Category Archives: Love poems

The Ghost of Unrequited Love Past

Try as I might try
To give my heart the lie,
To move on and to survive,
My heart in yours has died
And ever there must lie,
Unless by love revived.

my dear, I truly fear
I’m not being quite sincere –
unrequited love
is a gift (for poets) from above.

I forget how you were gentle
when you hung upon my neck
as you strangled my self-pity
and left me a silent wreck –
what started out as witty
is waxing sentimental.

the fault, yes, every bit
is mine, I do admit:
my love is self-inflicted
yet still I can’t evict it.

forgive me for this mix
of sentimental tricks
and words but half meant;
allow me this old vent
for a mixed up head and heart
looking for where to start:

Try as I might try
To let by-gone be gone by,
Could I forget your eyes
And let by-gones be gone bys?

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For Diana

Why do the green-lit woods no longer ring

With the sound of chase and merry hunting horn;

Why do the murm’ring brooks no longer sing

While the verdant glades lie silently forlorn?

Once, as I roamed the forest musing wide,

I came upon a clearing cool and shady

Where I thought to rest, when straight I spied

The leafy bushes part to show a lady

Clad in hunter’s garb – her tunic hitched

Above the knee for tireless legs’ pursuit,

Her dress’s white with laurel leaves was stitched,

Her bow of yew and quiver full behind

Her back were slung, for she hunts the White Hart

That suffers not the deadly dart unkind

Nor lets himself be caught by woodman’s art,

But by naked hands and pure will deign

To let himself be found, by them who seek

In earnest highest guerdon to attain.

Thus she pursued with flushed and ruddied cheek,

For but one moment loveliness herself

Flashed across my ’stonished eye, then passed –

Like silvan dryad or enchanting elf –

In vain I wished that fairy vision would last.

By day I searched both densest briar and thorn

But still her woods did sore deserted seem,

By night I sang like Philomel forlorn

For then she haunted me in restless dreams.

Therefore the cumbersome lute I left behind,

And now instead pursue a higher quest.

And as my feet grow ever swift as hinds’

I hope to meet her where we’ll both from hunting rest.

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Second Sight

there was someone
sitting on the bench
on the hill where
you said that you
sometimes sit
and I thought
that it might –
but it wasnʼt
YOU

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In friendly crowds mine eyes will look to see
Thy glowing glory-flecting face again
And passing by thy dwellingʼs hallowed lane
They rise, against my will, in hope of thee.
At night their lucent gates are shut in vain
For then they chase thine image – being more free –
Down well-trod paths of painful memory
When, striving with such thoughts, willʼs power doth wane.
By day, if watchful prudence groweth lax,
Theyʼll guess if distance or the parallax
Between their orb and thy dear self doth wax.
And though rebuked by reasonʼs prudent sense,
They, like school boys, nod and make pretence
And promise insincere to make amends.

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Nocturne

At night, when all my thoughts return to one
Who’s always there beneath my topmost thought,
And grieving think on how I’d almost won
Her heart and love – then fall’n in Love’s glass court,
I wish she’d miss me now as I do her.
Though truer love would check this selfish wish
If I but a better man and lover were.

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A promise

I cannot start a war for you
As Menelaus did for Helen of Troy,
Nor can I take my life for you
As Priamus himself for Thisbe did destroy.

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I cannot fight my cousin for you
As Palamon did for Emily to gain,
Nor can I go to Hades for you
As Orpheus did for Euridice in vain.

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There’s much I cannot do for you
But this I can, though gaining no renown,
To reconcile myself to you
And say my sorrys ere the sun goes down.

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Sundering Song

Though sun aloft is shining soft,
The wind has left the wooded hurst.
The drooping leaf tells of my grief,
For this full heart is fit to burst.


How shall I bear this heavy air
That weighs down every single breath.
O wind, return, for now I learn
That sundered love is restless death.

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