Author name: Creatrix

Love Poem: Love And in Life’s noisiest hour,There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,The heart’s Self-solace and soliloquy.You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;And to the leading Love-throb in the HeartThro’ all my Being, thro’ my pulse’s beat ;You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,Like the fair light of Dawn, […]

Love Poem: Annabelle Lee It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child,In this

Love Poem: At Last At last, when all the summer shine That warmed life’s early hours is past,Your loving fingers seek for mine And hold them close—at last—at last!Not oft the robin comes to build Its nest upon the leafless boughBy autumn robbed, by winter chilled,— But you, dear heart, you love me now. Though

Love Poem: All I Need Your love surrounds me like the air that I breathe.Your kiss touches me as gentle as a breeze.Your touch is as tender as that of a child.Your hug is warm, meek, and mild.Each day we grow older and its plain to see,The love that you give me is all that

Love Poem: Again and Again Again and again, however we know the landscape of loveand the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the othersfall: again and again the two of us walk out togetherunder the ancient trees, lie down again and againamong the flowers, face to face with

Love Poem: To Earthward Love at the lips was touchAs sweet as I could bear;And once that seemed too much;I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of – was it muskFrom hidden grapevine springsDown hill at dusk? I had the swirl and acheFrom sprays of honeysuckleThat when they’re gathered shakeDew

Love Poem: To a Stranger Passing stranger! you do not knowHow longingly I look upon you,You must be he I was seeking,Or she I was seeking(It comes to me as a dream) I have somewhere surelyLived a life of joy with you,All is recall’d as we flit by each other,Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew

Love Poem: To a Young Lady Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world’s gay busy throng: With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where’er she goes; Pure-bosom’d

Love Poem: To Amarantha Amarantha sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eyeHovering round thee, let it fly! Let it fly as unconfined As its calm ravisher the wind, Who hath left his darling, th’ East, To wanton o’er that spicy nest. Every tress must be confest,

Love Poem: This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of live. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a