Poems on the topic: love

Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.

DreamyGeorge Eliot

Roses

You love the roses - so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be pink and white And soft to tread on. They would fall as light As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
RomanticEmily Dickinson

Spring comes on the World --

Spring comes on the World -- I sight the Aprils -- Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative, Touched to Conditions By a Hum.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

For largest Woman's Hearth I knew

For largest Woman's Hearth I knew -- 'Tis little I can do -- And yet the largest Woman's Heart Could hold an Arrow -- too -- And so, instructed by my own, I tenderer, turn Me to.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

One Sister have I in our house

One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to me. One came the road that I came -- And wore my last year's gown -- The other, as a bird her nest, Builded our hearts among. She did not sing as we did -- It was a different tune -- Herself to her a music As Bumble bee of June. Today is far from Childhood -- But up and down the hills I held her hand the tighter -- Which shortened all the miles --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Love -- is that later Thing than Death --

Love -- is that later Thing than Death -- More previous -- than Life -- Confirms it at its entrance -- And Usurps it -- of itself -- Tastes Death -- the first -- to hand the sting The Second -- to its friend -- Disarms the little interval -- Deposits Him with God -- Then hovers -- an inferior Guard -- Lest this Beloved Charge Need -- once in an Eternity -- A smaller than the Large --
RomanticEmily Dickinson

Going to Him! Happy letter!

Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I only said the Syntax -- And left the Verb and the pronoun out -- Tell Him just how the fingers hurried -- Then -- how they waded -- slow -- slow -- And then you wished you had eyes in your pages -- So you could see what moved them so -- Tell Him -- it wasn't a Practised Writer -- You guessed -- from the way the sentence toiled -- You could hear the Bodice tug, behind you -- As if it held but the might of a child -- You almost pitied it -- you -- it worked so -- Tell Him -- no -- you may quibble there -- For it would split His Heart, to know it --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Water, is taught by thirst.

Water, is taught by thirst. Land -- by the Oceans passed. Transport -- by throe -- Peace -- by its battles told -- Love, by Memorial Mold -- Birds, by the Snow.
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

If I could bribe them by a Rose

If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or storm -- Or frost, or death, or anyone -- My business were so dear! If they would linger for a Bird My Tambourin were soonest heard Among the April Woods! Unwearied, all the summer long, Only to break in wilder song When Winter shook the boughs! What if they hear me! Who shall say That such an importunity May not at last avail?
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

'Twas a long Parting -- but the time

'Twas a long Parting -- but the time For Interview -- had Come -- Before the Judgment Seat of God -- The last -- and second time These Fleshless Lovers met -- A Heaven in a Gaze -- A Heaven of Heavens -- the Privilege Of one another's Eyes -- No Lifetime -- on Them -- Appareled as the new Unborn -- except They had beheld -- Born infiniter -- now -- Was Bridal -- e'er like This? A Paradise -- the Host -- And Cherubim -- and Seraphim -- The unobtrusive Guest --
RomanticEmily Dickinson

I see thee better -- in the Dark --

I see thee better -- in the Dark -- I do not need a Light -- The Love of Thee -- a Prism be -- Excelling Violet -- I see thee better for the Years That hunch themselves between -- The Miner's Lamp -- sufficient be -- To nullify the Mine -- And in the Grave -- I see Thee best -- Its little Panels be Aglow -- All ruddy -- with the Light I held so high, for Thee -- What need of Day -- To Those whose Dark -- hath so -- surpassing Sun -- It deem it be -- Continually -- At the Meridian?
RomanticEmily Dickinson

By a flower -- By a letter

By a flower -- By a letter -- By a nimble love -- If I weld the Rivet faster -- Final fast -- above -- Never mind my breathless Anvil! Never mind Repose! Never mind the sooty faces Tugging at the Forge!
SadEmily Dickinson

I tend my flowers for thee

I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams -- Geraniums -- tint -- and spot -- Low Daisies -- dot -- My Cactus -- splits her Beard To show her throat -- Carnations -- tip their spice -- And Bees -- pick up -- A Hyacinth -- I hid -- Puts out a Ruffled Head -- And odors fall From flasks -- so small -- You marvel how they held -- Globe Roses -- break their satin glake --

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