DEEPER THAN RHYMES: Art, Love, and Poetry
But you didn't comment on the list. But thanks for finding us. Pablo Neruda is really great. Dorothy Parker's "Dark Girl's Rhyme" is a beautiful poem about star crossed love. I like that they are both bitter sweet examples that tell a tale more layered than multiple lines of full frontal flattery could ever hope to achieve. John Fuller's Valentine is exhilerating for its sheer earthy, audacious passion. It says in the little introduction for him that he is lesser known than his father Roy Fuller. In fact i know a bit of the former's poems.
Does anyone have more poems to share? Even Roy's, if he is as good. Ok, I am sorry to be the English snob, but that particular sonnet by Shakespeare is NOT a love poem, if you take a look at the language, you will see that. Plus, there are several others that are considerably more romantic- especially , which is my favorite. I was talking about Sonnet from the list, which is not a romantic poem.ediscoverynutsandbolts.com/wp-content/map26.php
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Sonnet is a beautiful poem about love. Sonnet is not romantic or touching in any way. Sonnet is focused more on the down side of a long relationship.
Think about it, if you were in love which would you rather receive from your significant other, a poem about your flaws that at the end says your significant other still loves you anyways or a poem about the strength of their love for you? It is not the gushy sentiment of frantic, new love. It is not the sensual praise of desire. It is that sturdy, self-assured love that can only ripen with time. I find it ridiculous to list Love Sonnet as the number one romantic poem. Can't you read into it at all? It's not exactly romantic. The woman is not complemented but insulted.
She's said to have wires for hair, her voice is unpleasant and her breath reeks, her eyes are dull, and so forth. Sure, the ending indicates that regardless of it all the speaker truly loves her. I just saw this, and normally i dont get involved, but your argument is blooming ridiculous. Shall i compare thee to a summers day is good, but it doesnt have the depth of emotion or truth.
He loves to hear her speak, but it is nto the greatest thing he has heard, she is not perfect, nobody is, and yet, he compares her to a goddess and still believes that the love he has for this woman is greater than any love he could have, any woman who would falsely be compared to the sun. But thy bond-slave is my heart:. The list is good.
There are lot of famous love poems in other languages too and I love some sufi poems and they are very romantic also. To me, Sonnet is much more romantic and it is one of my favorite poems. I would like to be able to heal the wounds, to me I leave you when you have a love, I would like to specialize in your life, And finally leave the drinks, Loaded with alcohol. Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day. Thou by the Indian Ganges side. I by the Tide Of Humber would complain.
I would Love you ten years before the Flood: And you should if you please refuse Till the Conversion of the Jews. My vegetable Love should grow Vaster then Empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze. Two hundred to adore each Breast. But thirty thousand to the rest. An Age at least to every part, And the last Age should show your Heart.
For Lady you deserve this State; Nor would I love at lower rate. Nobody is as special as you are to me Now I hope you are beginning to see Just how much I care for you And all my feelings will always be true. I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
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The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours — And the songs of every poet past and forever. Its all I have to bring today This, and my heart beside This, and my heart, and all the fields And all the meadows wide Be sure you count should I forget Some one the sum could tell This, and my heart, and all the bees Which in the clover dwell. Adjust to that … Adjusting to the fact my love deeper than any ocean wider than any mountain above The only person can handle this adjustment is my only true love …. Because this is all in my head a story no one has read a secret held close to my heart.
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That time will come I know this, I do just like I know that roses are red and violets are blue and forever and always I have loved you. This is one brief poem I came across that means so much: Secretly, lip want to touch with lip Breath want to mixed with breath Head want to put on left side of chest Silent love has not effective distance Minds language just realization.
Secretly want to hug to touch to mix to put on for being two in one. Please is there any secret about how a good poet who is underground could make himself and his work known to the world like other poets? Please help if you can! My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen, And have no cunning with any soft thing. Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people: The refugee uncertain at the door You make at home; deftly you steady The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.
And never on time. A wrench in clocks and the solar system. Only With words and people and love you move at ease; In traffic of wit expertly maneuver And keep us, all devotion, at your knees. Be with me, darling, early and late. Smash glasses— I will study wry music for your sake.
For should your hands drop white and empty All the toys of the world would break. These are some of the most beautiful poems I have read. All of these are beautifully written and some are so good that those have inspired me to improve my poetry skills. I would also like to know if you have a list of best poems for valentine? And thanks again for sharing these wonderful poems.
Love is one of my best poems, I love this poem because it is well stated and romantic indeed, it has driven me high.
The expression of love gives the soul wings and a never-ending span of Light…. Are you in the mood for love? You may wish to read about the greatest loves in history. Or for the more cynical, we have Celebrity breakups we cheered fo r. Take a second to support Toptenz. October 9, 0.
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September 15, 1. May 28, 4. Anne Iredale on May 8, 5: Thanks Trueblleu I'm not familiar with Pablo Neruda. Daniel on May 8, 7: Angie on May 8, 7: Terry Bigham on May 8, 9: Here's a love poem by Herman Melville! The Lover and the Syringa Bush Like a lit-up Christmas tree, Like a grotto pranked with spars, Like white coral in green sea, Like night's sky of endless stars, To me, like these, you show, Syringa, What heightening power has love, believe, While here at Eden's gate I linger, Love's tryst to keep with truant Eve.
By the way, Syringa is the scientific name for the lilac. TopTenz Master on May 8, Anne Iredale on May 9, 3: Thank you Angie for the ee cummings. I read the poem and liked it — very unusual style. Shannon on May 16, 1: One of my personal favorites is Song: To Celia by Ben Jonson. Drink to me, only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine: But might I of Jove's nectar sup I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be But thou thereon didst only breath And sent'st it back to me: Since, when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee.
Anne Iredale on May 17, 9: Lamar Cole on May 18, Only Love Love can sometimes be fresh. Love can sometimes be new. Love can sometimes make you happy. And sometimes make you blue.
The Greatest Love Poetry of All Time
Love is the light that radiates from your eyes. Love is your image floating in the skies. And darling, the only love for me is you. Our Love As long as there is love, I will cherish you. As long as there is life, I will love you. As long as the stars shine above, I will want you. As long as there are waves in the ocean, I will need you. As long as there is heaven above, there will always be our love. In the night our two hearts dance. Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: When I die I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me one more time to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.
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. On October 7, , I recited my version of this poem at the moment that my first granddaughter was born, as I fell in love with that small pink bundle. I have referred to this poem on every Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;. How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
This poem touched my heart in ways that I didn't even know was possible. I never thought I would be able to understand my own heart as well as I do now. This poem completely captures the way