Poems About Someone Making You Happy Again Poems About Finding Your Match in Friendship
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What kind of love are y'all in the mood for?
From romance to friendship and everything in between, there are many types of love in the world. And for each of them, in that location'south a love verse form out there that eloquently captures their essence. While at that place are innumerable books and movies virtually love, poets have a way of conveying what can't be communicated through prose or candid speech. Somehow, their verses reflect exactly what you're feeling.
For proof, see our list of love poems for every mood and occasion. Whether you're in love, looking for love, or have some complicated feelings about this complicated emotion, we've got the perfect one for you. Want to show that special someone how you feel? Share these beautiful words from the people who said information technology best, or try these romantic ideas to say, "I dearest you."
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Nostalgia
I wish I could remember that first day,
First 60 minutes, first moment of your meeting me,
If brilliant or dim the flavor, information technology might be
Summertime or Wintertime for nil I can say;
Then unrecorded did it skid away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would non blossom even so for many a May.
If only I could recall it, such
A twenty-four hours of days! I let it come and go
Every bit traceless equally a thaw of foretime snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If merely now I could call back that touch,
First touch on of manus in manus – Did 1 only know!
—"I Wish I Could Remember That First Day," Christina Rossetti (1830–1894)
When you're thinking dorsum to that very outset moment between the two of you lot, you may turn to Christina Rossetti's words of longing in "I Wish I Could Recall That Kickoff Twenty-four hours." If just you lot knew how large of an impact that tiny moment would make—and if merely you could accept held onto every memory from information technology. In the 19th century, Rossetti found her phonation as the youngest of a family unit of Italian-English scholars. Surrounded by her achieved parents and siblings, she rose to fame every bit ane of the Victorian era's greatest poets.
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Amour
Later on all, there's no demand
to say anythingat starting time. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flareslike a tulip on a wedgewood plate
Anything can happen.Exterior the lord's day
has rolled up her rugsand nighttime strewn salt
across the heaven. My middleis humming a melody
I haven't heard in years!Quiet'southward cool flesh—
let's sniff and swallow it.In that location are means
to make of the momenta topiary
and then the pleasure'south inwalking through.
—"Flirtation," Rita Pigeon (b.1952)
Capturing those cursory moments that concord a whole world of feeling, "Flirtation" past Rita Dove is the dear poem to turn to when you sense those sparks flying. The poet was raised in Ohio by her trailblazing African American chemist parents and went on to publish multiple works in her distinctive style, which blends historical narrative with a personal bear on. Her volume T homas and Beulah won a Pulitzer Prize in 1987. These stories of beginning loves volition impact your center.
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Bloodshot longing
Waking
on the railroad train, I thought
we were attackedby light:
chrome-winged birds
hatching from the lagoon.That first day
the buoys were all
that made the harborbearable:
pennies sewn into a hemline.
Later I learned to live in information technology,to walk
through the conflicting city—
a beekeeper's habit—with fierce light
clinging to my head and hands.
Treated as gently as everyother invitee—
each business firm's barbed antennae
trawling for whatever kindof weather—
still I sobbed in a glass box
on an unswept streetwith the concluding
few lire ticking like fleas
off my phonecard I'm sorryI can't
stand this, which
one of us do you love?
—"Venice, Unaccompanied," Monica Youn (b.1971)
If you're dreaming of faraway places and attracting adventures, so this poem by Monica Youn, which combines a sense of wanderlust with bittersweet longing, is for you. To satisfy your wanderlust while also spending time with that special someone, cheque out the 13 most romantic modest towns in the United States.
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More friends
Love is similar the wild rose-briar,
Friendship similar the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
Only which will bloom almost constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes over again
And who will phone call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the giddy rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly'southward sheen,
That when Dec blights thy forehead
He still may go out thy garland dark-green.
—"Love and Friendship," Emily Brontë (1818–1848)
This poem by Emily Brontë captures those often-confusing, in-between feelings of friendship and dearest. Wondering whether to accept a friendship to the next level? Get a sense of the other person'due south feelings by deciphering their torso language. This research on how a person's gaze can reveal their affections will assist.
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Past love
I loved you lot, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain…
But let my dear no longer trouble you lot,
I practise not wish to cause you any hurting.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness—though in vain—
Fabricated up a honey so tender and then truthful
Every bit may God grant y'all to be loved again.
—"I Loved You," Alexander Sergeyevich Puskin (1799–1837)
Published in 1830, this Russian verse form expresses both respect and devotion toward a former beloved. Pushkin, who is often regarded as Russia'southward greatest poet, wrote in an autobiographical style that captured the rather tumultuous episodes of his love life. His seminal work, Eugene Onegin, even foreshadowed his own decease in a duel against an gentleman of his married woman, Natalia. Discover out how these existent couples knew they'd establish "the ane."
