Famous
Short Love Poems
Heart, We
Will Forget Him by Emily Dickinson
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he
gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
Again and
Again by Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however we know
the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there,
with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent
abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of
us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down
again and again
among the flowers, face to face
with the sky.
Maybe by
Carl Sandburg
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
Maybe the wind on the prairie,
The wind on the sea, maybe,
Somebody, somewhere, maybe can
tell.
I will lay my head on his
shoulder
And when he asks me I will say
yes,
Maybe.
The
Sunrise Ruby by Rumi
In the early morning hour,
just before dawn, lover and
beloved wake
and take a drink of water.
She asks, “Do you love me or
yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”
He says, “There's nothing left of
me.
I'm like a ruby held up to the
sunrise,
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
to sunlight.”
From “A
Poem of Friendship” by Nikki Giovanni
I don't want to be near you
for the thoughts we share
but the words we never have
to speak.
To Alice
B. Toklas by Gertrude Stein
Do you really think I would yes I
would and
I do love all you with all me.
Do you really think I could, yes
I could
yes I would love all you with all
me.
Do you really think I should yes
I should
love all you with all me yes I
should
yes I could yes I would.
Do you really think I do love all
you
with all me yes I do love all you
with all
me And bless my baby.
Love Not
Me by John Wilbye
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant !
For these may fail or turn to
ill:
Should and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's
eye,
And love me still, but know not
why!
So hast the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.
She Tells
Her Love by Robert Graves
She tell 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.
From He Wishes for the Cloths of
Heaven by W. B. Yeats
But I, being poor have only my
dreams;
I have spread my dreams under
your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on
my dreams.
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