Love Poems: Sonnets, Songs and Poems for Your True Love

Love Poems: Sonnets, Songs and Poems for Your True Love 

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Are you in love? Do you want to share your feelings with your own True Love?

Are you a man of few words?  A woman who wants to express what you are feeling?

Romantic love poems enable you to realize your
dream of winning over the heart of the love of your life. Even
if you have already treaded the path of love and gone too
far, love poems can impart a special meaning to that deep 
relationship that you share with your lover. Make
your courtship a joyous experience with love poems.

Love poetry is that magic potion of Romance that has been
around since Eve tempted Adam, and without it romance almost
stumbles. A poem achieves more than prose
because of its rhyming quality and its highly imaginative
style that compels people to dream. Just a glance at these
love poems would send a shiver down your body, if you have a
sense of understanding the essence of love and romance.

You can find free love poems online that express exactly what you want to say. Sending
love poems by text or email to your love is a simple gesture that's
filled with emotions and warmth. Enclosing a love poem in a
card is an old fashioned gesture that resonates with modern sentiment.

You can either create your own poem or look for any of the great poetry that you
might have read in other days. Classic poems are love stories from Eternity.

Some couples find romance in humour, too. There are funny
love poems for those romantic couples who are class apart.

Romantic poems can be written and presented on any
occasion -- birthday, anniversary, Valentine's Day and weddings, to name just some.

Love poems can be read for fun. You can be inspired
from reading them. You can also share them with your friends
and relatives. If you have never fallen in love then you
must read and discuss romantic love poems -- who knows, Cupid
might strike its arrow in your heart, too.

Here is a collection of some of WUVING's favourite love poems... 

WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

Will you be my Valentine?
I know that I am yours.
You are like a tossing sea
And I am like your shores.

You are like an endless wave
And I your waiting sand.
And I will wait forever as
You come and smooth my hand.

I will wait forever, yet
You are a part of me.
I hold you in my arms, while you
Come to me endlessly.

Will you be my Valentine?
I know that I am yours.
I love you with a love that yearns
To be your golden shores. 

BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO CHERISH WELL THEIR LOVES

Blessed are those who cherish well their loves!
Each enduring love is like a river:
Making bloom the land through which it moves,
Yielding bounty in exchange for labor.
Very few appreciate this treasure,
As most desire more while giving less,
Liable to miss joy pursuing pleasure,
Each dragged into love under duress.
Nor does one understand so easily
That love requires one to be a lover:
Intimate in ways that set one free,
Needing for one's sense of self the other,
Even as one is oneself an other.

FOR YOU THE EARTH MUST BE A GREENER GREEN

For you the Earth must be a greener green;
Orange buds must burst with greater glory;
Rivers must be pure, light full of grace,
Time unfold a more enchanting story;
Years must shape a spirit more serene.

To you the birds must sing with more delight;
Hyacinths must pour forth sweeter scent;
Rain must wear more gently, storms retrace
Each devastated path, and harm repent,
Each turbulence turn calm, and sorrow right.

HOW LITTLE IN ME IS NOT TOUCHED BY YOU

How little in me is not touched by you!
A friendship is a light that fills the heart,
Painting with its gold each darkened hue,
Providing warmth to each sequestered part.
You are the mirror of my better self,
Verifier of the best in me,
A bridge across the unsuspected gulf
Lodged between what can and ought to be.
Expectations can be wings, not bars,
Necessary to sustain our flight.
The faith of friends in us is wholly ours,
Incoming to uplift us to its height.
No soul can see itself, but must depend,
Each on each, upon a trusted friend.

TO ASK YOU TO BE MY VALENTINE

To ask you to be my Valentine
I'd have to talk to you,
Something that in all this time
I've managed not to do.

I'd have to get past "Hi!" somehow
To show you that I care,
But the right time is never now,
Especially when you're there.

It's as if a wall of fear,
Transparent yet profound,
Came hurtling up as you come near,
Cutting off all sound.

I fear I won't know what to say
And strike you as a fool,
Or you'll be glad to get away,
Polite not to be cruel.

Easier to dream than act,
To hope than to find out,
So fearful of the force of fact
I wait in fear-filled doubt.

But now the day of love has come,
And I must cross its line,
And so I ask you through this poem
To be my Valentine.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOVE AND LUST

The difference between love and lust is:

Love is about you.