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Fulfillment
The time volition come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your ain door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other'due south welcome,and say, sit here. Eat.
You volition love once again the stranger who was your self.
Requite wine. Requite bread. Give back your middle
to itself, to the stranger who has loved youall your life, whom you lot ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Have downwardly the love messages from the bookshelf,the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your ain paradigm from the mirror.
Sit down. Feast on your life.
—"Dear Later on Honey," Derek Walcott (1930–2017)
How do we reach a land of bliss? For some, that sense of truthful happiness comes from a loving relationship, and for others, like Caribbean poet Derek Walcott, it comes from a place of self-satisfaction and understanding. Sometimes the happiest times are born from our acceptance of ourselves as we are. This is the one hush-hush you demand to know to live a happy life: Your relationship with yourself is as of import as your relationship with others.
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Lust
may i experience said he
(i'll squeal said she
merely in one case said he)
it's fun said she(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if y'all kiss said shemay i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said shesimply it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
—"may i feel said he," E. E. Cummings (1894–1962)
Seductive, straightforward, and playful, this to-and-fro between a man and a woman as they engage in an affair captures the complications that come with sexual relationships in its deceptively simple prose. FYI, here's how to tell if you lot're in love…or just lust.
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Everlasting dearest
I want to exist your honey for e'er and ever,
Without interruption or decay.
When the hills are all apartment,
The rivers are all dry.
When information technology thunders in winter,
When it snows in summer
When heaven and earth mingle,
Not till then will I part from yous.
—"God," Unknown
This brusque classical Chinese verse from the perspective of a adult female confessing her undying affection to a lover is a Yuefu folk song from the Han Dynasty (206 BC–220 AD). For more ancient wisdom, check out these timeless Chinese proverbs worth remembering.
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Promise
I felt a spirit of love begin to stir
Within my middle, long fourth dimension unfelt till then:
And saw Dearest coming towards me fair and fain
(That I scarce knew him for his joyful cheer),
Maxim, "Be now indeed my worshipper!"
And in his speech he laughed and laughed again.
Then, while it was his pleasure to remain,
I chanced to look the way he had fatigued near,
And saw the Ladies Joan and Beatrice
Approach me, this the other following,
I and a second curiosity instantly.
And even as now my memory speaketh this,
Love spake it so: "The get-go is christened Spring;
The second Love, she is so like to me."
—"I Felt a Spirit of Love Begin to Stir," Dante Alighieri (1265–1321)
Dante, at the age of nine, outset fell in dear with the Lady Beatrice, so 8 years old herself, when he caught a glimpse of her in passing. Struck by her beauty, he remained devoted to her for the residual of his life and immortalized her as a model of love and beauty in his poetry and writing. It'due south unknown whether he e'er actually spoke to the object of his amore before her untimely death in 1290, but who can say why nosotros dearest who we love?
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Seduction
She walks in beauty, similar the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that'southward all-time of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
—"She Walks in Dazzler," Lord Byron (1788–1824)
"Mad, bad, and dangerous to know," the poet Lord Byron was the heartthrob of 19th-century London, setting the style for every tousled, troubled troubadour who has followed to the present twenty-four hours. Despite Byron's terrible reputation and clubfoot, no one could resist the lyrical, romantic overtures in his love poems (supposedly not even his own one-half-sister!), and this tender verse gives us a hint as to why.
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Rivalry
I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come with a human
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men betwixt your breasts and your anxiety….
Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always exist alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!
—"Always," Pablo Neruda (1904–1973)
He may have served his native land as a diplomat and politician, also every bit won the Nobel Prize for literature, simply Neruda was best known as "a frank, sensuous spokesman for dearest." Possibly the most passionate of all modernistic poets, no one makes a woman with a by sound sexier than Neruda in these bold, ringing lines. Here are more romantic poetry lines that will brand you swoon.
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Rapture
How do I beloved thee? Let me count the ways.
I honey thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and platonic grace
—"Sonnet 43," Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)
Nothing sums upwards the feeling of complete and total dear quite like Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "Sonnet 43." Past the time the poetess met her much younger hubby, Robert Browning, she was already a literary glory on both sides of the Atlantic, just her poor wellness and overprotective family unit kept her most a prisoner in her room. Although Barrett Browning was already 40, she was forced to elope with her hubby and fled to Italian republic, where her newlywed elation evidently continued.
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Tenderness
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, all of a sudden,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending….
