Poetry Love Romance Quotes & Sayings

And like nectar inside the bud,
my blood drinks from your blood, beloved,
and starves to join the salvation in your eyes;
to be understood again and again, by your nakedness and certainty, a humbleness that trickles into the crevices of my seasoned mind. — V.S. Atbay

Dear Lover,
Your laughter is
warm rain, and you
are the rainbow. — Lori Jenessa Nelson

Godlike the man who
sits at her side, who
watches and catches
that laughter
which (softly) tears me
to tatters: nothing is
left of me, each time
I see her ... — Catullus

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours. — Lori Jenessa Nelson

Never miss a minute to Sexercise your mind! — Xia Devore

But poetry, romance, love, beauty? These are what we stay alive for! — N.H. Kleinbaum

Women like poetry. A soft word in their ears and they melt - a grease spot on the grass. — Mary Ann Shaffer

I heard your whispered fantasies so clear Softly told in my ear
I opened my eyes you weren't there
So real my dream, I was so aware
But we'll meet again so certainly
In our whispered fantasy — Astrid Brown

So what if the air
in Paris smells of romance?
My shirt smells of you. — Pooja Nansi

I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.'" I blink at him. "Neruda. I starred the passage. God," he moans. "Why didn't you open it? — Stephanie Perkins

And me, standing under the splintered night,
catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black,
hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.

Its voice cracks,
on your name.

My eyes close,
on your name. — Marlen Komar

what is a journey
without someone who wanders
if sometimes a pair
is made of two — Lori Jenessa Nelson

when i write of you, my dear
i am holding you
in the most
exquisite
ways. — Sanober Khan

Intoxicating perfumes, musky body scents mingle... blindfolding you, I orchestrate my symphony. — Avijeet Das

I ache not from need -
but from my heart's gluttony of you. — Muse

It's just me throwing myself at you,
romance as usual, us times us,
not lust but moxibustion,
a substance burning close
to the body as possible
without risk of immolation. — Alice Fulton

Love can be so hauntingly beautiful, waking up past selves that have been wandering aimlessly through the corridors of our soul, for far too long. When someone else can take us from the ghost-town of our inner-selves, to exciting new landscapes, it's worth the risk, just to feel reborn. — Jaeda DeWalt

I feel your words on my lips
and feel your mood in my hips — Maquita Donyel Irvin

I hate seeing poetry in everything I touch. I hate that I can no longer love you without turning you into a metaphor - that it can never be simple as looking at you and saying yes, yes, yes. — Shinji Moon

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace. — Faraaz Kazi

One day I will risk losing you forever. When I'll tell you for the first time that I love you. — Michael Jones

Brahma and Airavata
Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand ... — Muse

And then I met a woman,
now comes the funny part;
with eyes that petrified my brain
and sunk into my heart. — Hugh Antoine D'Arcy

When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! - then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. — John Keats

There is no hope for the hopeless but there is always some love for the loveless. — Santosh Kalwar

Sitting on couch, lying legs apart
Dark dirty naked. Smiling at me,
Wicked lazy lusty eyes. I moaned,
When saw movement inside his silent,
The thick forest of pubic hair. — Delicious David

The wind went mute and the trees in the forest stood still. It was time for the last tale. — Lawren Leo

Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.
Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight. — Faraaz Kazi

kisses... are
and always will be

the only language

that I will have
ever truly known. — Sanober Khan

The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas
where we would dive for pearls. My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he'd written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -
I hold him in the casket of my widow's head
as he held me upon that next best bed.