Lust is about me.

ONCE MORE, WITH FEELING, PLEASE

Once more, with feeling, please! I've had enough
Of lubricated passion come and gone!
Years and years and years and years of stuff
Squirting, squirting, squirt - and then it's done!
With feeling, please! Companionship, affection,
Shared pain, shared joy, shared silences, shared thoughts.
Not ecstasy fast moving towards rejection,
Frantic with the fear of time and loss.
Slow down, life! Slow down, and be content
Just to be awhile, and let love grow
Or not, as seedlings by the wind are sent
To find their bit of fertile earth, or no.
Let there be no ecstasy until
The plant has been well tended by the will.

HOLD ME TO YOUR WILLING HEART

Hold me to your willing heart
And let me - help me - weep
That I of need might fall apart
And then at last might sleep.

Let the truth slice into me
That I might finally bleed
And purge myself of agony
I cannot now concede.

For I have bound myself in light
That I might live in joy,
And cannot - will not - let the night
My bonds of love destroy.

And yet I know if I would gain
The peace for which I pray,
I must allow the floods of pain
To wash my love away.

YOUR FEAR IS NOT SURPRISING

Your fear is not surprising.
It's always ended badly:
Fury, betrayals, recriminations.
Then, for days and weeks and months
An agony worse than grief
Because you also feel like such a fool.

Love is like diving or rock climbing:
Spectacular, but your heart sticks in your mouth
Every moment you're there.
There's an ease in not caring,
A looseness in the belly.
Then, as love approaches, a knot tightens like a snake.

Being alone and free is like looking in from outside:
People give and get affection,
Are seized by extraordinary happiness and pain,
Live in prison and in heaven,
Deal with the necessity of working on what must be worked out,
While you watch them as if they were on TV.

Life is full of love and difficulty.
Its riches cannot be gotten at except through choice.
You must enter it by loving this person or that person,
And people inevitably fall short of your hopes.
But to live and not love, and not be loved,
Is like spending your entire life alone in your room.

CAN'T YOU SEE? DON'T YOU CARE

Can't you see? Don't you care
I want to die?
Don't you listen? Can't you hear
My silent cry?

Won't you turn? Can't you hold
Me to your heart?
Are you afraid of what might follow
Once you start?

Would you rather not believe
I'm in such pain
That all your sense and good advice
Must be in vain?

Would you rather tell yourself
I'll be OK,
And all this adolescent angst
Will go away?

Ah! Would I also swim across
This lake alone!
But if you cannot swim with me,
I know I'll drown.

PROVERBS OF A NERD

--The evil I do people seem to like; it's the good that's often turd and bones.

--If I think, I'm probably not.

--Do unto me as you would have liked to do unto others.

--God grant me the courage to pester women who will never like me,
The serenity to reject women who are desperate enough to be interested in me,
And the density to ignore the inference.

YOU'LL HAVE TO WOO YOUR WIFE AGAIN

You'll have to woo your wife again,
And then again, and then again,
As many times as there are times
A well-worn silence tells you when.

You'll have to play the lover new,
All hot to touch and squeeze and kiss,
All shivery with ecstasy
Unbuttoning the buds of bliss.

You'll have to re-seduce a flesh
Familiar as your own raw nude
With praise and passionate displays
Of need and joy and gratitude.

For you not need give up for life
The pure and simple gift of lust.
A marriage does as marriage is:
The play of pleasure, love, and trust.

LOVE REDEEMS THE PASSIONS OF THE MOMENT

Love redeems the passions of the moment
Underneath the qualms that quell the sea.
All the queries that have room to comment
Know quite well how good it is to be!
Love allows the rivers to run freely,
The tides to turn without the least regret,
The mountains to give way to time, sincerely
Pleased with what the eons will forget.
Love turns every moment to forever,
And every thing to unintended song,
And makes a worship out of all endeavor,
And through its suffering, undoes all wrong.
Bear witness, then, in love, that you might bear
To be, with neither purpose nor despair.

MARIA

Maria is a woman of the world:
As fluent in kultura as in tongues;
Reigning with a smile, poised and pearled;
Inside, duty; outside, charm unfurled;
A diplomat at ease on many rungs.

