“To my Dear and Loving husband”
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever[e]
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
-Robert Browning Hamilton
“It isn’t time that’s passing”
Remember the long ago when we lay together
In a pain of tenderness and counted
Our dreams: long summer afternoons
When the whistling-thrush released
A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;
Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,
Black rose in the long ago summer,
This was your song:
It isn’t time that’s passing by,
It is you and I.
when I wake up at 3 AM,
unable to sleep,
I will look next to me
and you will be there.
Sleeping peacefully beside me
the world won’t seem so lonely.”
Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
-Mary Elizabeth Frye.
I’ve been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an entire day
but if I wake
at 6:59 am
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
I will have done enough.
And killed no one
in the process.
You were you,
and I was I;
We were two,
Before our time.
I was yours,
Before I knew;
And you have always
Been mine too.
– Lang leav
He and I
When words run dry,
he does not try,
nor do I.
We are on par.
He just is,
I just am,
and we just are.
-Lang Leav, Love and Misadventure
I loved her
Not for the way
With my angels
But for the way
The sound of
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
When she transformed into a butterfly,
the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty,
but of her weirdness.
They wanted her to change back,
into what she always had been.
But she had wings.
I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.
in the end,
you’ve got to be
your own hero.
trying to save
There will come a time
when you’ll love
weight of their
smile & that’s when
you’ll start writing poetry
You deserve flowers on your doorstep
and coffee in the morning
you deserve notes left on your dashboard
and ice cream sundaes at 3am
you deserve honesty every day
and to be kissed every hour
you deserve to be reminded
how beautiful you are.
“The only thing
I know is that I
was a second,
I spun in
clocks and she swirled
in stars and
I did not
– Christopher Poindexter
“You say you love rain,
but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.”
~ Bob Marley
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, parks
And kiss you in every beautiful place,
So that you never go back to them,
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand
Why storms are named after people”.
I want to sleep with you.
I don’t mean have sex.
I mean sleep. Together.
Under my blankets. In my bed.
With my hand on your chest.
And your arm around me.
With the window cracked.
So it’s chilly and we have to cuddle closer.
Just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.
“Darling, one day you will die.
And the test you’re stressing about won’t matter,
how much money you have will mean nothing,
even the stupid tattoo you regret will just be
another thing that kept you from being
one hundred percent okay with yourself.
So live to please the mind: keep good thoughts,
look at the stars, and enjoy beautiful days.
Because, one day, you will die my love.”
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
-William Carlos Williams
How quickly jealous
of the wind
gets the privilege
– Tyler Knott Gregson
You don’t have a soul
You are the soul
You have a body
“You could tie my tongue
My lips, my teeth
Split them into surrender
Into a foreign language
And I would still manage
To cough up your name.”
– Danielle Shorr, “Let”
“Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.”
– Pablo Neruda, “Here I Love You”
“They don’t know I only speak in runaway train stations
and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform.
No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close
because it is never romantic to fuck the girl who
makes love to her own sadness every single night.”
– Katelin Wagner, “Disappearing Acts (after Miles Hodges)”
Our love is hitchhiking across the California desert
and no one is slowing down. Is a lie still a lie
if you say it pretty? You’re saying you don’t know
what you want and I’m picking pieces of glass
from your throat. Something is burning but I can’t
tell what it is. I’ve had a nightmare every night
since I was a kid and it always ends the same.
I can’t breathe and I can’t move and I am stuck
in this place without air in my lungs. This is all to say
I think I knew you before I knew my own name.
– Fortesa Latifi, “1-10″
“You cracked hourglass,
with sand spilling from behind your ribs:
you wasted my time.”
– Rudy Francisco, “Scars”
“I kiss temporary lips with permanence
Hoping that I can train them to stay
I love temporary people with permanence
Hoping that I can train them not to leave
And when they do
I claim to have seen it coming
I am incapable of forgetting
A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat
Of touch and moments
I know not to look directly into eyes
For they can be blinding
And I still
Do it anyway”
– Danielle Shorr, “I Will Regret This In The Morning”
“When a boy tells you he loves you for the first time
only to become silent like a folded sheet of tissue paper
not wanting you to decrease him into the truth,
do not crack your face into the fullest crescent moon at the tapered bottom of a blackened sky.
He never meant a single word of any of it.
He is just a boy,
Only a boy,
do you remember?”
– Edwin Bodney, “When a Boy Tells You He Loves You”
“I realized that the act of falling in love
is not so much a falling as a desperate, terrifying leap off the highest building around, the kind of jump that ends in not just a single casualty, but two.”
– Meggie Royer, “Not So Much Falling In Love As Leaping Into It”
“Only one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels.
She didn’t give me butterflies.
She gave me pterodactyls.
I’m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks,
which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs.”
– Watsky, “Nothing Like The First Time”
“He used to love me,
he’s just a stranger
who happens to know
all my secrets.”
– Clementine Von Radics, “It’s Just So Strange”
“Your voice is the only alarm that I’ll actually wake up to.
Your laugh is that one song they play way too much on the radio, but for some reason, I still love it.
Your smile is the only thing that makes me hate mornings a little less.
Your hands are my security, like knowing that even when I drive you nuts, you’re still gonna reach for me.
And my arm always falls asleep when you do because I just want to be able to hold you even in your dreams.”
– Sy Stokes & Ari Eastman, “Cuddle Poem”
“Because I could set a watch by the times I think about you.
You have become a benchmark in my life. The familiar thing I hope to catch in my rearview mirror when I am driving at night. You are still a mark in the distance I can use to find my way. When your ghost comes around he is still comforting, familiar, fleeting. When your memory finds me, you still feel like home.”
– Chrissy Stockton, “Aurora Borealis”