- Anne Hathaway — Carol Ann Duffy

Through the darkest hours of the night
and through the dreamers realm I seek,
Far beyond the starry sky
and beyond galaxies I am free.
Through the grimmest memories
and past a seasons air I cannot breathe,
Far beyond this mortal world
in an afterlife we shall meet. — Lee Argus

I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant. — Christina Strigas

I'm a poet and you are poetry — Dylan Anders Porter

I would like to stop wordplaying, and see you. — Waylon H. Lewis

Poetry, romance, beauty, and love have no book value, but life has no value without them. — Debasish Mridha

Distance,
the dissonance insurmountable,
would be not the end,
but a magnet.
When fingertips kiss,
they imprint and cement something,
that cannot be disintegrated.
Time becomes a phantom,
the wind becomes an anchor,
and old dreams- blankets of warmth.
Lull with me, Lady,
there is no greater escape.
Love and war, even when buttered on toast,
still makes for the breakfast of champions. — Dave Matthes

What is the world? What is it for?
It is an art. It is the best of all possible art, a finite picture of the infinite. Assess it like prose, like poetry, like architecture, sculpture, painting, dance, delta blues, opera, tragedy, comedy, romance, epic. Assess it like you would a Faberge egg, like a gunfight, like a musical, like a snowflake, like a death, a birth, a triumph, a love story, a tornado, a smile, a heartbreak, a sweater, a hunger pain, a desire, a fufillment, a desert, a waterfall, a song, a race, a frog, a play, a song, a marriage, a consummation, a thirst quenched.
Assess it like that. And when you're done, find an ant and have him assess the cathedrals of Europe. — N.D. Wilson

While the world has found the right names for all chronic mental diseases, I believe poetry is also a brain dysfunction, yet the only one that owns itself the mastery for the cure. Isn't it lovely to say, "He/She suffers of Poetry?". — Ioana-Cristina Casapu

Where will I find you now that my heart is yours?
Where should I search? I don't know where to look.
You fill my heart with desire and love,
The perfume of the lotus, the grace of a dove.
But then the dove flies far, far away,
All that is left is a song for my harp strings to play.
A voice in my memories like an angel of grace,
Where can I find you? Do you know how I pray?
Where will I find you now that my love belongs to you?
Wherever your heart beats, I'm dreaming of you.
Now and forever my love belongs to you ...
Now and forever my love belongs to you ... — Bjorn Street

Kiss
like
you
never
had
a past. — Brandon Villasenor

Love, is an unknown passion, for an unknown person, for an unknown reason. — Hamza Hassan Sheikh

I am a lover of love and I am a lover of words, and the two together spin visions of airy castles, but also may pierce the heart of hope. And so I remind you that I am a fool, a poet, and what matters is reality, not lovely words. Words are full of promise, yet empty of matter. — Waylon H. Lewis

My favorite place in the world is next to you. — Charlotte Eriksson

most of the times
it's the hardest
to say
what I love more

you

or

your memory. — Sanober Khan

For you, my love, I would endeavor to pluck the stars from the sky, only to shower them at your feet."
"How do you do that?'
"Do what?"
"Say things like that. That's beautiful."
"I've spent years studying poetry, Mrs. Emerson. It's in my DNA. — Sylvain Reynard

Through creativity, we are seamlessly connected and sustained as we pull
back the veil, revealing beneath our differences and distinctive characteristics,
human expression and the human experience are universal. It is the greatness
of this experience that connects us together by infinite invisible threads strewn
across the globe. This is my responsibility, passion and desire as an artist - my
soul purpose. — Brian Bowers

Do You Believe
... on this road of life
on this day
I take you
now husband and wife ... — Muse

You Know love when you see it, hear it, and feel it." ~ Amunhotep El Bey — Amunhotep El Bey

A Writer in Love.

I was just a word weaver
What did I know of love?

Only that
Some days when the words weren't enough,
I knew
I was in love. — Saiber

So while I drove my little and planned his fantasy night of how I was going to give Otter the key to my soul (his words, not mine), I silently panicked and wrote lines of bad poetry. Normally, I am quite adept at writing poems and lyrics to songs I'l never sing, but this stuff was just atrocious. For example:
I love you
You love me
Thank God for that
I'm so happy
And Ty's personal favorite (which he helped me on):
Otter! Otter! Otter!
Don't lead cows to slaughter
I love you and I know
I should've told you soon-a
But you didn't buy the dolphin-safe tuna!
TY asked me if I got the hidden message in his poem. I told him it was loud and clear. — T.J. Klune