TINA SAYS SHE'S OK

Tina says she's OK,
Tina says she's fine.
Tina smiles sweetly,
Standing on the line.

There's an awful lot to Tina,
Much of it inside:
Churning, burning, turning, learning,
Lovely, dark, untried.

LOVE ME IN THE CIRCLE OF YOUR EVENING

Love me in the circle of your evening,
And in the morning quiet of your dreams.
Love me underneath ambitious schemes,
And when they slow and time can use some seasoning.

I do not need your highways and your streets
As long as I can be there when you're home.
We both have miles of paradise to roam:
Let me be where your brave heart retreats.

And I will love you in the times of tears,
Of hope and laughter, pain and ecstasy,
And all the days of haunted thoughts, when we
Can share the undertow of vanished years.

JESSE AND TIFFANY MARRIED QUITE YOUNG

Jesse and Tiffany married quite young,
Each to the other a passionate friend.
Some say such early love doesn't last long;
Some say such faith will win out in the end.
Early or late, love is ever the same:
A joy in the joy of another; an art
Naive yet mature; and a will to sustain,
Despite one's own demons, the dreams of the heart.
To Jesse and Tiffany, then, for a life
In which love is the song that's most frequently heard,
For the music that plays in a husband and wife
Finds no beauty without the sweet sound of one word.
All of your pleasure and all of your pain
Now are joined in a moment that won't come again
Yet will sing through your years like a soft summer wind.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Thirty-eight is more than just a number,
Having joined through love the flow of flesh,
Inheriting the future, choosing life,
Rejoicing in the wisdom of a wife,
The seed of which the person is the creche,
Yielding what the years cannot encumber.

Even as the tree is not the lumber,
Infinity awaits your will, as such,
Graced to be the cradle of a grief
Howling through the tapestries of touch,
The passion wrapped in swaddling clothes of slumber.

TO ELLEN, LADY OF SUCH GRACE

To Ellen, lady of such grace
As well might grace a husband's life;
Whose gentle Quattrocento face
Conveys the wisdom of the wife.

As well might grace a husband's life,
She has a way with words, whose wit
Conveys the wisdom of the wife
Obliquely, bit by subtle bit.

She has a way with words, whose wit
Works patiently, as dawn will come
Obliquely, bit by subtle bit,
Till even fools can see the sun.

Works patiently, as dawn will come
To bring the dark sky's dreams to light,
Till even fools can see the sun
Restore the joys long lost to night.

To bring the dark sky's dreams to light,
Whose gentle Quattrocento face
Restores the joys long lost to night?
To Ellen: lady of such grace!

THANK YOU FOR THE THINGS YOU'VE DONE FOR ME

Thank you for the things you've done for me.
Happiness walks slowly, with a cane.
Although inside I'm dancing to the moon,
Nearby many obstacles remain.
Kind help like yours those thorny thickets prune.

You are my willing ear, the peaceful sea
On which I sail my thoughts, the quiet tune
Underneath my laughter and my pain.

THE BELLS RING NOT FOR JUST THESE TWO

The bells ring not for just these two
Who will be joined in love today.
They also ring for me and you.

And not just for the families who
Now celebrate, as well they may.
The bells ring not for just these, too.

And not just those who know or knew
These families well, who came their way.
They also ring for me and you.

And not just those who came to view
The bride, the gown, the whole array.
The bells ring not for just these, too.

And not just those whose love is true,
Or those who would their doubts allay.
They also ring for me and you.

For all are joined in love, and do
Rejoice to hear the sweet bells play!
The bells ring not for just these two.
They also ring for me and you.

WE'VE BEEN DATING NOW MORE THAN A YEAR

We've been dating now more than a year,
And I want to be with you many more;
But there are things that I've been waiting for,
And why you still avoid them isn't clear.
What is it in our intimacy you fear?
What hurdles of the mind, what inner law
Shuts the gates of pleasure just before
Our love can gallop off in full career?
Is it some alignment of our stars
That twists your taste just as we near the line?
Some gremlin that turns ecstasy to ice?
Or is it some tough principle that bars
Affection from erasing yours and mine,
Joining us in one bright paradise?

