"If you love a woman, tell her that she is really wanted." This is an apt song by Brian Adams on how you should treat the woman of your life. You don't always have to bend your knees in front of her to make her feel special.
Have you ever tried writing Love Poems for Her? Do you know how happy your woman will be on seeing you showering words of love on her. Bring out the romantic, passionate, and emotional side of yours and dedicate this special collection of love poems to the lady of your life. Let these poems sweep her off her feet.
Her eyes are like the stars in the sky,
Her sweetest smile is what makes me high.
Sometimes I wish I could hug her forever,
And till the end of our life, be together.
Thank God for making me meet this angel,
Who has made my ordinary life so very special.
I promise to love you till the end of my life,
Let me be your hero, my beloved, my wife.
-Pearl Aman
There are innumerable love poems for her which have been written by great poets like Alexander Pushkin's – I loved you and perhaps I love you still, I tried to tell you by Sir Patrick W. Deck, Love in a life by Robert Browning, The Road not taken by Robert Frost and so many others. Read these poems to her and make her realize how much you love her or if you really want to turn the tables then these poems are enough to inspire you to write some real romantic stuff. Cheers to love. Good luck!
Short Love Poems For Her
You are the one I will always love the most
And to this fact I raise a toast;
May we grow old and still have fun
Because I love you and my heart you've won
It was love at first sight the first time that we met
All these feelings came unbridled even though not much had been said
I found myself being lost in those amber eyes
My heart was beating wildly in my chest to my surprise
When you mouthed the words "I love you"
Nothing has ever felt so good it's true
Now that I have you, I will never let go of you.
I love you, these are just not words,
These are my feelings that need to be heard
You make me feel alive and I know for sure
That I need you in my life forever more
You bring joy in my life so replete
Only you my love can make me feel complete.
When I feel the warmth in her heart
I know she is the one from whom I shall never depart
When I rest my head on her knees
I can weave a future of dreams
As my love I silently profess
To my darling Princess.
When I watch her gentle face in sleep
It always manages to take away my breath
For it feels my life with peace and calm
As I silently caress her palm
Then a promise in my heart I make
To love and protect her till my last breath.
Her beauty is as brilliant as the dew glittering in the sun
And to my heart she is the only one
Every time she blows a kiss
It fills my heart with bliss.
Parisina by Lord Byron
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour -- when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word;
And gentle winds and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met,
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue,
And in the Heaven that clear obscure
So softly dark, and darkly pure,
That follows the decline of day
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Jenny Kiss'd Me by James Henry Leigh Hunt
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.
'We Are Made One with What We Touch and See' by Oscar Wilde
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!
How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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 everyday'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 a 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.
I See You by Simarprit Singh
I see you
I see my world in your eyes
I feel fingers caressing my back
I feel my eyes being kissed
I feel my feet being rubbed
I open my lips
I open my arms
I open my heart
I open my inner self
To the magic
To the magic that is you
To the life that is us
I see you
Love is a Window by Simarprit Singh
Love is a window
For Kisses to fly in
Love is a door
For heavens to walk in
Love is a road
For angels to drive on
Love is an ocean
For mermaids to fulfil wishes
Love is the sky
For happiness to soar high
Love is the space
For lovers to belong ...
Love is the only omni
Love is the only God
Girl with those Irish eyes by Pearl Aman
A girl I know with the Irish eyes,
Has a smile that's as wide as the sky lies..
The glitter in the eyes reflects her golden heart
With simplicity in her style, she just tops the charts…
She scolds you like a mother…to make you right,
And like a father protects you…from all your fights…
The way she cares is beyond any praise,
It as warm as the morning sun rays…
Just wanted to thank you for all that you have done…
For me you are my ..and will always be my number one...
You are the light of my soul,
The one that make me feel whole
I have loved you from before
And will love you forever more
You are my love, my heart
You are the angel who came from the stars
You taught me how to love and be true
It's one of the reasons how I came to love you
You have been the one who has always been there for me
And I promise to love you for an eternity.
Like the spring which in the grassy fields
Spreads love and joy it yields
Like the summer breeze so gentle and true
My love spreads and unfurls for you anew
Our love is such that brings things to life
And I really hope we never have strife
So love me today like you loved me before
And promise to love you back like the romances of yore.
My love is sweeter than strawberries
And grander than the snow-capped peaks
Purer than the holy waters
Her love makes me feel complete
Our love so divine that it shines brighter than a star
Just know that I'm there for you whether near or far.
When you came into my life,
You changed it completely and made it come alive
Now that I have you near me to hold
I want to love you and never let go
So be mine and stay forever with me
You and I belong together forever you see.
