Poems are admittedly tricky to write if you’re not well-versed in poetry. They may have also made you want to fall asleep whenever poems were discussed in class. However, the beauty of poetry lies in how well they use metaphors and rhymes to make a simple message so much sweeter. Simply saying “I love you” may be romantic enough, but expounding it with the help of a well-written poem just drives the point home even better.
So the next time you feel like making your girlfriend feel all warm and fuzzy, pick out one of these poems to send to her. It might be sweeter if you write her a poem yourself, but there’s no shame in borrowing the words of some of the world’s greatest wordsmiths!
1. Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
And now faith, hope, and love abide, but the greatest of these is love.
– 1 Corinthians 13:4-8,13
2. If all my friends were stars, you’d be the sun;
If all the world were numbers, you’d be 1;
If all my heart was torn, you’d be my thread;
If all my loves were colours, you’d be red;
If all my world was dark, you’d be my light;
If all my day was full, you’d have my night;
If all is sorrow, you’d be my laughter;
Because you’re my happy ever after.
3. I said, “love you, dear”
As I thought of all the years
You’ve been for me here
You said, “love you more”
As we held each other near
Smiling through the tears
4. I’ve tried all night
To write the words
That describe how much
You mean to me
But the way I feel
Can’t be explained
With only words
5. When I’m with you the landscapes collapse;
the skylines falls:
my mind snaps.
All my dreams erupt in a vision
like a hallucination.
My face becomes overwhelmed by an uncontrollable smile
simply caused by your presence.
It was at that time I knew,
“I am in love with you.”
6. she was unique
in the best way, he thought
but far too oblivious
to the feelings he fought
7. You’re a star that illuminates my heart;
such a shame each star shines so far apart.
My life can be upsetting sometimes, I need you here –
A thousand miles separates us, but you’ll always be near.
8. I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to me.
– Pablo Neruda, La Reina
9. I came to the crowd seeking friends
I came to the crowd seeking love
I came to the crowd for understanding
I found you
I came to the crowd to weep
I came to the crowd to laugh
You dried my tears
You shared my happiness
I went from the crowd seeking you
I went from the crowd seeking me
I went from the crowd forever
You came, too
– Nikki Giovanni, You Came, Too
10. When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. We are pain
and what cures pain, both. We are
the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute, so we can cry out with loving.
You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.
– Rumi, When I Am With You
11. Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes–do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Falling Stars
12. The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,
This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
– Rumi, The Privileged Lovers
13. You and I
Have so much love,
Burns like a fire,
In which we bake a lump of clay
Molded into a figure of you
And a figure of me.
Then we take both of them,
And break them into pieces,
And mix the pieces with water,
And mold again a figure of you,
And a figure of me.
I am in your clay.
You are in my clay.
In life we share a single quilt.
In death we will share one bed.
– Kuan Tao-sheng (translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung), Married Love
14. She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
– Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
15. The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips
– John Boyle O’Reilly, A White Rose
16. I love you
Not only for who you are
But for what I am when I am with you.
I love you
Not only for what you have made of yourself
But for what you are making of me.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
I love you for putting your hand into my heart
And passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can’t help.
Dimly seeing there and drawing out, into the light all the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked quite far enough to find.
You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign.
– Roy Croft, I Love You
17. “L is for ‘laughter’ we had along the way.
O is for ‘optimism’ you gave me every day.
V is for ‘value’ of being my best friend.
E is for ‘eternity,’ a love that has no end.”
18. Dark brown eyes
Darker brown hair.
Soft, wavy, curls.
A sweet smile,
A loud laugh,
Bring out both.
A little messy,
But we’re ok,
We love each other,
Not in spite,
19. Kiss my lips until they are raw
Bite my neck until it’s sore
Give me delectation until
I scream for more
20. Whenever you take my hand
I suddenly believe in fate
But if we’re not here for a reason
Then fate is what we make
21. You twist my heart
Into such complex knots
And my every gaze at you
Is an “”I love you,”
Because how could I not?”
22. You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
23. Before I fell
in love with words,
with setting skies
and singing birds—
it was you I fell
in love with first.
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
24. I still search for you in crowds,
in empty fields and soaring clouds.
In city lights and passing cars,
on winding roads and wishing stars.
― Lang Leav, Lullabies
25. i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
– E. E. Cummings, I Carry Your Heart
26. I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
– Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
27. if I never see you again
I will always carry you
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
of what I am of
– Charles Bukowski, From a Letter to Katherine
28. 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.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnet 43
29. I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
-Christina Rosetti, I Loved You First: But Afterwards Your Love
30. I would love to say
weak in the knees
to be quite upfront
make my body
it has knees
– Tyler Knott Gregson, Love Language
These poems range from angst-filled to cheesy and borderline romantic. That makes this list the perfect go-to list whenever you feel like sweeping your girl off her feet. We hope you were able to find the perfect poem to recite to her in this list!