11 Best Meaningful Love Poems for the Love of Your Life

11 Best Meaningful Love Poems for The Love of Your Life

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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You - Poem by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;

I go from loving to not loving you,

From waiting to not waiting for you

My heart moves from cold to fire.                                             


I love you only because it's you the one I love;

I hate you deeply, and hating you

Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.


Maybe January light will consume

My heart with its cruel

Ray, stealing my key to true calm.


In this part of the story I am the one who

Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.



Love After Love - Poem by Derek Walcott

The time will come

When, with elation

You will greet yourself arriving

At your own door, in your own mirror

And each will smile at the other's welcome,


And say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

To itself, to the stranger who has loved you


All your life, whom you ignored

For another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,


The photographs, the desperate notes,

Peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.



Love, What Is Love - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;

Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.

Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bare

To see love coming and see love depart.



Love, Love, Love, Love, Love Without A Doubt - Poem by David Taylor

How do you write a poem

about Love?

It cannot be caught

and is beyond words’

power of depiction.

It has no place to be,

all places are filled

with Love.

Without Love would

anything have any savour?


Love is what joins

Love is what flows

Love is what counts

Love is what grows

Love is what’s known.


Love is all around

Love is all about

Love is all we ask

Love is all we give

Love is all I have.


Love wants nothing

Love needs nothing

Love misses nothing

Love excludes nothing

Love is what this is all about.


Joining, flowing, counting,

growing, knowing

around, about

asking, giving, having

All is Love,

of that I have no doubt.



Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,

Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:

And love is fire. And when I say at need

I love thee . . . mark! . . . I love thee—in thy sight

I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

With conscience of the new rays that proceed

Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low

In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures

Who love God, God accepts while loving so.

And what I feel, across the inferior features

Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show

How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.



Baby Love, Maybe Love - Poem by Michael Shepherd

so there you are in

your pram or kiddikarria

nicely tucked up,

being talked to in that


that grown-ups grow down to


when that tingylingy, like

that stoopid thingy

dangling on your cot that

doesn't do anything else

goes hissdidahdidah

and she switches her attention instantly

from who's mommy's little treasure then,

sticks this silver thing to block her ear

and starts talking to thin air


it must be either the fairies

who don't seem to be very helpful -

'oh darling don't say you forgot I

asked you specially...'

or she's going doolally and

the adult world's not

what it's cracked up to be

I'll give her two minutes no more

or else



A Simile Like Love, A Metaphor Is Love - Poem by Allen Steble

(love is like)

Love is like a painting

filled with all colours and shades

love is like a bleeding heart

cut with many sharp blades

love is like a never ending story

that always begins with a kiss

love is like a space everlasting

that fills bitterness with bliss

love is like the circle of eternity

always there to take for free


(love is)

Love is an open clear pool

where no hate can dare swim

love is a captured sunset

where the warmth never grows dim

love is desire held in the eye

that spreads quickly to the heart

love is a black starry night sky

a metaphor of glorious art

love is a deep dark hole of mystery

always there to take free



If Love Were Like Water (Best Love Poems) - Poem by Charles Wiles

If love were like water

I'd build you a fountain,

And if love were like stone

I'd bring you a mountain.

If love were like air

I'd set whirlwinds free,

But as these are not love

I'll just give you me.



My Love, I Am Crying For Your Love...... - Poem by Ravi Sathasivam

You said to me that you will be there on that day

but when that day came then you were not there for me

So much love showered and so many promises were made

but nothing worked on my way because you had gone

My love, I am crying for you because my love turned blue


The heaven stolen you from me and left the memories only

Though your soul vanished in the sky but my love never dies for you

I tell those angels how much I love you and care for you

and ask them to make your soul always happy till I come to you

My love, I am crying for you because my love turned blue


Looking at your photos and wish you were here with me

Crying for your endless love which become the end of story

I will not see you again but your memories will stay for ever

Now my heart fighting against a raw pain for the lost of my love

My love, I am crying for you because my love turned blue



A Love Of Love Of Love ' - Poem by Ency Bearis

Well, honey it is January

And soon it will be February

I know what it reminds me

To remember you in Valentine's Day

And I know what is that day for

And I know what it is for

The love of love for all love

The love of love for sweetheart of

But we been sweetheart since then

My love for you ain't been forgotten

Though we have this strands of silver hair

Valentine's Day is nothing for me as I always care

And my love is always fresh like the morning

With our love still blending and refreshing

And refreshes my mind everyday

Not only on Valentine's Day



Love Was, Love Is, Love Will Be, Love Eternally - Poem by Peter Stavropoulos

Love was.....