SOME PEOPLE SEEM JUST MADE FOR EARLY MARRIAGE

Some people seem just made for early marriage:
Like a fertile field they know their fate.
Life comes calling for them in a carriage
And takes them to the ornamental gate.
There they find their pleasure, rich with love,
A place they prune and water till it glows,
And there they dwell till death and never move,
At least that seems the way it often goes.
Actually, such love is dear and rare;
Not many can sustain it for so long.
The two of you, however, seem to bear
The marks of joy that to those few belong.
Cross over, then, into that chosen place
Where love rules all, and all is full of grace.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO MY DEAR DAD

Happy Father's Day to my dear Dad!
As you have loved me, so have I loved you,
Pleased to tell you, now that words are due,
Pleased to have this chance to make you glad.
Your years of love and sacrifice have had
For me the force that you would wish them to,
A wind that takes me home to harbors new,
The inner voice in clothes familiar clad.
How might I be myself, except I see
Each gesture in the mirror of your grace,
Remembered as it was when long ago,
'Ere I knew why, I looked to you for love?
So am I of you inextricably,
Defined by trends not difficult to trace
As I grow into someone that I know,
Yet myself in ways that time will prove.

EVERY SKY'S A BRAND NEW SKY

Every sky's a brand new sky,
Uncanny once again;
And every kiss, a brand new kiss,
New won, no matter when.

And every love, a brand new love,
New cherished every day;
Though lips and heart may slowly age,
The awe-struck boy will stay.

And I will vow again to love
You each day of my life,
As though each morning were the first
We rose as man and wife.

Just as a meadow washed by rain
Is relit by the dawn,
Just so our love, as we grow old,
Will each day be reborn.

TEACHERS FLOW LIKE MOUNTAIN STREAMS

Teachers flow like mountain streams
High up through ice and snow,
And bring their learning down to earth
Not far from what we know.
Knowledge you have pure and cold,
Yet one thing, naturally,
Of all you know I value most:
Understanding me.

HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY

Happy First Anniversary!
A moment to stand back and look at life,
Pleased with this first year as man and wife,
Pleased with dreams that now have come to be.
Yet these are just the first few opening measures:
For you there is a symphony in store,
In which the years will ask of you much more,
Rewarding you with rich and varied pleasures.
So may this moment sing of joy and love,
The first of many that your hearts will move.

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER LOVED

This is the first time I have ever loved;
Yours, the first face I can not forget.
I think you are afraid, perhaps, and moved
To wonder whether you should do this yet.
I also am afraid, and yet I know
That wonder is a thing that needs a yes;
Should you step back and let this moment go,
Both you and I will have to live with less.
Please trust my love, as I must trust in yours.
It's strong as steel, as delicate as lace,
Immovable as battered granite shores:
I feel its power and unremitting grace.
So come, my love, and try this love with me;
Let your love speak, and then you will agree.

THERE IS A LOVE SO CERTAIN

There is a love so certain
It can underwrite all fears;
A passion so enduring
It abides beneath the years;

A yearning so consuming
It's consumed by its own will
To yearn if need forever
For the one its need might still.

How beautiful the rapture
That sustains those long apart!
The joyful inner union
Of the undivided heart.

How sweet yet sad the music
That conveys such loyalty!
The devastated grace
Of the hope of love to be.

And now the mystic moment
Has arrived, and the reward
For all that time of waiting
Shall be gathered in a word.

And life with utter longing
Shall let down its golden hair
That these two faithful lovers
Find at last their pleasure there.

MOTHERS SOMETIMES FIND THEMSELVES MAROONED

Mothers sometimes find themselves marooned
On islands in an unfrequented sea.
The burden is too great to bear alone,
However much one loves, the mind too free.
Each must struggle not to be consumed,
Returning need for need voraciously,
Souls left to survive all on their own.

MOSTLY, I WOULD LIKE TO BE REMEMBERED

Mostly, I would like to be remembered
As someone who was passionate for life.
The days of unsought ecstasies are numbered,
However long we linger in the light.
I was one who cultivated wonder,
Less of one contented to explain,
Delighted by the promises of hunger,
Enduring for their joy the years of pain.
Gifts I had aplenty: Some I savored,
Others sacrificed for others' needs.
Remember me as someone who was favored,
Despite constraints, to tumble in the leads,
Ocean to what winds I could not be,
Nightrider through what worlds I could not see.

AFTER YOU'RE GONE

After you're gone
How will I go to work?
Who will I phone
To talk through the silent evening
After you're gone?

