We all need love poems to dedicate to those we love. Not only on Valentine's Day, but in all the moments in which we want to express our love. Life needs love poems. The greatest poets of all times have always celebrated this magical feeling. Love poems are a journey into human sensitivity.
For this reason we wanted to create a collection of prizes that we will periodically enrich to donate and share the most beautiful thing that life can give: love.
In the vast universe of emotions, love manifests itself in many facets, nuances that unfold through words and find expression in poetry. In this fascinating journey through the folds of the most universal feeling, we immerse ourselves in the poetic creations of women with sensitive hearts and deep minds. This article is an ode to love in all its forms, narrated through the unique and touching perspectives of our talented poets.
An invitation to explore poems that transcend a specific date, because love, vibrant and eternal, deserves to be celebrated every day. A poetic portrait that transcends convention, leading us through a literary journey filled with passion, delicacy and authenticity.
Accompany us on this journey, where each verse is a fragment of heart, donated by women who have grasped the indefinable beauty of love and have had the talent to know how to tell it.
Fascinating, painful, romantic, tormented: love is that feeling capable of arousing a myriad of emotions in the human soul , without anyone ever remaining indifferent. A true love overwhelms, makes one grow and reflect . All this has never escaped the great poets of the past nor those of the present. Its effects have been described over the centuries, in different but at the same time similar ways: love has always been that unstoppable force to which every man must surrender.
Below, we offer you love poems, timeless verses to dedicate to your loved one.
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, a topaz, or an arrow of carnations that propagate fire;
I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you like the plant that does not bloom and carries within itself, hidden, the light of those flowers;
Thanks to your love the concentrated aroma that rose from the earth lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where;
I love you directly without problems or pride;
I love you like this because I don't know how to love otherwise.
That like this, in this way where I am not and you are not;
So close that your hand on my chest is mine;
So close that your eyes close with my sleep.
The couple who love each other kiss standing against the doors of the night and the passers-by who pass by point at them;
But the couple who love each other are not there for anyone and it is only their shadow That trembles in the dark;
The couple who love each other are not there for anyone;
They are elsewhere far away from the night, far higher than the sun, in the dazzling splendor of their first love.
Love is a mystery.
Why do we fall in love?
It is a great fury that calms us of all our torments.
It is a great pain that heals us from all wars.
The lover is a strange warrior who smiles and loves others.
The lover makes all the roses in the world bloom, but others trample them in a sudden impulse of burning jealousy.
Love, my love, is a graceful poem written on the Moon.
Love is drawn on all the leaves of the trees.
Love is engraved on the feathers of sparrows, on the drops of rain.
When I love I feel I am the king of time, I own the earth and all that it contains and I ride in the sun on my horse.
When I love I transform myself into a fluid light that no eye sees and the verses in my notebooks transform into fields of mimosa and poppy.
When I love water gushes from my hands, grass grows on my tongue.
When I love, I am time out of time.
When I love a woman, all the trees run barefoot towards me.
I carry your heart with me.
I carry it in mine.
I never part with it.
Where I go, you come too, my beloved, whatever I do, you do too, my dear.
I do not fear fate because my fate is you, my sweet.
I do not want the world, because mine, the most beautiful, the most true is you.
This is our deep secret, root of all roots, shoot of all shoots and heaven of heavens of a tree called life, which grows higher than the soul hopes, and the mind hides.
This is the wonder that separates the stars.
I carry your heart with me, I carry it in mine.
Three matches lit one by one in the night.
The first to see your whole face.
The second to see your eyes.
The last to see your lips.
And all the darkness to remind me of these things.
While I hold you in my arms.
To love is this shy silence beside you, without you knowing it, and to remember your voice when you go and to feel the warmth of your greeting.
To love is to wait for you as if you were part of the sunset, neither before nor after, to remain alone between games and stories on the parched earth.
To love is to feel, when you are not there, your perfume in the air I breathe, and to contemplate the star in which you hide when I close the door of the night.
In the silence of the night, I have chosen you.
In the splendor of the firmament, I have chosen you.
In the enchantment of the dawn, I have chosen you.
In the most tormenting storms, I have chosen you.
In the most arid heat, I have chosen you.
In good times and bad, I have chosen you.
In joy and in sorrow, I have chosen you.
In the heart of my heart, I have chosen you.
I love in you the adventure of the ship that goes towards the pole.
I love in you the audacity of the players of the great discoveries.
I love in you the distant things.
I love in you the impossible.
I love in you the eyes as in a forest full of sun.
I love in you the impossible but not the desperation.
You deserve a love that wants you disheveled, with everything and the reasons that make you get up in a hurry, with everything and the demons that don't let you sleep.
You deserve a love that makes you feel safe, able to eat the world when it walks beside you, that feels that your hugs are perfect for its skin.
You deserve a love that wants to dance with you, that finds paradise every time it looks into your eyes, that never gets bored of reading your expressions.
You deserve a love that listens to you when you sing, that supports you when you make a fool of yourself, that respects your free being, that accompanies you in your flight, that isn't afraid of falling.
You deserve a love that sweeps away your lies, that brings you illusion, coffee and poetry.