When 'if' lay between you and I

And 'never' seemed forever

I fell to earth in surrender

And you became the centre of my eye


Love is.....


When I pass by you accidentally

I grab a sense of your smile

When between us is distance measured by the mile

I grab a sense of our love immeasurably


Love will be.....


When I can no longer see to see

When I can no longer hear to hear

I know you will be near

Simply just you and me


Love eternally.....


When God granted us our wish finally

He put in us a throbbing heart

When it stops from this earth we will depart

But our Love will live eternally



Book Of Suleika - Love For Love - Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

LOVE for love, and moments sweet,


Lips returning kiss for kiss,

Word for word, and eyes that meet;


Breath for breath, and bliss for bliss.

Thus at eve, and thus the morrow!


Yet thou feeblest, at my lay,

Ever some half-hidden sorrow;

Could I Joseph's graces borrow,


All thy beauty I'd repay!



! Love And Poetry; Poetry And Love - Poem by Michael Shepherd

and right now, I’m spending most of my time

on the two matters of which I seem to know the least –

love; and poetry.


maybe it’s good I feel like this; after all,

they’re two pretty big things in their way;

and if it’s frustrating that

I don’t seem to get anywhere,

or understand any more,

maybe that’s good too since

it keeps me at it

and out of harm’s way

as they say


let’s take poetry first – that’s

relatively straightforward:

one day I love the freedom

of the current situation – there’s no rules

except, the lines are short –

but even that, you can break

with ‘prose poems’ (and leave it

to others to say when 'prose poems'

become ‘poetic prose’ etc…) :

tell the unvarnished truth,

tell it like it is; offer all your heart



then next day I miss the music

of a poem that – with some difficulty –

rhymes and dances in its rhythms,

catches you in its woven spell,

reads as if it wrote itself,

sings its own fair song,

even though of course

the rhyme then makes you deviate

from the theme – but that can take you to

more interesting places in the mind —


so - point of this - I’m none the wiser

about what poetry is; though of course

maybe there’s some benefit I just don’t spot

by kinda mixing thisnthat..


so, when I’m not writing this stuff

that I call poetry, if I call it anything,

I’m addressing the question

of love; in the hope

that thinking about it might just be

of some use; influence action; and

make me more loving; or help me

write poetry about it, ha..

well don’t ask me, not just yet..


though, we all know what love is...

when it’s on our side?


one day, I feel good that I’ve spent the day

reading inspiring words, like,

the whole Creation is one single act

of love; that it brought the whole universe

into manifestation; sustains it; merges all things into love;

that love is knowledge; holds all forms

through law, by law; that law and love

are always together; that love’s

the natural state of ourself; that

every creature has pure love within its nature;

that thus, it’s our very nature

to love one another; love

our neighbour as ourself…

even, love ourselves...


then the next day, I can’t bear

to read any more of what’s written

about love; just spend the day in love

with everything and everyone;

being still a little, listening to music a little,

reading inspiring poetry a little,

going out or not going out,

being just myself a lot; seeing things around

inside the house and out

so vividly, it’s like being high

without the before and after, and

I wonder why it isn’t

always just like this..


then the next day again, I’m just too busy

to give thought to thinking about love,

or being loving to those bloody neighbours


then the doorbell rings – and

I greet whoever it is before

I even look at them, as if

they’re the one person out of all the world

I most wanted to see again right now – and


it’s someone to read the meter –'hallo!

what, again so soon? I’ve only just paid

the last bill, and anyway, it always comes

as ‘estimated’, and too high…'


too late – I’ve loved them totally

in that first moment; I'm like

someone else; I find myself

treating them like an honoured guest;

see them out with a friendly comment; feel good;

a sorta indifferent, unthought, unshaped happiness..


maybe there’s something to be discovered

in all this love thing,

whatever it is.. maybe

I’ll go try to write a poem about it,

see where it goes


  1. Thank you for selecting one of my poems – A Love Of Love Of Love – to be one of the 11 best romantic love ever written.I appreciate it.
    ~ Ency Bearis ~

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