Love is a game
of tic-tac-toe,
constantly waiting
for the next x or o. — Lang Leav

may
this poetry
be the home
you will someday
come back to. — Sanober Khan

Time is a watchful adversary, who waits enduringly for that merciless hour, hurrying to work the hands of separation. — Kelly Vang

If you can't focus then how do you expect to make your dreams come true? — The Prolific Penman

I would like to read your handwriting and I would like to notice the way your eyes curve, and your wide white smile, and your simple yet personal style, and I would like to ask you the same damn questions again and again so that you wonder aloud if I do not listen but, no, I assure you without reassuring you: I have always been forgetful and it does not mean that I do not care. — Waylon H. Lewis

He will one day meet his true love ... A fellow traveler on the road ... Her eyes will be his ocean ... In her ocean he will sail forever ... — Kem

Your poetry--it doesn't deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you. — Tessa Emily Hall

We had scar-tissue
romance and ours was
a relationship of saying
goodbye - every time
we fought, every time
we fucked, and every time
we called it quits, before
picking up our knives
again — Phil Volatile

Beloved,
my ears listen for you,
my lips thirst for you,
my eyes search for you,
and darkness brings light,
but light brings truth
to be fed by your sight.
And when the winds of Persia blew,
for a moment in time,
something awakened in my fertile mind;
an awareness boldly standing in
my view, that my heart has always,
and only, bled for you. — V.S. Atbay

Sex and love are what make the world go round. It's the heart of poetry and music. — Vonnie Davis

The summer in you
calms the winter in me. — Saiber

Life is about making mistakes. If you don't take chances, blindfolded and frightened as you are, you're not really living, are you? Heartache makes you stronger. Misery is the stuff of good poetry. You're denying yourself much more than the bad things in life by listening to Zita's fortunes. — Kimberly Karalius

I'm burning in despair
Love which you distanced from me
Return once again
I'll forgive you again
Return, Page 19 — Delicious David

All writers are manipulative liars.
Jack O. Savage, The Poet — Hunter S. Jones

The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below.

I look up at the sky and see everything I've ever lost,
waiting for me. — Marlen Komar

If you stand right at the edge of the night sky, some place where one o'clock leaves to meet two, the breeze will carry your words up to the stars. And they'll swallow your secrets until its time to hand them over to the truths in the sky- the ones that draw maps in the black.

They carve their answers into the backs of my hands, the grooves of the words running deep in my palms. — Marlen Komar

Then I stay beside you for as long as we have." He kept stroking my hair. Cats like to be petted. Cait Sidhe like to pet. "October, I meant it when I told you I was not leaving you. I will never leave you while both of us are living. You were not quite this human when I met you, and you were far less human when I finally allowed myself to love you. But the essential core of your being has remained the same no matter what the balance of your blood."
"How is it that you always know the exact right stupid romance novel thing to say?" I asked, leaning up to kiss him.
He smiled against my lips. When I pulled back, he said. "I was a student of Shakespeare before the romance novel was even dreamt. Be glad I do not leave you horrible poetry on your pillow, wrapped securely around the bodies of dead rats. — Seanan McGuire

stronger than mountains.
a place where my heart
feels the safest-
underneath his shirt. — Sanober Khan

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

he was walking poetry, a walking poem — Bemy Wells

Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer's block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I'm projecting here. — Nick Cave

Love in the heart tingles the stomach -
Kissing with butterfly wings on the lips -
Seen star for star, millions of stars. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

Chains
chains that hold me to the ground
chains that keep me solidly bound
chains that tether my heart to you
chains that only one truth ... — Muse

Don't be afraid of Pain. Pain only comes down to a certain point... beyond that, it can't reach you and the love you have inside. — Eeva Lancaster

Friends forever might have been a tired expression, but when he asked, it was like music or poetry. I knew it meant something. I knew it meant I need you in my life — Renee Carlino

Hands.
Cheeks.
Eyes.
Lips.
Neck.
Ears.
Thighs.
Heart.
Soul.

