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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 411. | After Making Love We Hear Footsteps by Galway Kinnell | | For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
into ... |
| 412. | The Glove and The Lions by James Henry Leigh Hunt | | King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches, a... |
| 413. | Love in Twilight by Stephen Vincent Benet | | There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips
Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom
Like the carven prows of pro... |
| 414. | The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Benet | | Eternally the choking steam goes up
From the black pools of seething oil. . . .
How merry
Those little devils are! They've stolen the pitchfork ... |
| 415. | Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom by Louise Bogan | | Men loved wholly beyond wisdom
Have the staff without the banner.
Like a fire in a dry thicket
Rising within women's eyes
Is the love men must ret... |
| 416. | Sorrowing Love by Katherine Mansfield | | And again the flowers are come,
And the light shakes,
And no tiny voice is dumb,
And a bud breaks
On the humble bush and the proud restless tree.
... |
| 417. | Love's Strategems by Donald Justice | | But these maneuverings to avoid
The touching of hands,
These shifts to keep the eyes employed
On objects more or less neutral
(As honor, for time ... |
| 418. | A Map Of Love by Donald Justice | | Your face more than others' faces
Maps the half-remembered places
I have come to I while I slept—
Continents a dream had kept
Secret from all wa... |
| 419. | "I loved you..." by Alexander Pushkin | | I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you a... |
| 420. | My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His by Sir Philip Sidney | | My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a ... |
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