What is a good love poems?

I'm including a good love poem by e.e. cummings. In my opinion, he is an exceptional poet. There are also other wonderful love poems by him. I would suggest you do a search for more poems by him. Here is one example:

i carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

One of my favorite love poems is Shakespeare's 18th sonnet.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


Essentially, he immortalizes his lover in his poem.

The best love poem you can ever give someone is the one you write yourself. It tells the other person exactly how you feel towards (him/her). He/She will know it came from you and directly from your heart and will love you more for you wonderful words, feelings and emotions.

Love me in the Springtime, when all is green and new,
Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue,
Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown,
Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down.

Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad,
Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad,
Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain,
Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain.

Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun,
Love me always darlin', after all is said and done,
Love me always darlin', until all our life is through,
Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you!

- Amanda Nicole Martinez -

Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved. of courseeeee

Never say I love you,If you really never cared,Never talk about feelings if they aren't really there , Never hold my hand if your gonna break my heart ,Never say your going to if you never paln to start ,Never look into my eyes if all do is lie ,Never say hi if you really mean good bye if you really mean forever then say you will try 'Never say forever cause forever makes me cry.

My favourite love poem is 'Bright Star' by John Keats.
I love the opening lines where he wishes he could be as steadfast as a star and live forever. He wishes to live forever and to be as eternal as the bright star in the sky. His inspiration for the sonnet was his love Fanny. What adds to the sadness of this is the fact that Keats died tragically young of TB aged only 25. Almost ten years after studying this poem in school and it has stayed with me. It is so beautiful. I think a movie about his life is being released soon with the same title 'Bright Star'

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
- John Keats