The 5 Best Love Poems - Love Quotes Blog

They say that what is understood today as love is not true love ... That love was a thing of the past when couples lasted more years together and "forgiven" more things. Talking about love and describing it or not as such is a “tricky” issue because no one should be able to judge how one feels or the other and how intensely they do it, since only oneself can know…

But ... why do I talk about love on a literature page? Because even if it's not Valentine's Day, I found it nice to gather today what I consider the 5 best love poems of all time. A totally subjective article but with a clear intention: Exaltation of love and poetry.

Heart armor (Mario Benedetti)
Because I have you and not
because i think you
because the night is open-eyed
because the night passes and I say love
because you have come to collect your image
and you are better than all your images
because you are pretty from the foot to the soul
because you are good from the soul to me
because you hide sweet in pride
small and sweet
heart armor
because you are mine
because you are not mine
because I look at you and die
and worse than dying
if I don't look at you love
if I don't look at you
because you always exist anywhere
but you exist better where I love you
because your mouth is blood
and you are cold
I have to love you love
I have to love you
although this wound hurts like two
Even if I look for you and can't find you
and although
the night pass and I have you
and not.

The 5 best love poems - The kiss - Théophile Alexander Steilen
Painting "The Kiss" by Théophile Alexander Steilen

I love you at ten in the morning (Jaime Sabines)
I love you at ten in the morning, and at eleven,
and at twelve o'clock. I love you with all my soul and
With my whole body, sometimes, in the rainy afternoons.
But at two in the afternoon, or at three, when I
I think of the two of us, and you think of the
food or in daily work, or in amusements
that you don't have, I start hating you deafly, with
Half of the hate I keep for me.
Then I love you again, when we go to bed and
I feel that you are made for me, that somehow
your knee and your belly tell me that my hands
they convince me of it, and that there is no other place in
Where I come, where I go, better than you
body. You come whole to meet me, and
we both disappear for a moment, we get
in the mouth of God, until I tell you that I have
hunger or sleep


Every day I love you and I hate you hopelessly.
And there are days too, there are hours, when not
I know you, that you are alien to me like the woman
on the other, I care about men, I worry
I am distracted by my sorrows. You probably don't think
in you for a long time. You see who
Could I love you less than me, my love?

If you love me, love me whole (Dulce María Loynaz)
If you love me, love me whole
not by areas of light or shadow ...
If you love me, love me black
and white, and gray, green, and blonde,
and brunette ...
Love me day,
love me night ...
And early in the open window!

If you love me, don't cut me:

Love me all ... Or don't love me!

I can write the saddest verses tonight ... (Pablo Neruda)
I can write the saddest verses tonight.

Write, for example: “The night is starry,
and the stars shiver, blue, far away. ”

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this I had her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I also loved her.
How not to have loved her great still eyes.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I do not have her. Feeling I've lost her.

Hear the inmense night, even more without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the grass.

Does it matter that my love could not keep it.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's it. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not content with having lost it.

As if to get her closer, my gaze searches for her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, the ones then, are not the same.

I don't love her anymore, it's true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Of other. Will be from another. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. His infinite eyes.

I don't love her anymore, it's true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.

Because on nights like this I had her in my arms,
My soul is not content with having lost it.

Although this is the last pain she causes me,
and these are the last verses that I write to him.

Eternal love (Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer)
The sun may cloud forever;
The sea may dry in an instant;
The Earth's axis may break
Like a weak crystal.
Everything will happen! May death
Cover me with his funeral crepe;
But never in me can it go out
The flame of your love.
And of these, what is the poem that you liked the most? What is your favorite love poem?