(i do non know what it is well-nigh you lot that closes
and opens; simply something in me understands
the vocalism of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not fifty-fifty the rain, has such small easily
—"somewhere i take never travelled, gladly beyond," E. E. Cummings (1894–1962)
Equally the offset poet to popularize all lower-example letters and random punctuation, East. Due east. Cummings was considered a rule billow. But here, he declares in subtle, heartfelt metaphors how deeply he respects his love'southward boundaries and how willing he is to retreat at the least sign of rejection. Now that's a timely verse form.
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Passion
…once I await at you for a moment, I can't speak any longer, but my tongue breaks downwards, and then all at once a subtle fire races within my skin, my optics can't see a thing and a whirring whistle thrums at my hearing, cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes ahold of me all over: I'm greener than the grass is and appear to myself to be piffling short of dying.
—"In My Optics He Matches the Gods," Sappho (7th century BC)
Yes, she's that Sappho, the classical Greek poetess from the isle of Lesbos. Remarkably, nosotros merely take a few peppery fragments of Sappho'due south writing left, but those love poems are even so inspiring lovers of all kinds after almost 3,000 years.
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Loss
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead….
For it was in my centre you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your optics;
And in my heart they volition remember always, —
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.
—"Music I Heard with Y'all," Conrad Aiken (1889–1973)
As you might gauge, Aiken was a homo on intimate terms with tragedy. When he was a child, his male parent killed his mother and then took his own life. Aiken grew upward to exist a sensitive soul. According to the University of American Poets, "he avoided military service during Globe War I by challenge that, as a poet, he was part of an 'essential manufacture.'" He married 3 times, simply as we tin can come across from some of his verse, including the lines higher up, he never fully recovered from his childhood trauma.
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Remembering
Last night, your memory stole into my heart—
as spring sweeps uninvited into barren gardens,
every bit morning breezes reinvigorate dormant deserts,
equally a patient suddenly feels better, for no apparent reason …
—"Terminal Night," Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1911–1984)
Islamic republic of pakistan's most dear modern poet was every bit well-known for writing about political protest as romance. Merely hither, Faiz carries on the tradition of classical Due south Asian love poesy, showing his lyrical, wistful side as he revels in the recollection of love. For more than words of wisdom, read these inspirational poems that will warm your center.
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Desperation
Ah, beloved, allow usa be true
To one some other! for the earth, which seems
To prevarication before u.s.a. like a land of dreams,
Then various, so beautiful, and then new,
Hath really neither joy, nor dear, nor light,
Nor finality, nor peace, nor aid for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling evidently
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flying,
Where ignorant armies clash past night.
—"Dover Beach," Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)
Believe it or non, these darkly cute lines are actually part of a honeymoon poem, composed on England'southward Dover Beach shortly afterwards the poet's wedding in 1851. Maybe his new married woman, Frances Lucy Wrightsman, was overjoyed past Arnold's bleak passion in his dear poems, because their marriage lasted 37 more years and produced six children. Yous won't want to miss the most romantic quotes from books.
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Longing
Oh, western wind, when wilt grand blow
the modest rain down can rain
Christ, if my love were in my arms
and I in my bed again
—"Western Wind," Anonymous (16th century)
This evocative fragment was starting time recorded every bit a vocal. Whether the speaker is a soldier or a shepherd, he longs for the rainy season, which volition give him an excuse to come home to his dearest. We don't know if the narrator is blasphemous or pleading to meet her, just the third line gives this 500-twelvemonth-old verse form a surprisingly modern tone.
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Breakup blues
We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
They had fallen from an ash, and were grey.Your optics on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago;
And some words played between the states to and fro
On which lost the more by our love.The smile on your rima oris was the deadest affair
Live enough to have strength to die;
And a grinning of bitterness swept thereby
Similar an ominous bird a-wing….Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, accept shaped to me
Your face up, and the God curst sunday, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
—"Neutral Tones," Thomas Hardy (1840–1928)
We've all experienced those post-breakup blues, when memories of what one time was become grayed by the reality of separation and the loss of love. In these moments, most of all, we demand a companion in our melancholy…like Thomas Hardy'south words in this poem. The 19th-century English poet lived and wrote in Dorset, a small littoral town on the southern coast of England, where he drew inspiration for his acclaimed fiction and poetry. Dealing with heartbreak? We totally get information technology—but you should even so never do these xx things to go over a breakdown.
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Secrets
When you come up to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, every bit to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I cry.
—"When You Come," Maya Angelou (1928–2014)
Here, the bang-up African American memoirist and civil rights poet explores the painful tenderness of human vulnerability. In these lines, nosotros run into that romantic love is the fundamental that opens Angelou's storehouses of secrets and hurting. Next, take a look at these other quotes that prove Maya Angelou at her best.
Originally Published: September 26, 2018
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