Best Valentine Day Poems That Will Make Your Proposal Stand Out

Valentines Day Poems
Valentines Day Poems

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Well folks, the week of love starts today! Eh, we were already in the mood of love right when February began. And Mukarrar is all about love, love for poetry. We promise we will celebrate this month of love with a rich collection of love poems that will sweep your lovers off their feet. All you need to do is share one of these poems with them. Get on the job, guys and girls! This post brings to you a curated collection of heartrending Valentines Day Poems from the likes of Pablo Neruda, E.E. Cummings (we really love him, don’t we :), Lorna Dee Cervantes, Robert Burns, Yeats and more.

Valentine Day Poems | Valentines Day Special

Today and this entire month of February, we will be publishing special Valentines Day Poems. If you like this post, please share it with the ones you love. Trust us, a good poem is an essential ingredient of a love proposal. If you are planning to pop the ring or get on your knees this Valentine’s, this post is for you.

The first in our collection of Valentines Day Poems is ‘Valentine’ by Lorna Dee Cervantes. Of course we love the poem, but we also love the amazing way Lorna puts it in half the heart shape. Wonder where the other half is? It is when you share and show your love. Go on! “Shedding petals of my grief into a decayed hologram” have you ever read such a beautiful expression of love?

Valentine | Lorna Dee Cervantes

Cherry plums suck a week’s soak,
overnight they explode into the scenery of before
your touch. The curtains open on the end of our past.
Pink trumpets on the vines bare to the hummingbirds.
Butterflies unclasp from the purse of their couplings, they
light and open on the doubled hands of eucalyptus fronds.
They sip from the pistils for seven generations that bear
them through another tongue as the first year of our
punishing mathematic begins clicking the calendar
forward. They land like seasoned rocks on the
decks of the cliffs. They take another turn
on the spiral of life where the blossoms
blush & pale in a day of dirty dawn
where the ghost of you webs
your limbs through branches
of cherry plum. Rare bird,
extinct color, you stay in
my dreams in x-ray. In
rerun, the bone of you
stripping sweethearts
folds and layers the
shedding petals of
my grief into a
decayed holo-
for ever

Valentines Day Poems | Lorna Dee Cervantes
Valentines Day Poems | Lorna Dee Cervantes

When it comes to love, you just can’t leave Mr Cummings out. At least we can’t. Love is more thicker is one of our best picks for Valentines Day Poems. The comparison that E.E. Cummings draws and the conclusions he makes are incredible. ‘Love is less always than to win’, ah, what a gem!

[love is more thicker than forget] | E.E. Cummings

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky


Come on, this is a given! Did you think that we can do a love collection and leave Neruda out? Never! One Hundred Love Sonnets is one of the most read poems by Pablo Neruda and is a hallmark addition to our Valentines Day Poems Collection.

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII | Pablo Neruda | Valentines Day Poems

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

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Yeats and love go hand in hand. Even though the poem is about sorrow of love but then again sorrow is just another expression of love, isn’t it?

The Sorrow of Love | W.B. Yeats

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man’s image and his cry.

A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man’s image and his cry.

Ah, Christopher Marlowe. What a gem of a poem! Marlowe talks of the promise of love, the endless possibilities of happiness when lovers are together and more.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love | Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

Valentines Day Poems Christopher-Marlowe
Valentines Day Poems Christopher-Marlowe

Ever though of growing old in love? Then this poem is for you. Love and Age takes you on a journey from six years of age to a hundred. Devour this ageless expression of love by Thomas Love Peacock (he has Love in his name).

Love and Age | Thomas Love Peacock | Valentines Day Poems

I play’d with you ‘mid cowslips blowing,
When I was six and you were four;
When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
Were pleasures soon to please no more.
Through groves and meads, o’er grass and heather,
With little playmates, to and fro,
We wander’d hand in hand together;
But that was sixty years ago.

You grew a lovely roseate maiden,
And still our early love was strong;
Still with no care our days were laden,
They glided joyously along;
And I did love you very dearly,
How dearly words want power to show;
I thought your heart was touch’d as nearly;
But that was fifty years ago.

Then other lovers came around you,
Your beauty grew from year to year,
And many a splendid circle found you
The centre of its glimmering sphere.
I saw you then, first vows forsaking,
On rank and wealth your hand bestow;
O, then I thought my heart was breaking!—
But that was forty years ago.

And I lived on, to wed another:
No cause she gave me to repine;
And when I heard you were a mother,
I did not wish the children mine.
My own young flock, in fair progression,
Made up a pleasant Christmas row:
My joy in them was past expression;
But that was thirty years ago.

You grew a matron plump and comely,
You dwelt in fashion’s brightest blaze;
My earthly lot was far more homely;
But I too had my festal days.
No merrier eyes have ever glisten’d
Around the hearth-stone’s wintry glow,
Than when my youngest child was christen’d;
But that was twenty years ago.

Time pass’d. My eldest girl was married,
And I am now a grandsire gray;
One pet of four years old I’ve carried
Among the wild-flower’d meads to play.
In our old fields of childish pleasure,
Where now, as then, the cowslips blow,
She fills her basket’s ample measure;
And that is not ten years ago.

But though first love’s impassion’d blindness
Has pass’d away in colder light,
I still have thought of you with kindness,
And shall do, till our last good-night.
The ever-rolling silent hours
Will bring a time we shall not know,
When our young days of gathering flowers
Will be an hundred years ago.


Love Me Little, Love Me Long | Robert Herrick

Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song:
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste.
I am with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent,
To be steadfast friend.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.

Say thou lov’st me while thou live,
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive
While that life endures:
Nay, and after death in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now when in my May of youth,
This my love assures.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.

Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever,
Give to me that with true endeavor.
I will it restore:
A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers, that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
Lasting evermore.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.


A Red, Red Rose | Robert Burns

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.


Love’s Philosophy | Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.

Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?


That’s all folks! We hope you like these poems. Please express your love with these and stand out, creating memories that will last a lifetime. Please leave your favorite love poems in the comments section.

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