Love Poems Quotes

“your hand
touching mine.
this is how
galaxies
collide.”
― Sanober Khan

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Collected Poems

“In this story
I am the poet
You're the poetry.”
― Arzum Uzun

“Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“she was completely whole
and yet never fully complete”
― Maquita Donyel Irvin, Stories of a Polished Pistil: Lace and Ruffles

“I will speak of love
until you go mad
and join me
in my mad worship
of love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I was so blessed.
The first person
I gave my heart to
was an angel
who plucked the feathers
off his wings
and built a nest for it.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“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

“My love,
you are driving the entire world mad.
The nightingales are committing suicide
one by one out of jealousy of your voice.
The roses took one glance at your beauty
and folded themselves from shame.
The trees now only whisper your name
and the sky hasn’t stopped crying since you looked up.
Have pity on us, my love.
We have already broken all the mirrors and glass
out of fear that you will forget us
and fall in love with yourself
once you see what we all
cannot stop seeing.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest,
Her heart is fit for home-
I- a Sparrow- build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.”
― Emily Dickinson, Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

“Only inside can you do something about it, but outside, it’s impossible.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

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

“The skies bend, the time stops, the lanes move and the fires dance,
It can mean only one thing that I am with you.
You are enigmatic yet so beautiful that I have lost my sense,
You are as immaculate as the unadulterated morning dew
And your beauty leaves me in a mystified trance.
I do not foresee what you and I will be
But I promise to be with you till the rocks keep meeting the sea.”
― Faraaz Kazi

“روز اول، كه دل من به تمنای تو پر زد
چون كبوتر، لب بام تو نشستم
تو به من سنگ زدی، من نه رميدم، نه گسستم

باز گفتم كه : ” تو صيادی و من آهوی دشتم
تا به دام تو درافتم همه جا گشتم و گشتم
حذر از عشق ندانم، نتوانم

کوچه، پرواز با خورشید*”
― فریدون مشیری, پرواز با خورشید

“Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
These trees are yours because you once looked at them.
These streets are yours because you once traversed them.
These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you.
They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume.
You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you.
You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair.
The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak.
Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours.
He sits with us in darkness now
to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“What a terrifyingly beautiful thought that you are the beginning of forever.
I love you, and life for me has just begun.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Your house sounds like a train at midday,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .”
― Pablo Neruda

“I only wrote prose before I met you.
My musings were superfluous and serious as well.
But now the words dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I wanted to write some words you'd remember.

Words so alert they'd leap from the paper,
crawl up your shoulder, lie by your ears,
and purr themselves to you like baby kittens,
but it was rainy, so I laid there and daydreamed about you.”
― C.L. Foster, Best Thing I Never Had

“I wake reaching for you,
fingers curling around nothing,
closing on air thick with absence.
You are not here, but my body does not believe it.
It still flinches at the shape of you,
at the memory of weight no longer there.
Somewhere beneath my skin,
you still exist.”
― Mason Carter, Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind

“You were a language I learned by ear,
syllables pressed into the curve of my neck,
intonations traced along my spine.
But love, I have forgotten how to conjugate us—
the past imperfect, the future conditional,
sentences unraveling into tenses
that no longer hold.”
― Mason Carter, Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind

“Back to the dark, my cursed throne,
I bear her forth, I stand alone.
Her breath is shallow, soft and dim,
Her pulse a song—a fleeting hymn.”
― Mason Carter, Gothic Poems to Love & Liberty: A Collection of Poems on Myths & Broken Hearts

“It should weigh nothing.
Just wood and air,
a shape meant for sitting,
a space meant for filling.
But somehow, it carries more than I do.
This chair—
your chair—
still leans slightly to the left,
still remembers the way you sat,
one leg tucked under,
hands resting lightly on the arms,
as if you were always about to leave
but never quite did.”
― Mason Carter, Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind

“You can't fully love, without a little violence”
― Richard Rizo, Random Acts of Love and Violence: A Journey Through Love, Heartbreak, and the Unknown

“You are allowed to heal,
at your very own speed.
As many times as you must,
in every way you need.”
― B. Elae

“When I saw you, I knew our hearts drunk from the same glass of fire, Your kiss set fire in the coldest corners of my heart.”
― Elie N. Azar, Scribbles of the mind

“It's between her ears
and not between her thighs
where her sensuality lives.
Touch her there.”
― Onur Taşkıran

“You were my beloved lacrimarium,
my purgatoryx, a red light candle night;
a wide lost room in our love's dimension.

You were the sunlight reflected
upon the moon's eyes, the zephyr of dawn
that fell down so conscious.

You were my broken unguentarium,
a paradox, my funerary and my resurrection.

You were the sword and the wound;
I was the pain and its sorrow.

You were my beloved lacrimarium;
once a funereal monody -
now my heart's unguentarium
and this eternal melody.”
― Becky M.R.

“They say opposites attract, but I disagree.
I have worked too hard on myself to attract anything that is not aligned with who I am.
I put God first, always.
My family is my foundation.
My businesses are where my creativity and intelligence shine.
My order is simple and unwavering: God, Family, Business.
I am happy with myself and with my life.
I am at peace with who I am and who I am becoming.
I am highly ambitious, and I get things done the right way.
I do my best to make the path easier for others than it was for me.
I have a heart, and I choose to use it.
I refuse to attract my opposite because I have worked on myself.
I respect myself too much to accept anything less.
And by grace, I attracted you.
Because you are aligned with me.
You are like me.”
― Marion Bekoe