Love poems exist in all cultures. Poetry comes from a Greek word meaning "to make". Poetry comes in many forms from the Japensse Haiku to the epic poems of Homer.
But the most passionate of all is the love poem. It can be a sad poem about unrequited love or a sensual sexy poem by e.e. cummings.
Poems concerning the outpouring of love cover the passions of both men and women. Love poetry must number in the millions. We only link to a few, but they are some of the best in the world...
The most famous love poet in Greece was Sappho. She wrote primaarily for women and her poems still have meaning today even though they were written thousands of years ago.
Ladies have been known to swoon because their emotions and desire overwhelmed them. Love poems are stimulate powerful emotions. Sappho's description:
With dewy damps my limbs were chilled;
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled;
My feeble pulse forgot to play;
I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Technically, her poems should be performed with a Lyre, a small harp. Lyric poetry is named because of the Lyre.
Aphrodite was the goddess of love, beauty, and sexual desire. Many of Sappho's poems were written to her
Immortal Aphrodite, on your elegant throne,
daughter of Zeus, weaver of wiles, I beg you
not to crush my spirit, mistress,
with pain or anguish,
but come, if ever before you heard
my voice singing from far away
and listened, and leaving our father’s
golden house, you came
in your chariot . . .
. . . And you, blessed one,
a smile on your immortal face,
asked what was wrong with me again,
why I was calling again,
and in my maddened heart what I most wished
to happen to me: "Whom must I persuade this time
and lead back to your love? Sappho,
who is wronging you?
If she flees, soon she will pursue;
if she does not take gifts, soon she will give them.
If she does not love, soon she will love,
even against her will.
Elizabeth Barret Browning wrote a beautiful love poem in the 18th century, titled "How Do I Love Thee"
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.