Romance Poems | Most Beautiful Love Poems Ever Written


    When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be Poem by John Keats

    When I have fears that I may cease to be
    Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
    Before high-piled books, in charactery,
    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.



    Romance Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

    Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
    With drowsy head and folded wing,
    Among the green leaves as they shake
    Far down within some shadowy lake,
    To me a painted paroquet
    Hath been- a most familiar bird-
    Taught me my alphabet to say-
    To lisp my very earliest word
    While in the wild wood I did lie,
    A child- with a most knowing eye.

    Of late, eternal Condor years
    So shake the very Heaven on high
    With tumult as they thunder by,
    I have no time for idle cares
    Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
    And when an hour with calmer wings
    Its down upon my spirit flings-
    That little time with lyre and rhyme
    To while away- forbidden things!
    My heart would feel to be a crime
    Unless it trembled with the strings.



    Beautiful! Poem by Sylvia Chidi

    Honesty is beautiful
    Kindness is beautiful
    Intelligence is beautiful
    Talent is beautiful

    Beautiful is a romance with such abundance
    Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth
    Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds
    Beautiful is a disguise
    Playing hide and seek inside and outside
    Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun
    Beautiful is delightful and truthful
    Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines
    And the taste of sweet colored red wine
    Beautiful was never ever created by mistake
    Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life’s cake
    When all or nothing is at stake

    I am beautiful
    You are beautiful
    We are beautiful

    Beautiful is great
    Beautiful is sweet
    Beautiful is love
    Beautiful is power

    Come to me Mr. & Mrs. Beautiful
    Let me into your little secret
    Of why you are so obedient and dutiful



    The New Moon Poem by Zora Bernice May Cross

    What have you got in your knapsack fair,
    White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
    Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free,
    Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea?
    Turquoise and beryl and rings of gold,
    Clear moon, dear moon, ne’er to be sold?
    Roses and lilies, romance and love,
    Still moon, chill moon, swinging above?
    Slender your feet as a white birds throat,
    High moon, shy moon, drifting your boat
    Into the murk of the world awhile,
    Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile.
    Tender your eyes as a maiden’s kiss,
    Fine moon, wine moon, no one knows this,
    Under the spell of your witchery,
    Dream moon, cream moon, first he kissed me.



    A Hug Poem by Howard The Motivational Poet Simon

    Biology invigorated by Chemistry and empowered by Geography
    infuses us with a plethora of poignant sensations, embraced by
    thevelvet of tenderness and clasped in the arms of monogamy.
    My heart is made of metal and yours, my virtuous bride, of magnet.
    Evocative and provocative energy enmeshes our nostalgia.
    Conjugal ripples from the surface of our skin rush through our veins
    into our deepest depths until reciprocal osmosis becomes orgasmic.

    The wind is tired of its futile attempts to get between us.
    You are the gloves on my hands and the paint on my wall.
    Squeezing and teasing, huddling and cuddling, unifying and satisfying-
    tangled together in the tranquil tapestry of inseparability.
    I have captured the warmth of the sun and the romance of the moon,
    and gift wrappedthem with my own heart and tears just foryou.
    Drip drop, drip drop, until you are enveloped in the ocean of my love.




    From On Being Fired Again Poem by Erin Belieu

    I’ve known the pleasures of being
    fired at least eleven times—

    most notably by Larry who found my snood
    unsuitable, another time by Jack,
    whom I was sleeping with. Poor attitude,
    tardiness, a contagious lack
    of team spirit; I have been unmotivated

    squirting perfume onto little cards,
    while stocking salad bars, when stripping
    covers from romance novels, their heroines
    slaving on the chain gang of obsessive love—

    and always the same hard candy
    of shame dissolving in my throat;

    handing in my apron, returning the cash-
    register key. And yet, how fine it feels,
    the perversity of freedom which never signs
    a rent check or explains anything to one’s family…



    4ever My Friend (C) 3-29-2007 Poem by Zahir Kijani

    4ever my friend you will always be
    And you’ll always be the number 1 girl to me
    I know we’ve known each other 4 so long
    And the friendship we’ve built has always been strong
    But days go by, me wishing that we didn’t have such a bond
    Cause all the love I feel for you keeps building on and on
    I don’t want you to think I’m sweating you, or I’m like a stalker
    I would tell you face to face but I’m really not much of a talker
    Maybe it’s because you actually count as someone I love
    Or just that your a tease sent from below or fallen from above
    I understand we don’t share the same feelings like the romance
    But how can I be judged if you’ve never given me any chance
    Everything I probably said may sound corny or cheesy
    But I really and truly love you, hopefully, you’ll believe me
    If not, I really don’t care my feelings will never bend
    But I’ll know everyday of my life you’ll be 4ever my friend



    Something Theatrical Poem by Ernestine Northover

    Come to the theatre, discern the actions, there on the stage,
    With actors giving you their all, your interest to engage,
    The light, scenery and music, the atmosphere is great,
    There’s drama, and there’s comedy, it’s a chance to celebrate.

    Such power in the performance, which can always mesmerize,
    The colour and the spectacle that unfolds before your eyes,
    The musical and the pantomime, are all such fun to see,
    The songs are awe inspiring, ‘Cinderella’ is for me.
    A story of love and romance, with a happy ending too,
    Also ‘Aladdin and his Magic Lamp’, with a genie spot on cue.

    From Shakespeare, to playwrights new, they’re there to entertain,
    So venture to the theatre, your trip won’t be in vain,
    The costumes are fantastic, the settings are just right,
    I know you won’t regret it, so go and have a super night.



    Do Not Ask, My Love….. Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

    Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:
    You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,
    Grief for me was you; the world’s grief was far.
    Spring was ever renewed in your face:
    Beyond your eyes, what could the world hold?
    Had I won you, Fate’s head would hang, defeated.
    Yet all this was not so, I merely wished it so.
    The world knows sorrows other than those of love,
    Pleasures beyond those of romance:
    The dread dark spell of countless centuries
    Woven with silk and satin and gold braocade,
    Bodies sold everywhere, in streets and markets,
    Besmeared with dirt, bathed in blood,
    Crawling from infested ovens,
    My gaze returns to these: what can I do?
    Your beauty still haunts me: what can I do?
    The world is burdened by sorrows beyond love,
    By pleasures beyond romance,
    Do not demand that love which can be no more.



    Gift Of Giving Poem by Lyn Paul

    Open your eyes
    Open your heart
    Give just a little
    You will get such alot
    Let the sunshine in
    Even when there is rain
    The warmth of your heart
    Will warm someone elses
    Two hands are better than one
    One opened heart
    Will welcome two warm hands
    Open your heart
    Love is not just romance
    Love is… loving who you are
    To love life
    To love to give
    Our journey in life
    Is to open those eyes
    Feel the beauty in your heart
    Give the gift
    The gift of giving