Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Can you all help me find some great love poems?

I am trying to put together a folder of great love poetry for a birthday present for the love of my life. I have included many I have wrote myself over the years, but wanted to break it up with some others, I have found some in the many books of poetry I own. So if you know of a really soppy poem that touches your hearts, please share it with me. Thank you.

Can you all help me find some great love poems?
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?


Thou art more lovely and more temperate.


Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,


And summer's lease hath all too short a date."





- William Shakespeare
Reply:UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES.


by Robert Herrick








WHENAS in silks my Julia goes,


Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows


That liquefaction of her clothes.





Next, when I cast mine eyes and see


That brave vibration each way free ;


O how that glittering taketh me !








Many popular songs are wonderful lyric poems: "Crazy on You" by Heart, "Call Me," by Blondie, "Do You Want to Touch" by Joan Jett, "Let's Get Physical," by Olivia Newton John,


"I Saw Her Standing There," by the Beatles, and then there are the jazz standards like "Fever" and "Let's Fall In Love" by


Cole Porter.


And one of my own:





The Holyday


Gawaine Caldwater Ross








Through the rays of holy light


I ambled in the forest green,


Filtering through the morning mist


The sound of distant water falling.


Deer leapt off across the ferns,


Cedar trees some ten feet thick


Lay across steep wet ravines.


I was treading on the sacred ground


Of Eartha and her swelling mounds:


Oh She was fully sexed that day.


In my mind I walked with Embla


The very first woman, born of an elm,


And I was Ask, the mighty ash


Thick and tall and proud and strong.


We stepped across the Rainbow Bridge


And found a soft place in the grass


For rooting in the summer sun.


She was human, and yet more,


Someone to love, and to adore.


No open space beneath a dome


Of church or mosque or synagogue


Can ever claim to be as pure


As the mountain sky so high and blue


We inhaled as we drifted through


The heartscape of our lives entwining.

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