Status Updates From Love Poems

"And if your stresses are sustained and daily,
get yourself to an empty room - be it hotel,
hoestel or hovel - find a lamp
and empty your paradise onto a desk:"

- Roger Robinson

"If this room has a ghost
It will be your laughter in the frank dark"

-Brendan Kennelly

"(...). but no stars blazed across the sky when he was bron
no wise men found his hovel. (...)"

- Edward Kamau Brathwaite

"Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,"

- William Shakespeare

"or that I would write you this letter
to tell you
that when it's cold in a hot country,
I think of you."

- Manuel Forcano

"We plant roses in the illuminated paths
and cultivate kisses on the trains arriving
from the happy cities;"

- Fatma Krouma

"The moon has set,
And the Pleiades. It is
Midnight. Time passes.
I sleep alone."

- Sappho

"Love's time's beggar, but even a single hour,
bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich."

- Carol Ann Duffy

"And the stars we see on moonless nights
are long extinguished. And, of course,

this very moment, as you read this line,
is literally gone before you know it."

- Michael Donaghy

"Come soon and often, the feeling that I love.
Come back and hold me through the night
when lips and flesh remember"

- Constantine Cavafy

"As our bloods seperate the clock resumes,
I hear the wind again as our hearts quieten.

[...]

The wind enters through the broken eyes
Of houses and through their wide mouths
And scatters the ashes from the hearth."

- David Constantine

"For the first time, I listen to a lost
and secret recording of us
making love near-on ten years ago.

I recognise your voice, your sounds,"

- Roddy Lumsden

"It was not s*x, but I could feel
The whole strength of your body set,
Or braced, to mine
And lokcing me to you"

- Thom Gunn

"these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips."

- Lucille Clifton

"this time
breath

held
between us

each time
familiar"

- Tom Leonard

"What is to be given,
Is spirit, yet animal,
Colored, like heaven,
Blue, yellow, beautiful."

- Delmore Schwartz

"[...] O you
were the best of all my days"

- Frank O'Hara

"We cling to a vine
at the cliff's edge."

- Eliza Griswold

"(...) I have to kiss deeper
and more slowly - your neck, your inner arm,
the neat creases under your toes, the shadow
behind your knee, the white angles of your groin -
unitl you fall quiet because only then
can I get the damned words to come into my mouth."

- Jo Shapcott

"We'm side-by-side on the grass,
me barefeet in the water,
bowing our heads, gentle
as osses at the water trough."

- Liz Berry

"What She Said
to her girl friend
when she returned from the hills"

- Kapilar

"This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;"

- John Donne

Well this poem (Lovesong - Ted Hughes) is just depressing and unnecessarily aggressive. No where does it resemble the love ascribed in its title or previous poems.

"I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again."

- Sylvia Plath

"The bed was so soft, and how we clung,
Burning together..."

- Petronius

"Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!"

-Emily Dickinson

"take for example the boy opposite
his body like a river which has not yet gathered"


-Andrew McMillan

To His Coy Mistress, by Andrew Marvell. I don't really like this poem myself, though the language is olde, the work refers too often to christianity and biblical subjects. I could not enjoy it enough to find a favourite part.