Best 129 quotes in «love poetry quotes» category

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

I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding, no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence. Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!

In love madly, traveling though the life-raft's unraveling in a beautiful tragedy, but gladly i'm still paddling through the ocean of your anatomy.

In Wales, they love with abandon. When a Welsh person loves you, you'll finally know your potential. They are different from the Americans, who are precarious with their love. They are different from the English, who are reserved even when you stand in front of them, naked, handing them your heart. The English give you their love in cups: here, you’ve been good. drink another glass. But the Welsh, they drown you in an ocean of love. You have their attention, their consideration. You have all of them. They aren’t even careful to keep any for themselves. It seems to me that only the Welsh know how to love, how to make someone feel loved. Because when a Welsh person loves you, you’ll finally know how it feels to belong to poetry.

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

I touch this pen, and I feel your fingers, I hear a song, and tears flow down my eyes. Everything comes to life because you have touched them, but all the world is meaningless without love.

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.

In my heart is a space that is so sacred and none can enter in but you. And I shall wait for you though it takes forever, though my heart bleeds and my all consumed. I wait because I love you And love waits for the only one that it loves.

I see now that no person who has ever loved has ever been spared from tears.

It doesn’t really matter you aren’t here. The raindrops are keeping you alive through growing palm forests. Wild, untamed and unconquered, as your wandering heart.

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.

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVER There is the mother Who cooks too much To feed her children, And there is the mother Who cooks too little, Or not at all. There is the bird That returns to its nest With just a frail worm And feeds it to her babies, And there is the bird That kills its frail babies Just to eat the worm. There is the lover Who argues that There is never Enough love, And there is the other lover Who argues that love is All there ever Was.

Llama que a la inmortal vida trasciende, ni teme con el cuerpo sepultura, ni el tiemnpo la marchita ni la ofende.

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.

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

Love gives value to the one who loves and not to the loved one.

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

Love leaves you empty and full at once It leaves you burning and at peace It leaves you satisfied and wanting more It gives you light in darkness an ember that never cools a song of silence a dream with eyes wide open It flees when it is sought It finds you when you aren’t looking It is magic and it is real

Love crosses the sky on a peculiar disturbing night.

Love's Question " And is this all true, My ever-loving friend? That the lightning-flash of the light in my eyes Makes the clouds in your heart explode and blaze, Is this true? That my sweet lips are red as a blushing new bride, My ever-loving friend, Is this true? That a tree of paradise flowers withing me, That my foosteps ring like vinas beneath me, Is this true? That the night sheds drops of dew at the sight of me, That the dawn surrounds me with light from delight in me, Is this true? That the touch of my hot cheek intoxicates the breeze, My ever-loving friend, Is this true? That daylight hides in the dark of my hair, That my arms hold life and death in their power, Is this true? That the earth can be wrapped in the end of my sari, That my voice makes the world fall silent to hear me, Is this true? That the univrse is nothing but me and what loves me, My ever-loving friend, Is this true? That for me alone your love has been waiting Through worlds and ages awake and wandering, Is this true? That my voice, eyes, lips have brought you relief, In a trice, from the cycle of life after life, Is this true? That you read on my soft forehead inginite Truth, My ever-loving friend, Is this true?

Love starts as a feeling, But to continue is a choice; And I find myself choosing you More and more every day.

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?

Love me. As a mother who had fed you on her breasts. Like a lover who teased you with them. Like a friend on whose chest you laid your head and wept. Love me.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. I give her my life for our love is whole I sing her beauty in my soul.

Me (Abridged) Time Seems.....to Just, fly by And get away from me But it, can't be That way With you and .......me You Seem.....to Possess - feelings The same - feelings Put them right here Put them all inside Put them right here .......inside me Excerpt from: Jacob's Ascent, New Poems by Mekael © Mekael Shane, 2019

NIGHT TIME PASSIONS My tongue remembers your name. It whispers it to itself at night, thinking I am asleep, not realising its linguistic dance is keeping me from slumber. My tongue remembers your taste too, but keeps those wet memories to itself, no matter how much I ask.

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.

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

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. ...

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.

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.

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

Parting from you is sad for me but meeting you after the parting is an amazing happiness.

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

She is the light, at the end of this endless tunnel.

Not until I felt your sunshine, Did I realize that I had been in the shade. Not until I saw all your colors, Did I realize that mine had faded. Not until I heard your dreams, Did I realize that I was still sleeping. And not until I experienced my life with you, Did I realize that I was barely Breathing. NOT UNTIL I MET YOU by Suzy Kassem Copyright 1993

Only the desireless can see the world objectively, detached from emotion, outcome and need. But what is the meaning of the truth if there is no love in between?

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

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

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.

She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.

soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda.

So I'll be your queen if you'll be my king, My knight to defend my claimed heart. I need no crown, just your last name and a ring And the promise you'll never depart.

Some people stay permanently in my heart!

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

Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore.

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.

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.

staring fascinated at the infinite line feeling immortal for a glimpse of second kissing the sky deeply… (Excerpted from In the air, chapter Pain)

Siento haber de dejar deshabitado cuerpo que amante espíritu ha ceñido; desierto un corazón siempre encendido, donde todo el Amor reinó hospedado.