Love Poems Quotes

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Sanober  Khan
“your hand
touching mine.
this is how
galaxies
collide.”
Sanober Khan

Emily Dickinson
“Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.”
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

Maquita Donyel Irvin
“she was completely whole
and yet never fully complete”
Maquita Donyel Irvin, Stories of a Polished Pistil: Lace and Ruffles

Kamand Kojouri
“I was so blessed.
The first person
I gave my heart to
was an angel
who plucked the feathers
off his wings
and built a nest for it.”
Kamand Kojouri

فریدون مشیری
“روز اول، كه دل من به تمنای تو پر زد
چون كبوتر، لب بام تو نشستم
تو به من سنگ زدی، من نه رميدم، نه گسستم

باز گفتم كه : ” تو صيادی و من آهوی دشتم
تا به دام تو درافتم همه جا گشتم و گشتم
حذر از عشق ندانم، نتوانم

کوچه، پرواز با خورشید*”
فریدون مشیری, پرواز با خورشید

Kamand Kojouri
“I will speak of love
until you go mad
and join me
in my mad worship
of love.”
Kamand Kojouri

Faraaz Kazi
“The skies bend, the time stops, the lanes move and the fires dance,
It can mean only one thing that I am with you.
You are enigmatic yet so beautiful that I have lost my sense,
You are as immaculate as the unadulterated morning dew
And your beauty leaves me in a mystified trance.
I do not foresee what you and I will be
But I promise to be with you till the rocks keep meeting the sea.”
Faraaz Kazi

John Donne
“I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.”
John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose

Pablo Neruda
“Your house sounds like a train at midday,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .”
Pablo Neruda

“Love is wind for the soul”
D. Antoinette Foy

Kamand Kojouri
“I do not write about love
as if I have invented it.
I write about love
because thoughts of you
inspire self-forgetfulness.
And because writing about you
gives birth to a star.
These stars sit inside me
where there was once
darkness.”
Kamand Kojouri

Tatjana Ostojic
“Love gives value to the one who loves
and not to the loved one.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

Tatjana Ostojic
“I covet him.
His hot body over mine,
sweaty and smelling like grass
after the rain.
I want to live that moment of Eros
again and again and again.
Never having enough of him,
the masculine image of me,
a piece of art,
unique masterpiece of God,
that is calmly sleeping beside me.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

Tatjana Ostojic
“I wonder if Gaudi was collecting pieces
of broken tiles,
trying to mend his shattered heart,
his crushed soul,
his splintered being,
his overwhelming sorrow for the unrequited love.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

Tatjana Ostojic
“What is love but a word?
A feeling roughly concordant to fear?
A fantasy that breaks through
the heartbreak
and endows the defeated with bravery?”
Tatjana Ostojic, Baghdad Nights

Tatjana Ostojic
“It doesn’t really matter you aren’t here.
The raindrops are keeping you alive
through growing palm forests.
Wild, untamed and unconquered,
as your wandering heart.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Baghdad Nights

Tatjana Ostojic
“The world stops existing in your arms,
leaving me speechless…
In love with love.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

Tatjana Ostojic
“Love me.
As a mother who
had fed you on her breasts.
Like a lover who
teased you with them.
Like a friend on whose
chest you laid your
head and wept.
Love me.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

Tatjana Ostojic
“If only you were the one I loved first,
maybe I’d only suffer from not being able
to love you more.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

Tatjana Ostojic
“His eyes mimic mine.
Sublime beauty marks
of a man’s face.
Staring and penetrating.
Gentle and loving.
Salacious.
Immaculate.
Feeding my hope
and starving my anguish.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

Tatjana Ostojic
“Tens of voices announced
the time for the prayer.
In all the magnificence of the scenery,
“God is the Greatest” fits flawlessly,
and makes me close my eyes
and murmur my supplication.”
Tatjana Ostojic, Baghdad Nights

Kamand Kojouri
“I only wrote prose before I met you.
My musings were superfluous and serious as well.
But now the words dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.”
Kamand Kojouri

C.L. Foster
“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, Best Thing I Never Had

Jacqueline Simon Gunn
“You are the stars hidden by clouds. I know you’re there even when I can’t see you. Your shine peeks out and reaches me in the depths of my soul. Tell me your arms are long enough to reach me across oceans. Tell me someday we will be together, somehow, some way. Tell me that this love we have can survive being together as well as we’ve survived being apart. Tell me we are more than the chasm of our divide.”
Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Eric Overby
“Is our closeness all smoke and mirrors,
Just a figment in my mind?
Do you know what all your in for
With a love like mine?
I can show you what lies ahead
If we leave our lives behind”
Eric Overby, Senses

“Trick Candle

Torches feeding on the dark between the stars
a river of ice and fire converge in her chest
a kiss like a hot spring, a tongue of embers
breath of ash with sparking lips
words that crash like the tide and a judge’s hammer
a touch like a bed of poppies and spiderwebs
hips like the curve of an hourglass and sex
pure sex manifested in the flesh
a body to take a bullet for
I am drunk and drugged, dashed upon
the shore of her soul
a soul to set the angels and demons to war
I am stranded in no man’s land
in between her ribs
like a madman guardian
searching for her womb
seeking death or rebirth
those bittersweet twins
one a flicker
the other a trick candle
I crawl towards the light”
Connor Judson Garrett, Become The Fool

“Love leaves you empty and full at once
It leaves you burning and at peace
It leaves you satisfied and wanting more
It gives you light in darkness
an ember that never cools
a song of silence
a dream with eyes wide open
It flees when it is sought
It finds you when you aren’t looking
It is magic and it is real”
Connor Judson Garrett, Become The Fool

“Your feet
the steps you take
are all poetry for me...”
Avijeet Das

Kamand Kojouri
“Try as I might,
I can't write
you—it’s like
nailing sunlight
onto this white
page. I cannot,
for you are a dream
of yourself. You
who is my beginning
and my destination, even
my path is You.
This is Love.
But what is love? A silent
four-letter word,
when the music
of the entire language is You.
You see beyond me,
and into my possibilities.
But all my possibilities lead
to You.
For it was written that I
would love you,
that it'd be your destiny
to greet me. That You
would be my destiny,
and the rememberers
will utter my poems
only because
I loved
You.
Try as I might,
I can’t write
you—it’s like
nailing sunlight
onto this white
page. I cannot.
But reading this here
it is clear:
You are the poem
writing me.”
Kamand Kojouri

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