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Five Poems About Love for St. Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day and Love Poems go together
This is a collation of love poetry for St Valentine's Day, and for the other 364 days which are not St Valentine's Day.
Some of them you will probably know well and may have read or even learned at school. Others are not so well known. The poetry spreads over nearly 500 years, from Shakespeare to Caroline Duffy, the current English Poet Laureate. Old favorites and novelties, running a gamut of emotions.
How lucky we are to have such a rich culture of poetry in the English language.
William Shakespeare: Sonnet 116
Shakespeare's Poetry didn't always give much away in the title!
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:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shbaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose Worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
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.
Poetry By the Great and Good
So on this web page you
won't be seeing any of
the poems I have written.
But if you want to see what I write,
I have listed them lower down this page
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways - Sonnet 43 - 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 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.
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Greater Love - by Wilfred Owen
(Love pales into insignificance next to war - this is about love without being a love poem)
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care;
Till the fierce Love they bear
Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings not so soft, --
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft, --
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.
Heart, you were never hot,
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.
by Wilfred Owen
Beguiling by Roger McGough
A modern English Performance Poet whose quirky work I very much enjoy
She is so beguiling
That when she beckons
I can run a mile
In twenty seconds
By Roger McGough
Valentine - by Carol Ann Duffy
The Current English Poet Laureate
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
By Carol Ann Duffy
Have you Ever Written Any Poetry?
Take the Poll Below About Writing Poetry:
You can express your deepest feelings in poetry.Or you can be very stilted and self-conscious. Some poetry rhymes, some of it has meter.And some poetry seems to be just words strung together, like magnets with words which are moved around on a fridge door
Have you ever written a poem about love? I won't say a love poem, because that's something different!
Poetry on YouTube: Shakespeare's Love poetry - Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day - read by Jose Fernandez -Video
How do I Love Thee?
A romantic flower: Love-Lies-Bleeding
Also known as Bleeding Heart
Here is my photograph of Love-Lies-Bleeding, Forget-me-Nots and purple polyanthus, which I took in late spring.
I love having plants like this in my garden.
And the marvellous thing is that they all grow in the shade, and I can look out of my back window and see them.