By Alexis De Veaux
I pray for us as evening glides over implore the gods pray for us pray for this breathing planet the...
Explore Poems: Weddings
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- By Hart CraneI Above the fresh ruffles of the surf Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived...
- By Phillip B. WilliamsA kiss. Train ride home from a late dinner, City Hall and document signing. Wasn't cold but we cuddled...
- By Ching-In ChenBecause today our hands unravel a perfect orange we each left our homes drank ripening light before ...
- By Bill ZavatskyThat's what the first line says of the song I've been playing all summer at the keyboard—trying to get...
- By Gregory PardloWe need a preacher who’ll say up in here instead of herein. Our vows should reference calla lilies and the snowy pistils...
- By James Thomson (Bysshe Vanolis)The wine of Love is music, And the feast of Love is song: And when Love sits down to the banquet, Love...
- By Emily DickinsonForever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time – Except for Infiniteness – And Latitude of...
- By Robert BurnsO my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly...
- By Lawrence RaabYears later they find themselves talking about chances, moments when their lives might have swerved ...
- By John DonneFor God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five gray hairs,...
- By Thomas McGrathBefore you, I was living on an island And all around the seas of that lonely coast Cast up their imitation...
- By Philip LarkinThat Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three...
- By Molly PeacockWhat if we got outside ourselves and there really was an outside out there, not just our insides turned...
- By Gary SnyderSwung from the toes out, Belly-breath riding on the knuckles, The ten-pound maul lifts up, Sails in ...
- By Pablo NerudaI don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I...
- By E. E. Cummingslove is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent...
- By William ShakespeareShall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake...
- By William ShakespeareLet me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not love Which alters when it alteration...
- By Reginald ShepherdYou are like me, you will die too, but not today: you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine: if...