You're part of my life,
A piece of my tapestry.
On what rock
Will my castle rest
After you're gone?

Time will turn
But without hands.
How will I eat
Without my day on your dish
After you're gone?

You're the only place
I can put myself.
No hopes or dreams
Can fill my tumbling days
After you're gone.

DESIRE IS

Desire is
The hook
Love
The eye
Which forgives
More
Than it
Is
Willing to
See

BE MY VALENTINE, FOR I

Be my Valentine, for I
Each day have thought of you.
My whole life couldn't manage what
Your ready smile can do,
Vanquishing my loneliness
As though all light were new.
Let me be your Valentine
Even as you're mine,
Needing what I have to give
That each might each define
In friendship and in harmony,
Now you, now I the melody,
Each helping each to shine.

I WRITE TO LET YOU KNOW I THINK ABOUT YOU

I write to let you know I think about you,
Lest you not decipher how I feel.
Our friendship gives me courage to reveal
Vain hopes I've long since harbored silent for you.
Even though right now we are just friends,
Your closeness to me makes me want much more,
Opening a barricaded door,
Unraveling the veil that hides my ends.

LOVE IS PATIENT WITH A LIFE

Love is patient with a life
That brings its share of pain.
We know sometime there is an end
To the most stubborn rain.

We know the sun comes out again
On a world that's fresh and new,
And all the gifts we freely give
Somewhere, sometime accrue.

We know sometimes we have to wait
For life to come around,
And sometimes that it won't, but still
There's some good to be found.

And even when things happen that
Your soul can hardly bear,
Know that I'll be next to you;
My love is always there.

FIFTEEN

Fifteen's neither child nor adult,
In between charade and innocence,
Fending off the forces that would shape
Too soon an unremarkable result.
Even if one were oneself to ape
Essences to which the heart assents,
No draft could be approved without revolt.

PROVERBS OF HAPPINESS

1. Happiness is another term for inner peace.

2. One achieves inner peace through harmony between what one does and what one believes.

3. Thus while outer events might make one happy or sad, happiness itself is entirely internal, and at all times completely within one's power.

4. This does not mean, however, that happiness is easy. It requires wisdom, discipline, and love.

5. Wisdom comes slowly, through the scrupulous pursuit of truth over time. Thus what one believes is never certain, but can always be sincere.

6. Discipline enables one to acquire habits in tune with one's beliefs. Behavior flows from character, which, like a mansion, is built of thousands of details, or acts, each judged not only for itself but for its contribution to the whole.

7. Love is the choice to open one's arms to life, enabling one to embrace imperfection. From it flow empathy, compassion, generosity, and acceptance. The opposite of love is fear.

8. To be happy, one must love oneself as well as others.

9. Because inner peace or harmony is never perfect, happiness is never achieved, and is always a question of more or less.

10. The inner and outer worlds are mirrors. How one shapes one's inner world through will shapes one's perception of the outer world. Thus an unhappy person is likely to perceive a world of lust, greed, and lies, whereas a happy one is likely to perceive a world of people struggling in the grip of love.

HAPPINESS COMES FROM CHOOSING HAPPINESS

Happiness comes from choosing happiness,
As love's the consequence of choosing love.
Perhaps all angels shall the weaker prove,
Pinned by those whose fortunes they must bless.
Yet some must make their choice under duress,
Salvaging the unspent sweetness of
Each moment that across their sea might move,
Vivid in the wake of its caress.
Endurance is no name for an embrace,
Nor is one's joy much kindled by one's fury.
There is but death and illness in the offing;
Eventually, all life ends in pain.
Even so, love touches life with grace,
Not vested in the verdict of the jury,
Transforming what would else have little meaning,
Happily engaged again, again.

==>> Nicholas Gordon is a personal favourite of ours at WUVING.com.  He is creative, sensitive and at times funny -- a true artist of our times.  The poems on this page are just a sampling of his talent.  We highly recommend that you go to his Website to read more of his work.  Nicolas is a poet and the webmaster of the popular poetry site, "Poems for Free" at poemsforfree.com. He holds a Ph.D. in English and American Literature from Stanford University. For most of his working life, he taught English at New Jersey City University, in Jersey City, NJ. To read more of his poetry and go to his Website "Poems Are Free," Click Here...