“little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and I won't blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, I won't blame you, instead I will remember the kisses our lips r…”— Charles Bukowski, allpoetry.com
“We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won’t flinch at when they find.”— Andrea Gibson, ohandreagibson.tumblr.com
“I want to spend a lot but not all of my years with you. We’ll talk about kids but make plans to travel. I will remember your eyes as green when they were gray. Our dogs will be named For Now and Mostly. Sex will be good but next door’s will sound better. There will be small things. I will pick up yo…”— Rebecca Hazelton, amazon.com
“Stay, I said to the cut flowers. They bowed their heads lower. Stay, I said to the spider, who fled. Stay, leaf. It reddened, embarrassed for me and itself. Stay, I said to my body. It sat as a dog does, obedient for a moment, soon starting to tremble. Stay, to the earth of riverine valley meadows,…”— Jane Hirshfield, amazon.com
“It will always be this way. I stand here scared that you will disappear, scared that you will stay.”— Mark Strand, amazon.com
“You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“she and I raised a red bonfire wearing out our lips from kissing each other's souls”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies. Oh the mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired.”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“there is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts.”— Charles Bukowski, amazon.com
“Every poem is about you. Even the ones about other people, they’re for your eyes only. Everyone else who reads this is just a stranger looking through the window at us. It always comes back to you. It will always come back to you.”— Clementine Von Radics, clementinepoetry.us
“Do you remember the way the girls would call out "love you!" conveniently leaving out the "I" as if they didn't want to commit to their own declarations. I agree that the "I" is a pretty heavy concept and hope you won't get uncomfortable if I should go into some deeper stuff here.”— David Berman, poemhunter.com
“They will explain themselves — as all poems should do without any comment.”— John Keats, en.wikiquote.org
“Pain only appears in the presence of love. This much I can say I have learnt by heart...”— Sharanya Manivannan, softblow.org
“And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”— Christopher Poindexter, instagram.com