Time goes by, and you stay by my side
With you I have everything and nothing to hide
You have given my life a new meaning
And with you I have found a new beginning
I thank my starts to have brought you to me
And with you forever is where I want to be.
Time has passed and we have stayed together
It is a beautiful feeling to have you by my side
Whenever you hole my hand and hug me close,
It feels like I'm in heaven and never want to leave
Thank you for being mine and loving me so
And I promise you I'll never let you go.
Valentines Poems For Her
The Happiest Day - The Happiest Hour by Edgar Allan Poe
The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest day- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt- that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd- fell
An essence- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
The Sun Rising by John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.
She's all states, and all princes, I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus.
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.
Love In A Life by Robert Browning
I
Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,
Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,—
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.
II
Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune—
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!
Will You Marry Me by Pearl Aman
As I watch the smooth blend of the sky & the sea,
I look above and thank God, for bringing you to me...
You are the little girl who has the candy smile,
Your Irish eyes are as deep as the river Nile..
Long,black cascade hair,makes you look like a princess,
The look leaves me stupified & I end up saying.."What a creation of goodness!!"
Your sweet voice is like chocolate to my ears,
I would give up anything,to hear if for years & years...
The soul that you have is analogous to purity,
"You are the one!!", my heart gives me the surety...
Thinking about you makes me wanna be a better man,
And keep on this refinement till i become,what you would call,"The Man"...
I don't know if I am the one made for you,
But "You are the one for me" is what I beileve is true...
Today ,I just wish to make a confession about reality,
Meeting you,my love, was my life's best serendipity...
I couldn't have asked for any better a soulmate,
Cuz God has already decided the best, as you, for my fate...
One little promise that I woukd like to make,
I would be you soul,your shadow,be it my life at stake....
Like a father,I promise to pamper you all my life,
Give you all my love & care, my dearest wife...
A friend,I would be, in times of despair,
Like a mother, would hug you to ensure, things repair...
I promise to be your "all-in-one" family,
And live the rest of my life with you,married happily....
To Some Ladies by John Keats
What though while the wonders of nature exploring,
I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend;
Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring,
Bless Cynthia's face, the enthusiast's friend:
Yet over the steep, whence the mountain stream rushes,
With you, kindest friends, in idea I rove;
Mark the clear tumbling crystal, its passionate gushes,
Its spray that the wild flower kindly bedews.
Why linger you so, the wild labyrinth strolling?
Why breathless, unable your bliss to declare?
Ah! you list to the nightingale's tender condoling,
Responsive to sylphs, in the moon beamy air.
'Tis morn, and the flowers with dew are yet drooping,
I see you are treading the verge of the sea:
And now! ah, I see it--you just now are stooping
To pick up the keep-sake intended for me.
If a cherub, on pinions of silver descending,
Had brought me a gem from the fret-work of heaven;
And smiles, with his star-cheering voice sweetly blending,
The blessings of Tighe had melodiously given;
It had not created a warmer emotion
Than the present, fair nymphs, I was blest with from you
Than the shell, from the bright golden sands of the ocean
Which the emerald waves at your feet gladly threw.
For, indeed, 'tis a sweet and peculiar pleasure,
(And blissful is he who such happiness finds,)
To possess but a span of the hour of leisure,
In elegant, pure, and aerial minds.
Beautiful Love Poems for Her
Dream Love by George William Russell
I DID not deem it half so sweet
To feel thy gentle hand,
As in a dream thy soul to greet
Across wide leagues of land.
Untouched more near to draw to you
Where, amid radiant skies,
Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue,
My Bird of Paradise.
Let me dream only with my heart,
Love first, and after see:
Know thy diviner counterpart
Before I kneel to thee.
So in thy motions all expressed
Thy angel I may view:
I shall not on thy beauty rest,
But beauty's self in you.
Two Lovers by George Eliot
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring:
They leaned soft cheeks together there,
Mingled the dark and sunny hair,
And heard the wooing thrushes sing.
O budding time!
O love's blest prime!
Two wedded from the portal stept:
The bells made happy carolings,
The air was soft as fanning wings,
White petals on the pathway slept.
O pure-eyed bride!
O tender pride!
Two faces o'er a cradle bent:
Two hands above the head were locked:
These pressed each other while they rocked,
Those watched a life that love had sent.
O solemn hour!
O hidden power!
Two parents by the evening fire:
The red light fell about their knees
On heads that rose by slow degrees
Like buds upon the lily spire.
O patient life!
O tender strife!
The two still sat together there,
The red light shone about their knees;
But all the heads by slow degrees
Had gone and left that lonely pair.
O voyage fast!