Ahh!
the things I get to
savor you with. — Sanober Khan

Be my sonata, my cantata, my love
sing me something sweet
but not too sweet
(or i may grow deaf to our harmony
as we decrescendo into silence) — Nenia Campbell

absence
looks like a lake bed flooded with sky
sounds like cotton howling
tastes like tear-stained pillows
smells like churning bile and burnt hair
feels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying — Beth Morey

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out. — Andrea Gibson

Anne Hathaway
The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas
where we would dive for pearls. My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he'd written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -
I hold him in the casket of my widow's head
as he held me upon that next best bed. — Carol Ann Duffy

The only thing that mattered to me, was the fact that I mattered to you. — Timothy Joshua

a billion brains may coax undeath
from fancied fact and spaceful time--
no heart can leap, no soul can breathe
but by the sizeless truth of a dream
whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea
For love are in you am in i are in we — E. E. Cummings

I was running on the earth,
Slashing primeval winds.
I was running in the world,
Riddled with darkness. — Keishi Ando

You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, "Be still." Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, "I love you. — Shannon L. Alder

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience ... would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love? — Aberjhani

Love- if not reciprocated, comes with an expiry date, no matter how strongly we beg to differ. — Manish Pathania

The whole party followed, with the exception of Scythrop, who threw himself into his arm-chair, crossed his left foot over his right knee, placed the hollow of his left hand on the interior ancle of his left leg, rested his right elbow on the elbow of the chair, placed the ball of his right thumb against his right temple, curved the forefinger along the upper part of his forehead, rested the point of the middle finger on the bridge of his nose, and the points of the two others on the lower part of the palm, fixed his eyes intently on the veins in the back of his left hand, and sat in this position like the immoveable Theseus, who, as is well known to many who have not been at college, and to some few who have, sedet, oeternumque sedebit. We hope the admirers of the minitiae in poetry and romance will appreciate this accurate description of a pensive attitude. — Thomas Love Peacock

I fell in love with you in a hurry, like you were going somewhere fast - which you did. You came and went like an earthquake, like some sort of eclipse. I've spent hours, days, months, years missing you. But then something strange happened, and now I can't remember why I ever loved you at all. You didn't deserve it. I should have loved me more. — Christina Hart

Love can be such a mysterious muse and seductress ... spinning her magical web of stardust and emotional euphoria.
True love sang her siren song and we wrapped that song around us like the sweetest melody. — Jaeda DeWalt

i immerse
myself
in you

like
i immerse myself
into a
beautiful story. — Sanober Khan

You are a full of beautiful madness, an unreasonable reason, but you make sense in all things senseless. — S.w.collins

Writing consist of everything. whether your writing is of riddles, rimes, prose, trivial, general, of thought, or of feeling. indiscretions you've done or have fantasized about. love, deception, romance, fear, death, life, pain, & yes even happiness. writing is of a specific purpose & states a meaning within what is written. — Michael Stuckey

One night they walked while the moon rose and poured a great burden of glory over the garden until it seemed fairyland with Amory and Eleanor, dim phantasmal shapes, expressing eternal beauty and curious elfin love moods. Then they turned out of the moonlight into the trellised darkness of a vine-hung pagoda, where there were scents so plaintive as to be nearly musical. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Shadow of Your Spirit

At night I see the shadow of your spirit
Mixing with my blood and soul
During the day I see your photos
They tell me come to me
Come to my world and romance
Even I don't know by myself
How I fell into your love
I cannot remove it from my heart
Your love stabled my soul — Kamaran Ihsan Salih

You are either in a state of perfection or a state of learning. Reading is one of the best ways to learn about our lives and purpose! — Cupideros

The most procession that ever comes to a man in this world is a women's heart. — Josiah G Holland AKA Timothy Titcomb

Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights. — Marlen Komar

Choose wisely
From those who start
A fire in your heart.

Some may burn you to shreds,
While you were looking for warmth. — Saiber

my love
for you
will always be
like a mountain stream.

quiet.
persistent.
continuous. — Sanober Khan

i have known you
since the beginning
of time

the one
i have loved always
in spirit.

only just discovered
in person. — Sanober Khan