Anyone know any good love poems

Question

can anyone tell me some good love poems im thinking of placing it on my blog so please help thanks ~

Answer 1

I have some love poems idk how many

but idk can u help me with my Question

and your more than welcome to use some if you like and want to use them that is :P

Answer 2

Anne Hathaway - Carol Ann Duffy is fantastic although sad.

Answer 3

I know many.  Here are a few:

Classical

Philip Sydney: "Astrophel and Stella" (108 sonnets)

Elizabethan

Ben Jonson: "Song to Celia"

Romantic

Lord Byron: She Walks in Beauty, Like the Night"

John Keats: "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"

Modern

John Crowe Ransom: "Winter Remembered"

Winfield Townley Scott: "O Lyric Love"

Robert Creeley: "A Token"

Weird

Mina Loy: "Love Songs"

Answer 4

The links are some of excellent collection of love poems:-

http://www.lovepoemsworld.com/romantic-p...

http://www.bestlovepoems.net/classic_lov...

http://www.paralumun.com/poemslove.htm

http://100-poems.com/poems/love/1290004....

http://www.lovelandia.com/

http://www.poetry-online.org/love-poetry...

http://www.netpoets.com/poems/love/

Hpoe these will solve your purpose.

Answer 5

If You Forget Me

  

   I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda