Love Poems Quotes

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

“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

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

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

“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

“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

“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

“Love is wind for the soul”
― D. Antoinette Foy

“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

“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

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

“Let my heart and mind

The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,

The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,

The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,

But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,

So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,

Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,

And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,

So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Let my heart and mind

The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,

The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,

The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,

But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,

So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,

Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,

And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but it certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,

So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Emotion

I can be a little shy
In time, you'll learn why
But right now, (I somehow)
≈ want to be
Clothed in your devotion

{trust me}
I'm never ~ this open

Feelings like this
Are Heaven sent gifts
And right now, (I'd somehow)
≈ cross the floor of the ocean
To taste your emotion

Excerpt from:
Jacob's Ascent, New Collected Poems by Mekael
© Mekael Shane 2024”
― Mekael Shane

“Lighthouses

Hot summer days
..... or - subtle breezes during
Cool summer nights
(An apricot sun)
..... or - a platinum moon, with its trailing veil of pale
Ecru hued moon dust, the color of eggshell

At night, we lay outside on blankets atop blades of grass
..... and - we love and we laugh
Only pausing to gaze at the stars
(Towards which, we raise up our arms)
..... and - hold out our flicked lighters
As if they are, lighthouses

Excerpt from:
Jacob's Ascent, New Collected Poems by Mekael
© Mekael Shane 2024”
― Mekael Shane

“Memories While on Everest; Chapter 6

Something transcendental happened to me today, that caused an awakening in me
While taking a break while climbing, I saw a huge cumulonimbus cloud
Move down over Mount Everest’s Knife’s Edge ridge
A cloud so empyreal, so illuminating and brilliant, it was revelatory
Mystically, it gave me a higher understanding. It gave me a sort of, sacred knowledge
Knowledge about things that’d been bouncing ‘round inside my mind and heart
Things that relate to those whom we love and share our lives with
And things that relate to that which we dedicate our gifts to
Things that endlessly idles and ruminates inside me
Things of utmost importance to me, such as life, Love and Poetry

What that cloud made me see keenly, with acuity and celerity, is that
Love is the seeking of a way of life. A way that cannot be sought alone
Poetry is the residence of all spiritual and physical things
Love is the acceptance of the things we find whilst we seek
Poetry is the marriage of both love and art
Love is the giving of life. It’s not charity, which is the giving of things
Poetry is the giving of self. It’s the taking and giving of all things beautiful
When combined, love and poetry collude to turn on the lights of our inner folds
Which then heightens our collective empathy and humanity
And informs our inner awareness, that we are always in the presence of Source”
― Mekael Shane

“She

You are "she"
She who clothes herself
In light
And wears it
As if it's élan vital

You are "she"
She who wakes the Angels
'Causing them to spread their wings
So they'll rise up from the radiant abyss
In order to touch the vaulted firmament

You are "she"
She whose heart in me
Causes me
To believe what I feel
But, cannot see

You are "she"
She, the myth alive
The she who
Feels me with love
And fills me with love

Excerpt from:
Jacob's Ascent, New Collected Poems by Mekael
© Mekael Shane 2024”
― Mekael Shane

“How to Prove my love”

In the shadows of night, my heart does confide,
Tell me, oh tell me, how to prove my love's guide.

In this world of doubts, how do I find my way?
Show me a path, where my love can truly sway.

The stars above witness my love's pure decree,
But how do I prove it, if no one believes me?

Guide me, oh guide me, in this love's lonely chase,
How do I prove my love in this endless race?

My heart's true desire, a love that won't cease,
But how do I prove it, and find my heart's peace?

So tell me, dear soul, the way to love's release,
How do I prove my love, and let my heart find peace?”
― Janid Kashmiri

“But I don't forget, and I don't forgive,
Never.
When you said goodbye for the first time, I was gone Forever!”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“Then you enter at exact 12:45,
Who are you and what's with this vibe?

I stuck stood for a moment in infinity
Amid a sudden stroke of serendipity.”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“Sure I can have you
right now and right here,
But at the expense of losing
what I had for years...”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“The Mad People

In the electronic age every nutcase
with a laptop is writing a masterpiece.
They spend their nights locked up in chat rooms
and emerge with red eyes and love poems.”
― Immanuel Mifsud, Confidential Reports