Best 129 of Love poetry quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 17 Sep

Tatjana Ostojic

May the cracks in my heart be the place where I shall plant my tears which would rise in blossoms. If they hit me with stones, I’m going to throw at them flowers. As a sign of celebration. The victory of reason over ego. I’ve risen above it all, on the ashes of my old soul that, as Phoenix, found its way to light up the Universe.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Catarine Hancock

if you love somebody, tell them. if you think somebody may need a friend, be that friend. you don't want to be stuck in the aftermath of a tragedy, thinking, "oh, if only i'd said this. if only i'd done this.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Francisco De Quevedo

Yo ansí, náufrago amante y peregrino, que en borrasca de amor por Lisis muero, sigo insano furor de alto destino.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I am here and I will stay here only to love you.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Mark Green

Such aching mystery hides, in your stardust-glimmer eyes.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Justin Wetch

Time machine to the past Step back a few years Old feelings, like Lazarus Suddenly reappear. It's your song on the radio And it's your hand in mine As this wave crashes over me Our stars again come unaligned.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tatjana Ostojic

Is it possible to silence the mind of a lover without losing it? Getting desires fulfilled might satisfy it, taking away its peace.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love 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 love thee better after death.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Justin Wetch

You are my drug of choice I know you’re no good for me And though I swear my lips Will never touch you again Here we are, here we are.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Charlotte Eriksson

You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it slip let it go say ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile. You’re thinking it shouldn’t be this hard, shouldn’t be this dark, thinking love could flow easily with no holding back and you’ve seen others find their match and build something great together, of each other, like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great things one by one, always together, and it seems grand. But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest you couldn’t live without because it fits in there. Makes you who you are and the thought of him gone—no more—makes your chest tighten up and maybe this is your fairytale. Maybe this is your castle. You could get it all on a shiny piece of glass with wooden stools and a neverending blooming garden but that’s not yours. This is yours. The cracks and the faults, the ugly words in the winter walking home alone and angry but falling asleep thinking you love him. This is your fairy tale. The quiet in the hallway, wishing for him to turn around, tell you to stay, tell you to please don’t go I need you like you need me and maybe it’s not a Jane Austen novel but this is your novel and your castle and you can run from it your whole life but this is here in front of you. Maybe nurture it? Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an hour or two. This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed. It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone. Be that someone for him. That’s your fairy tale. This is your castle. Now move in. Build a home. Build a house. Build a safety around things you love. It’s yours if you make it so. Welcome home, sweet girl, it will be all be fine.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Why is it surprising that I, your Little Sequin, can write devastating love poems? Tell me how you can spot the violent storms inside a heart? Can you identify which person is going through a revolution? Which is revolting against their thoughts and overthrowing their mind, only to make their heart king? There is a world inside each of us. By writing, I hope to share mine with you. So please, step inside.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Nicolenya Caltman

Love, comes to steal you like a thief in the night. It aims to take your most precious from you. It gags, you, binds you, cripples you to keep you from running away, rips off your skin making you raw, and holds you ransomed asking for so much wealth one is forced into imprisonment…isn’t is beautiful?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Justin Wetch

I found a night’s sky full of stars In your cinematic eyes And heard a symphony In your laughter.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Nithin Purple

Art sincerely obeys a mind,who is willing to tame a Wild Stone to mould a desired Shape.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jocelyn Soriano

You could have found me. You could have seen me. But I had always been the invisible one.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Avijeet Das

She has a charm that is incomparable. She has a beautiful heart that flows with love. And she has a sensitive soul that enthralls with magic. She was the spark I had been waiting for all my life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

Adieu, valour: rust, rapier: be still, drum, for your manager is in love: yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit: write, pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ranjani Ramachandran

I am a Dancer; rehearsing the steps of our unheard song with utmost perfection. Never will you tap your feet consciously. I am a Singer; singing the tune of the song I always wanted you to hear. Never will the melody bring back our memories to you. I am an Orator; emphasizing and emoting what I feel for you. Never will you hear your name throughout. I am a Writer; penning all the unsaid intentions with sincerity. Never will you see your name at the top. Because at the end of it all I am Actor; Nevertheless you taught me how well to pretend!

