Love Poetry Quotes

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“tell me
of something fiercer
than the love with which
i gaze upon you

of something softer
than the tenderness
with which i hold you.”
― Sanober Khan

“If life transcends death

Then I will seek for you there

If not, then there too”
― James S.A. Corey, Caliban’s War

“Love starts as a feeling,
But to continue is a choice;
And I find myself choosing you
More and more every day.”
― Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe

“I do not write about love
as if I have invented it.
I write about love
because thoughts of you
inspire self-forgetfulness.
And because writing about you
gives birth to a star.
These stars sit inside me
where there was once
darkness.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“Home for me is not where I am. Home for me is a physical structure where the girl whom I love is sheltered and protected from the incoming storms of life. Home for me is not where I am safe, but where she is safe. Home for me is not where she exists, but where she lives. She is my home.”
― Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower

“Reveal to me everything you find ugly about yourself, so I can reveal to you everything I find beautiful about you.”
― Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower

“I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.”
― John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose

“Sometimes it feels like even if
Every inch of my skin was touching yours
I still wouldn’t be close enough to you.”
― Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe

“I'm afraid of waking up
to a world where you see
and I am not what you saw”
― Ali Nuri, Rain and Embers

“Like two stars in the depths of the sky
This gravity is just irresistible
We spin around each other, you and I
When I fell for you, I fell into your orbit.”
― Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe

“Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda. ”
― Catullus, Carmina

“The Scholars
"Bald heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love’s despair
To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.

They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end;
Wear out the carpet with their shoes
Earning respect; have no strange friend;
If they have sinned nobody knows.
Lord, what would they say
Should their Catullus walk that way?”
― W.B. Yeats, The Wild Swans At Coole

“I’m wrapped in you.
Melting in your silhouette
and becoming one,
a strange contour of love,
flowing with the wind.”
― Tatjana Ostojic

“I still wake up with things to tell you.”
― Trista Mateer, Honeybee

“Such aching mystery hides,
in your stardust-glimmer eyes.”
― John Mark Green, Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems

“Manhood Diaries (The Sonnet)

Onun için cennet ol, cehennem değil.
Vicdanlı bir adam ol, hayvan değil.
Sé una bendición para ella, no una maldición.
Onun yaralarına ilacı ol, tuz değil.

Be her paradise, not prison.
Be her man, not master.
Be a miracle to her maladies.
Be her crown, not custard.

There is no alpha male and beta male,
There is only man and baboon.
Decency defines a man's character,
Not the virility of his heirloom.

Partner on the streets,
Slave between the sheets,
That's what a real man is.
Undaunted in danger,
Uncompromising in calamity,
That's what a real human is.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat

“The ghazals are convincing, and patience is a powerful weapon…but the heart of a timid man will never win his lady.”
― Fábio Moon, Two Brothers

“तुम दूर हो गए हमसे पर, ना हुए जुदा”
― Krupesh Thacker, Na Hue Judaa (ना हुए जुदा): Poetic Love Story with Romantic Poems

“अब तेरी प्यारी वो बातें, मेरे चहेरे का नूर है,
तू नही है पर मेरी साँसें, तेरी खुश्बू से भरपूर है,”
― Krupesh Thacker, Na Hue Judaa (ना हुए जुदा): Poetic Love Story with Romantic Poems

“Those tender lips, whose dimpled sway
Can even chase suspense away!”
― Mary Matilda Betham, The Lay of Marie

“Hurt strengthens the heart,
Breakdown emboldens backbone.
Scars shared are scars cared,
I stand ready to sip your poison.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations

“Morning's Serenade by Stewart Stafford

Stirred by a magpie's auction bids,
I opened up our curtained eyelids,
To pale dawn's reverential blinking,
Beyond my lady's distant inkling.

Anointed by the infant sun's rays,
I stand in regal morning’s praise;
Surveying virgin domain’s expanse,
Before the hatchling public dance.

The early-risen owl hoots carried far,
The songbirds played off fading stars,
Cockcrow drew in a loping red fox,
Scattering fawns and sheep flocks.

My lady spent, sports a drowsy crown,
Her chest rises, then slowly down,
Cityscape visions to last night's desire,
Golden tresses tossed in oriole fire.

To the kitchen, a connoisseur's start,
A lover's labour, a chef's work of art,
Crack avian treasures, new life's motif.
Ground coffee, perfumed weekend relief.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I dreamt of you in my fiercest nights,
I craved for you in my suffering frights.
I ached for you on my brightest flights,
I trekked the galaxy seeking your sight.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Either Right or Human: 300 Limericks of Inclusion

“My crisis is you,
My comfort is you.
My courage is you,
My cowardice is you.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Divine Refugee

“Peach Cobbler



You stirred the pot.
Taking parts of you.
Parts of me.
The good, the bad.
Even the things that aren’t
So pretty to look at.
And poured them into
The pan.
It’s easy to forget about
The hurt until you come
Face to face with it.
Sour peaches aren’t the end
Of the world.
No matter how we layer it.
These are the things we’ve
Come to love about each other.
Even the hurt becomes mixed
In a sugar glaze with enough time.
No matter how bitter.
The brown of my skin
Mixed with yours.
A recipe that’s been done
And passed down before our time.
No matter how much of a mess
We think that things are,
No matter how bruised a peach
We accidentally pick up.
Nothing can replace the warmth
Of a cobbler.
Straight from the oven.
Soon we’ll both be fast asleep.
Your head rising and falling on my chest
With each breath I take.”
― Kewayne Wadley

“Redemption (Love Sonnet)

My crisis is you,
My comfort is you.
My courage is you,
My cowardice you.

My solace is you,
my menace is you.
My prowess is you,
my encumbrance too.

You are my curse,
my only cure.
You are my answer
to selfish lure.

You are my redemption,
my petrification.
You're my fearlessness,
my chosen damnation.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Divine Refugee

“a look
into
our horoscopes

your smirk
and a
dirty joke

lukewarm tea
and
pack of smokes

chocolate bar
and a
cherry coke”
― Rachel Louise Finn, The Shit You Call Love