O vanished past!
The red light shone upon the floor
And made the space between them wide;
They drew their chairs up side by side,
Their pale cheeks joined, and said, "Once more!"
O memories!
O past that is!
Seeking the Beloved by William Cowper
To those who love the Lord I speak;
Is my Beloved near?
The Bridegroom of my soul I seek,
Oh! when will He appear?
Though once a man of grief and shame,
Yet now He fills a throne,
And bears the greatest, sweetest name,
That earth or heaven have known.
Grace flies before, and love attends
His steps wheree'er he goes;
Though none can see Him but His friends,
And they were once his foes.
He speaks; -- obedient to His call
Our warm affections move:
Did He but shine alike on all,
Then all alike would love.
Then love in every heart would reign,
And war would cease to roar;
And cruel and bloodthirsty men
Would thirst for blood no more.
Such Jesus is, and such His grace;
Oh, may He shine on you!
And tell him, when you see His face,
I long to see Him, too.
I Love Thee by Thomas Hood
I love thee - I love thee!
'Tis all that I can say;
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day;
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray:
I love thee - I love thee!
Is all that I can say.
I love thee - I love thee!
Is ever on my tongue;
In all my proudest poesy
That chorus still is sung;
It is the verdict of my eyes,
Amidst the gay and young:
I love thee - I love thee!
A thousand maids among.
I love thee - I love thee!
Thy bright and hazel glance,
The mellow lute upon those lips,
Whose tender tones entrance;
But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs
That still these words enhance.
I love thee - I love thee!
Whatever be thy chance.
Romantic Poems for Her
You came into my life like a star
And filled my heart with joy
You took my pain as if it was yours
And gave me love that no one could.
You gave me a shoulder to cry on
You were my pillar when I was falling
You were my strength when I felt low
With your smile you made my living on earth worthwhile.
To Marguerite by Matthew Arnold
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,
With echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
The islands feel the enclasping flow,
And then their endless bounds they know.
But when the moon their hollows lights,
And they are swept by balms of spring,
And in their glens, on starry nights,
The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore,
Across the sounds and channels pour -
Oh! then a longing like despair
Is to their farthest caverns sent;
For surely once, they feel, we were
Parts of a single continent!
Now round us spreads the watery plain -
Oh, might our marges meet again!
Who ordered, that their longing's fire
Should be, as soon as kindled, cooled?
Who renders vain their deep desire? -
A god, a god their severance ruled!
And bade betwixt their shores to be
The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.
Wonder by Ibn Arabi
Wonder,
A garden among the flames!
My heart can take on any form:
A meadow for gazelles,
A cloister for monks,
For the idols, sacred ground,
Ka'ba for the circling pilgrim,
The tables of the Torah,
The scrolls of the Quran.
My creed is Love;
Wherever its caravan turns along the way,
That is my belief,
My faith.
When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be by John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high - piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; - then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
Woman's Constancy by John Donne
Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say ?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow ?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were ?
Or that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear ?
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,
So lovers' contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose ?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true ?
Vain lunatic, against these 'scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would ;
Which I abstain to do,
For by to-morrow I may think so too.
Lesbian Love Poems
I hear you say my name, touch my face, stroke my hair.
I shudder to think of living without this forever.
Our hearts become one as was meant to be.
I know what I feel is destiny.
I Love You by Aoibhegreine
Remember that first look, that was all it took
I knew it from the start, we would never part
When I see your warm smile, it is never vile
Looking into your eyes, there are no lies
There are no words to say, how you make my day
When those words touch my ears, after all these years
They touch my heart and soul, they make me feel whole
When those words leave your lips, my heart does back flips
When you say "I love you".
Constancy by Katherine Bradley
I love her with the seasons, with the winds,
As the stars worship, as anemones
Shudder in secret for the sun, as bees
Buzz round an open flower: in all kinds
My love is perfect, and in each she finds
Herself the goal: then why, intent to teaze
And rob her delicate spirit of its ease,
Hastes she to range me with inconstant minds?
If she should die, if I were left at large
On earth without her-I, on earth, the same
Quick mortal with a thousand cries, her spell
She fears would break. And I confront the charge
as sorrowing, and as careless of my fame
As Christ intact before the infidel.
All I Want by Afurbie
All I want is to love you, for the rest of my life.
I want you to be the one; I'll wake up every morning with you by my side.
Knowing at no matter what happens, I'll be able to come to your loving arms.
All I want is to share everything with you.
To be able to talk about our ideas, our dreams and little every day things.
Things that make us laugh, and the not so little things that we can't help worrying about.
All I want is to give you is my love.
As a place you, can always come to for acceptance.
