
of Lydian horse or armored
tread of mainland infantry
28. "The Good Morrow" by John Donne
29. "A Honey Song for Lucinda" past Langston Hughes
Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a imperial tree.
Taste it in one case
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Await too hard
And its burning flame
Will ever injure your eyes.
Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Practise not climb too high.
30. "Twenty 1 Love Poems" past Adrienne Rich
31. "I Dearest You lot" by Carl Sandberg
I beloved you for what yous are, but I love you yet more for what yous are going to be.
I love you not so much for your realities equally for your ideals. I pray for your desires that they may be great, rather than for your satisfactions, which may be and then hazardously picayune.
A satisfied blossom is one whose petals are about to fall. The almost beautiful rose is one hardly more than a bud wherein the pangs and ecstasies of want are working for a larger and finer growth. Not always shall you exist what you are now. Yous are going forward toward something corking. I am on the style with you and therefore I love you.
32. "For Him" by Rupi Kaur
33. "Untitled" by Rupi Kaur
34. "Sonnet XLIII"" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How practice I honey thee? Let me count the ways.
I dear thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can accomplish, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and platonic grace.
I honey thee to the level of every twenty-four hours'southward
Most quiet need, by dominicus and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for correct;
I beloved thee purely, every bit they plow from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to utilise
In my old griefs, and with my babyhood'due south faith.
I honey 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 dear thee better later death.
35. "Falling Stars" by Rainer Maria Rilke
Do you remember nevertheless the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes—do yous recall? And nosotros
did make and so many! For at that place were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked in a higher place we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts nosotros felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies atomize,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.
36. "Photo" by Andrea Gibson
37. "Litany" by Billy Collins
38. "Love Poem" by Audre Lorde
Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky catamenia honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the rima oris of pelting.
And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering audio
honey flowed
from the split cup
impaled on a lance of tongues
on the tips of her breasts on her omphalus
and my breath
howling into her entrances
through lungs of pain.
Greedy as herring-gulls
or a child
I swing out over the globe
over and over
again.
39. "Defeated by Beloved" by Rumi
The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
Then powerful
I fell to the ground
Your love
has made me sure
I am ready to abdicate
this worldly life
and give up
to the magnificence
of your Being
40. "Habitation" by Margaret Atwood
Marriage is not
a house, or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back, where nosotros squat
outdoors, eating popcorn
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived
this far
nosotros are learning to make fire
41. "Desire" by Alice Walker
My desire
is ever the same; wherever Life
deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& before long my whole body
into the h2o.
I want to shake out a fatty broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects
& dust.
I desire to grow
something.
It seems impossible that want
tin 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 middle
to fill it.
42. "Mad Daughter'southward 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 recall I made you lot up inside my head.)
The stars become waltzing out in bluish and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bugged me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I call up I fabricated you up inside my head.)
God topples from the heaven, hell'south fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan'south men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd render the manner yous said,
Merely I grow quondam and I forget your name.
(I recollect I made you up within my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At to the lowest degree when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the earth drops dead.
(I call back I made you lot upwardly inside my caput.)"
43. "somewhere i have never traveled" by E.E. Cummings
44. "love is a identify" past E.E. Cummings
love is a identify
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
aye is a world
& in this world of
aye live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
45. "Untitled" by Aman Batra
46. "Your Feet" by Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face
I await at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little anxiety.
I know that they support yous,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have simply flown away,
your wide fruit rima oris,
your ruby-red tresses,
my picayune tower.
But I honey your feet
only because they walked
upon the globe and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they institute me.
47. "The Earth as Meditation" by Wallace Stevens
48. "Bluebird Typewriter Poetry #7" past Sean Bates
49. "Married Love" past Kuan Tao-sheng, translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
You and I
Have and then much honey,
That information technology
Burns like a fire,
In which nosotros broil a lump of clay
Molded into a figure of you
And a figure of me.
Then nosotros take both of them,
And pause them into pieces,
And mix the pieces with water,
And mold again a effigy of you,
And a figure of me.
I am in your dirt.
You are in my clay.
In life we share a single quilt.
In death we will share i bed.
50. "How Falling in Love is similar Owning a Dog" by Taylor Mali
51. "Love Is a Fire that Burns Unseen" by Luís Vaz de Camões, translated by Richard Zenith
Honey is a burn that burns unseen,
a wound that aches withal isn't felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without pain,
a longing for nothing only to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.
Information technology's being enslaved of your own gratuitous will;
it'southward counting your defeat a victory;
it's staying loyal to your killer.
Simply if it's so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human being hearts into sympathy?
52. "Never Give All the Eye" by W.B. Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if information technology seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that'south lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all shine lips can say,
Have given their hearts upward to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the toll,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
53. "How to Love Your Introvert" by Kevin Yang
54. "Seduction" by Nikki Giovanni
55. "Camomile Tea" past Katherine Mansfield
Outside the sky is lite with stars;
At that place's a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.
How picayune I thought, a year ago,
In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
That he and I should exist sitting and so
And sipping a loving cup of camomile tea.
Low-cal every bit feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to come across;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
Nosotros might exist fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Nether the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.
Our shutters are shut, the burn down is depression,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and circular and patently to see.
56. "Will You Nonetheless Love Me?" by Arielle Wilburn
57. "Naming The Heartbeats" by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
58. "When I Say That Loving Me Is Kind of Like Being a Chicago Bulls Fan" By Hanif Abdurraqib
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