By Anonym 17 Sep

Justin Wetch

Let us love like the spark Between flint and stone In reckless abandonment, Promising no eternities, But promising only to seek out Upon each day’s sunrise Something to choose to love In each other.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Phar West Nagle

To her you're just a play thing; she'll make you out to be a king, then she'll set fire to your throne.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Suzy Kassem

DON'T SAY, DO Do not say things You think I want to hear. Instead, Say what you sincerely mean, And really intend to do. Do not think you are helping me By occasionally Being here or there, If you really have no intention Of holding my hand All the way through. Do not say you care for me, If you do not care Whenever I'm clearly Down and blue. And do not want what's best For you, If you do not wish the best For me too. Do not calculate gifts or deeds Or your giving will never feel Genuinely true. Just say what you mean And mean what you say, And let's lay these down – As our love's Golden rules.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Avijeet Das

You are the ache in my heart!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jocelyn Soriano

I guess you will always be my heart’s deepest wound. The kind that aches terribly. The kind that time could never heal. I glimpse a memory of you and I feel it! I feel both the joy and the pain of loving you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tatjana Ostojic

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

By Anonym 16 Sep

Juansen Dizon

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.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Ameya Agrawal

Yes You Are! Like the Blossoming rose, Like the Rays of hope. Like a deer in the forest, Like an athlete full of zest. Like a lamp in temple, Like the life feeling ample. Like the feel of the dawn, Like the grace of the swan. Like the melody of sitar, Like the rage of guitar. Like a group of angels in the sky, Like the pot that makes you high. Like the peacock's dance, Like she is the romance. Like the silent talk, Like the wine from Medoc. Like the colors of life, Like the music from the fife. Like the calmness of the cold wind Like the beauty of the hind.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Zorica Savron

No! I don’t love you! I just like you, a little. Your lips are sweet, and your eyes are precious to me. No! I don’t love you! I just like you, a little. ...

By Anonym 19 Sep

Avijeet Das

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maurice Bejart

In the dance, one finds the cinema, the comic strips, the Olympic hundred meters and swimming, and what's more, poetry, love and tenderness.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Shannon A. Thompson

Love crosses the sky on a peculiar disturbing night.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Juansen Dizon

Reveal to me everything you find ugly about yourself, so I can reveal to you everything I find beautiful about you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

David Lehman

How like a winter has been my hard spring away from you, my harp. --Psalm

By Anonym 17 Sep

Vivid Darkness

No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Stephanie Lahart

His tongue was one of his greatest qualities. He knew exactly how to use it with me. Encouraging, kind, and loving words flowed freely and frequently from his lips. Always inspiring me to upgrade my thinking. His tongue spoke life into me… Awakening gifts in me that I didn’t know existed. He used his tongue wisely. Truth be told, he’s part of the reason why I am me. Exquisite, Powerful, Fearless, and Unapologetic. I’ll be forever grateful for his genuine love.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Manish Pathania

Love- if not reciprocated, comes with an expiry date, no matter how strongly we beg to differ.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Chrissy Moon

Remember this when you leave me here: that your sweetest face and loving voice, I forevermore hold dear.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Avijeet Das

you will miss me when it will rain and you will look outside the window and you will remember how I held you while we both looked at the raindrops falling from the sky and laughed together...

By Anonym 17 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Oh invade me with your scalding mouth, search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes, but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Connor Judson Garrett

Trick Candle Torches feeding on the dark between the stars a river of ice and fire converge in her chest a kiss like a hot spring, a tongue of embers breath of ash with sparking lips words that crash like the tide and a judge’s hammer a touch like a bed of poppies and spiderwebs hips like the curve of an hourglass and sex pure sex manifested in the flesh a body to take a bullet for I am drunk and drugged, dashed upon the shore of her soul a soul to set the angels and demons to war I am stranded in no man’s land in between her ribs like a madman guardian searching for her womb seeking death or rebirth those bittersweet twins one a flicker the other a trick candle I crawl towards the light

By Anonym 19 Sep

Phar West Nagle

There's no one to mourn for a life that love stole.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Saad Salman

I collect my thoughts, I choose my words, Whenever I decide to talk to you. But... I feel like a dumb, without a tongue, Whenever I reach in front of you. I wonder why it happens to me? even when my feelings are genuine and true.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Tatjana Ostojic

Tens of voices announced the time for the prayer. In all the magnificence of the scenery, “God is the Greatest” fits flawlessly, and makes me close my eyes and murmur my supplication.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Avijeet Das

Your feet the steps you take are all poetry for me...

By Anonym 17 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba, you have vines and stars in your hair,

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tatjana Ostojic

It is you folding me like the bellows of an accordion. I am surrendering. Only to you. And giving you the right to own me as you will.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Justin Wetch

Love gives the best of highs But also the worst of hangovers.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Phar West Nagle

Some men call her cyanide For she'll cause and take your pain. To others she's the devil Or the quest for true love's bane, And, to those less lucky, She's called their ball and chain.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Tatjana Ostojic

The new story of ardour unfolding, the tale of tantrums of the hearts. An affair with a stranger who still can’t feel it, while silently roaming its streets.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Tatjana Ostojic

Once there are no more obstacles to overcome, no sudden closeness to achieve, the eyes open the windows to deception and lies, when two intimate hearts become strangers again, that’s how the love dies.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Justin Wetch

Sometimes it feels like even if Every inch of my skin was touching yours I still wouldn’t be close enough to you.