The simple comfort that silence brings, when things left unspoken, can still be understood.
All I want is to grow old with you, to watch our life unfold.
All I want is to love you forever.
Love Poems for Girlfriends
My love for you is understanding and passionate.
And I promise to be compassionate.
My love for you is thoughtful and cherishing.
And I promise to be devoted and caring.
My love for you is patient and kind.
And I promise this until the end of time.
My love for you is selfless and forgiving.
And I promise this as long as I am living.
My Love for You by William Shakespeare
My love for you knows no bounds
And one day it will pull me to the ground.
And on my knees I will ask it of you
If you and I could become one, not two.
And if God answers my prayers
When I stand at the alter, you will be there.
I will love you forever, to the end of my days
And each day, to God will I praise.
For sending me an angel, so beautiful and true
An angel so perfect, It could only be you.
Rose of all the World by D. H. Lawrence
I am here myself; as though this heave of effort
At starting other life, fulfilled my own;
Rose-leaves that whirl in colour round a core
Of seed-specks kindled lately and softly blown
By all the blood of the rose-bush into being -
Strange, that the urgent will in me, to set
My mouth on hers in kisses, and so softly
To bring together two strange sparks, beget
Another life from our lives, so should send
The innermost fire of my own dim soul out-spinning
And whirling in blossom of flame and being upon me!
That my completion of manhood should be the beginning
Another life from mine! For so it looks.
The seed is purpose, blossom accident.
The seed is all in all, the blossom lent
To crown the triumph of this new descent.
Is that it, woman? Does it strike you so?
The Great Breath blowing a tiny seed of fire
Fans out your petals for excess of flame,
Till all your being smokes with fine desire?
Or are we kindled, you and I, to be
One rose of wonderment upon the tree
Of perfect life, and is our possible seed
But the residuum of the ecstasy?
How will you have it? - the rose is all in all,
Or the ripe rose-fruits of the luscious fall?
The sharp begetting, or the child begot?
Our consummation matters, or does it not?
To me it seems the seed is just left over
From the red rose-flowers' fiery transience;
Just orts and slarts; berries that smoulder in the bush
Which burnt just now with marvellous immanence.
Blossom, my darling, blossom, be a rose
Of roses unchidden and purposeless; a rose
For rosiness only, without an ulterior motive;
For me it is more than enough if the flower unclose.
To Jane by Percy Bysshe Shelly
The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Jane.
The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet till you sung them
Again.
As the moon's soft splendour
O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven
Is thrown,
So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then given
Its own.
The stars will awaken,
Though the moon sleep a full hour later
To-night;
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter
Delight.
Though the sound overpowers,
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
My Pretty Rose Tree by William Blake
A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said "I've a Pretty Rose-tree",
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
La Vita Nuova by Dante Alighieri
I felt awoken in my heart
a loving spirit that was sleeping;
and then I saw Love coming from far away
so glad, I could just recognize.
saying 'you think you can honor me',
and with each word laughing.
And little being with me my lord,
watching the way it came from,
I saw lady Joan and lady Bice
coming towards the spot I was at,
one wonder past another wonder.
And as my mind keeps telling me,
Love said to me 'She is Spring who springs first,
and that bears the name Love, who resembles me.
Found Love by Anonymous
I may have had cold feet in the beginning
blocking my feelings and not submitting
but for some reason with all my imputies
you seem to be my balance to commitment.
living with high hopes you blossomed me
carrying security that lifted me
talked me into relationship
knowing that i would react to that
that L-O-V-E how difficult it was for me
to allow you to remove all the violations of unworthiness
proven that you could be
full of encouragement, strenght and trusting him?
i found out it was golden to be
high and lifted up..the queen i be Not just for show
because i am who i am..that's what he LOVE about me!
Romantic poems for Girlfriend
My delight and thy delight by Robert Bridges
My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
My desire and thy desire
Twinning to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher;
Thro' the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.
Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.
Love can tell and love alone,
Whence the million stars are strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:
This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.
Modern Love by John Keats
And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth doth think to make itself
Divine by loving, and so goes on
Yawning and doting a whole summer long,
Till Miss's comb is made a pearl tiara,
And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots;
Then Cleopatra lives at number seven,
And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.
Fools! if some passions high have warm'd the world,
If Queens and Soldiers have play'd deep for hearts,
It is no reason why such agonies
Should be more common than the growth of weeds.
Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
The Queen of Egypt melted, and I'll say
That ye may love in spite of beaver hats.
For You 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 heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever….''
