1. It’s raining in love – Richard Brautigan
Oh, Richard Brautigan. This poem immediately makes me smile a smile of recognition because how much do I understand never being able to think of the right thing to say to a person I’m attracted to, overthinking things, trying to figure out what it all means? A lot. That’s how much. (And who doesn’t? Or hasn’t? And if you don’t or haven’t, what are you, a robot?) In the sense that I identify with this poem completely, know it entirely from my own experience, it is wonderful. (Text)
2. Breaking Up – Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Not all love poems are about the happy parts, and not all the love poems about the unhappy parts are morose. And just as things work and they’re wonderful and our hearts beat faster when we do simple things together, like taking the dog for a walk, sometimes things also stop working. And then the dog doesn’t know what the hell is going on. The thing I love about this poem is that it’s straightforward —
I fell out of love: that’s our story’s dull ending,
as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.
Excuse me–I’ll break off the string of this love song
and smash the guitar. We have nothing to save.
— sometimes that’s all there is. Except that’s never all there is. Poor dog. (Text)
3. The Rain – Robert Creeley
Love, if you love me…
I’m a big fan of Robert Creeley, and I love this poem especially because it feels like a rainy day indoors, looking out of the window, listening to a soundtrack of thoughts. I love it so much that I’m not sure what else to say about it, except you should read it. (Text)
4. Sonnet XVII – Pablo Neruda
It’s pretty impossible to go wrong with Pablo Neruda when you’re looking for quality love poems, because he’s written some of the best in existence. This is one of my very favorites of his, and okay, I’ll admit it. The last two lines:
so close that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so close that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
kill me a little bit. For the record, I like it better in Spanish. (Text: Spanish & English)
5. Love Song – Dorothy Parker
Okay, sometimes there are poems that make me snort, which I know is very graceful and ladylike of me, but there it is. This is one of those poems. Sometimes all that mushy love junk deserves a send-up. (Text)