Love poems to send in greetings cards


Love poems for greetings cards

I wish I was a poet and could paint pictures and conjure deep feelings with words...but I'm not. I often feel a slight paralysis when I open a fresh, new card to write a message. My words aren't sufficient to say what I want to say. If you have the same problem, I've put together a few poems that may help you tell your loved one how much they mean to you.

For the romantic

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

- by Rumi, Kulliyat-e Shams, 2114

For the realist (who loves the little gestures)

Atlas

There is a kind of love called maintenance
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it;

Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t forget
The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs;

Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes; which deals with dentists

And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds

The permanently rickety elaborate
Structures of living, which is Atlas.

And maintenance is the sensible side of love,
Which knows what time and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dryrotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in air,
As Atlas did the sky.

- by UA Fanthorpe

For the science lover

The Present

For the present there is just one moon,
though every level pond gives back another.

But the bright disc shining in the black lagoon,
perceived by astrophysicist and lover,

is milliseconds old. And even that light’s
seven minutes older than its source.

And the stars we think we see on moonless nights
are long extinguished. And, of course,

this very moment, as you read this line,
is literally gone before you know it.

Forget the here-and-now. We have no time
but this device of wantonness and wit.

Make me this present then: your hand in mine,
and we’ll live out our lives in it.

- by Michael Donaghy

For the passionate

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) 

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
- by Pablo Neruda

 

Have you got your Valentine's Day card yet?

We are stardust has a few that are both beautiful and will gift your loved one with a moment of wonder about the natural world. You can even send a card directly to your love if you buy before 9pm on Sunday with next day guarantee delivery, just submit the message you'd like written inside at the checkout.

Valentine's card

What are your favourite love poems? Let me know in the comments.


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