Mother To Daughter Poems
She's always there for me
Just talking to her can make me happy
She tells me of the hard times she's been through
In hopes that I won't go through them too
She's my guardian angel who'll always be
A very special part of me
To My Mother by Edgar Allan Poe
Because I feel that in the heavens above
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I have long called you,
You who are more than mother unto me,
And filled my heart of hearts, where death installed you,
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother -- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are the mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
But that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul that its soul-life.
Motherhood by Joaquin Miller
The bravest battle that ever was fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouth of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman's heart -
Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part -
Lo, there is the battlefield!
No marshalling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh! those battles, they last so long -
From babyhood to the grave.
Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town -
Fights on and on in her endless wars,
Then silent, unseen, goes down.
Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
And soldiers to shout and paise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Were fought in those silent ways.
O spotless woman in a world of shame,
With splendid and silent scorn,
Go back to God as white as you came -
The Kingliest warrior born!
The Princess by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I loved her, one
Not learned, save in gracious household ways,
Nor perfect, nay, but full of tender wants,
No Angel instincts, breathing Paradise,
Interpreter between the gods and men,
Who look'd all native to her place, and yet
On tiptoe seem'd to touch upon a sphere
Too gross to tread,
and all male minds perforce
Sway's to her from their orbits
as they moved,
And girdled her with music. Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womenkind
Beats with his blood,
and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Poems For Girlfriends
You are not my enemy
But my life’s most precious memory
Even though you are my ex
I can't think of you as my past
Let’s forget the bitterness
For I want our love to last
They Flee From Me by Sir Thomas Wyatt
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, "Dear heart, how like you this?"
It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.
Neutral Tones by Thomas Hardy
We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing.
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
Love Poems for Sister
You are always showing how much you care,
From your heart that is filled with love.
You are a beautiful Angel,
Sent from the heavens above.
I am the luckiest Sis in the world,
To have grown up next to you.
We played and laughed and had fun together,
A great bond that has always stayed true.
The Sisters by Osip Mandelstam
Heaviness, tenderness-sisters, your traits are alike.
Honeybees drink a rose that is tender and heavy.
Someone passes away. Once-warm sand cooling down ...
They are carrying yesterday's sun in a shroud.
Heavy honeycombs, webs of tenderness-
Lifting boulders is easier than repeating your name!
All that remains is one care in this world,
A golden care: how to flee from the burden of time.
I drink clouded air; I drink it like dark water.
Time was plowed up, and a rose became earth.
Like a slow-moving vortex of soft tender roses,
Heaviness, tenderness-sisters-prepared the wreaths.
To My Sister by William Wordsworth
It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
My sister! ('tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done,
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.
Edward will come with you;--and, pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living calendar:
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.
Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
--It is the hour of feeling.
One moment now may give us more
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
We'll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.
Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
One Sister have I in our house by Emily Dickinson
One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.
One came the road that I came --
And wore my last year's gown --
The other, as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.
She did not sing as we did --
It was a different tune --
Herself to her a music
As Bumble bee of June.
Today is far from Childhood --
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter --
Which shortened all the miles --
And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.
I spilt the dew --
But took the morn --
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers --
Sue - forevermore!
Mother Daughter Poems
The first time that I laid my eyes on you
You were so little that the palm of my hand encircled you.
And in that moment, I was filled with love and pride abound
I knew that such happiness in the world would never be found.
I have watched you grow up into a woman so confident
Sure of herself, knowing all that she wants out of life,
Ready to face headlong challenges and strife.
Great pride I have taken in watching you grow,
With so much love in my heart, more that you will ever know.
So now I know that I have done my part,
I raised a beautiful soul who will bring about changes in the world.
Dear daughter, you are everything that I could ever have wished for from my child
I'm blessed to have you in my life.
A daughter is a blessing whom God sends
To make you feel like you're showered with bundles of joy.
And when she blooms into a pretty young flower from a bud,
You know that your duty here is well done.
You have raised a pearl who in the ocean be found
To fill the world with happiness abound.
For you know that one day she would too in this world bring
Another being for whom the world would sing.
For good values that you passed onto your daughter when she was young,
Will pass onto her children too as they will grow up and be strong.
So parents all around the world should know,
That a daughter is God's own treasure trove.
When you were little, you used to wake me up in the middle of the night
For you used to be scared of things that caused terror and fright.
Then I would tell you tales of heroes of yore
Who would slay beasts and were brave to the core.
You would tell me that you would grow up to be
Another hero who would end all evil for eternity.
And now when you've grown up, I do miss
The little girl whom I used to put to sleep with a kiss.
You have become a warrior of all kinds,
For you're kind hearted and want to help mankind.
And I am very proud in my heart to know,
That I raised a daughter who is to all a hero.