Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, and what better way to celebrate your soul mate, the love in your life, and your best friend than with a Valentine’s Day poem? Whether it’s a little something written in a Valentine’s Day card professing your feelings to your first love, or even better, a handmade card wishing them a happy Valentine’s Day, a short poem from a poet of yesteryear, or even original poems, is sure to go over splendidly this February 14th. To help you compose your love letter, below is a list of a variety of poems for him and her. Check out this list of the very best Valentine’s poems for him and her.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Shall I compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? (Sonnet 18)
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 dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; 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.
The Love Conquers All (Sonnet 29)
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press above me, glowing, spouting readiness, and mystery rapes my reason When you have withdrawn yourself and the magic, when only the smell of your love lingers between my breasts, then, only then, can I greedily consume your presence.
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others have the privacy of touching words and love of loss of love. For me Give me your hand.
Sir Thomas Wyatt
Alas Madam For Stealing Of A Kiss
Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss Have I so much your mind there offended? Have I then done so grievously amiss That by no means it may be amended? Then revenge you, and the next way is this: Another kiss shall have my life ended, For to my mouth the first my heart did suck; The next shall clean out of my breast it pluck.
Will You Be My Valentine
My days are filled with yearning; My nights are full of dreams. I’m always thinking of you; I’m in a trance, it seems. You’re all I ever wanted; I wish you could be mine; And so I have to ask you: Will you be my Valentine?
A Joy I Never Knew
Have I told you, Valentine, That I’m all wrapped up in you? My feelings for you bring to me A joy I never knew. You light up everything for me; In my heart you shine; Illuminating my whole life, My darling Valentine.
It’s All I Have To Bring Today
It’s all I have to bring today This, and my heart beside This, and my heart, and all the fields And all the meadows wide Be sure you count should I forget Some one the sum could tell This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell.
I Love You More Than Applesauce
I love you more than applesauce, than peaches and a plum, than chocolate hearts and cherry tarts and berry bubblegum. I love you more than lemonade and seven-layer cakes, than lollipops and candy drops and thick vanilla shakes. I love you more than marzipan, than marmalade on toast, Oh, I love pies of any size, but I love YOU the most!
To My Valentine
My sweetheart is lovely, a maiden so fair, No wonder my thoughts are ever with her. In work or in pleasure, in rain or in shine, There’s none in my heart but my Valentine.
A Hundred Hearts
A hundred hearts would be too few To carry all my love for you.
I sought for love but love ran away from me. I sought my soul but my soul I couldn’t see. Then I sought you and I found all three.