Since you can't write worth a lick, nor articulate something that doesn't involve an obsession with burritos, why not leave it to the poetic greats to woo your woman for you? They needn't be love poems, but merely well-thought-out words showing a bit of depth. Also, there's one about a sphincter.
With snippets of great poems by popular poets, your lady will be eating out of your hands, or at the very least, you won't have to sleep on the couch after you mess up her birthday card, again.
From the likes of Dylan Thomas to Walt Whitman to Shel Silverstein, check out some of the best poems by popular poets for wooing your woman here.
E. E. Cummings "I Carry Your Heart With Me"
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Edward Estlin was a poet, painter and playwright. One of his best loved poems was written in summer of 1952, and his works continue to ink their way onto many an inspirational modern day meme.
I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you...
W. B. Yeats "When You Are Old"
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William Butler was a prolific Irish poet of the early 1900s. "When You Are Old" is one classic from 1989's "The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats." The poem was first published in 1893.
...How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Edgar Allan Poe "To Isadore"
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Published in 1903, "To Isadore" is a short poem of adoration and nocturnal bedtime rhyme from "The Works of Edgar Allan Poe."
...And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned, did overflowing seem
With the deep, untold delight
Of Love's serenity;
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the Imperial Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
Enthralled my soul to thee!...
Shel Silverstein "Where the Sidewalk Ends"
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Published in the collection of poems by Silverstein, whose fame is most known in "The Giving Tree," his poem "Where the Sidewalk Ends" is a same-titled poem of his 1974 book. His writing is primarily written towards children but with adult-relatable messages.
...Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends...
Christina Rossetti "I Loved You First: But Afterwards Your Love"
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Got to have a female poet in there somewhere, and she's surprisingly short and sweet for a 19th century English woman
With separate 'I' and 'thou' free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine;'
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
Walt Whitman "A Glimpse"
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A 19th century poet we all - Walter White especially - have somewhere in our hearts, Whitman has dozens upon dozens of love poems. This one, in particular, stands out.
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
Dylan Thomas "If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love"
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The Welsh writer who wrote the famous poem "Do Not Go Gently into the Good Night" is Dylan Thomas, a fixture of late 1940s New York, just before the likes of Allen Ginsberg became popular. "If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love" is a sexual poem published in 1934 in a collection, "18 Poems."
And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles.
The knobbly ape that swings along his sex
From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist
Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle,
Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast
Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six
Feet in the rubbing dust.
Robert Frost "My November Guest"
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Coming from Frost's 1913 published collection of poem - "A Boy's Will" - the poem "My November Guest" isn't as classic as his road less taken, but still stands the test of time.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise.
Oscar Wilde "Her Voice"
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Written in 1881, author and poet, Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, discusses his infatuation with a woman he wishes to marry in the beginning of "Her Voice," only to have second thoughts of parting ways in the end. Ah, a humorous love story of our ages.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.
And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,--you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
Ralph Waldo Emerson "Initial Love"
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Poet and essay writer of the 19th century individualist and transcendentalist movement, Emerson was a mentor to Henry David Thoreau. "Initial Love" is part of the "Early Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson" collection, published in 1899.
The impossible shall yet be done,
And being two shall still be one.
As the wave breaks to foam on shelves,
Then runs into a wave again,
So lovers melt their sundered selves,
Yet melted would be twain.
Allen Ginsberg "Song"
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Written in 1954, "Song" is a short poem of the weight love has on us by the late Ginsberg, prominently part of the late '70s underground New York City art scene.
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love...
Or... this excerpt from "Sphincter"
But another 20 years who knows,
old folks got troubles everywhere -
necks, prostates, stomachs, joints--
Hope the old hole stays young
till death, relax.
T. S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
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Thomas Stearns Eliot was a publisher, playwright and literary critic in addition to an essayist and one of the 20th century's most influential poets. This poem was written, "Prufrock" for short, was published in 1915.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells...
Ludwig van Beethoven "The Immortal Beloved"
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Written in 1812, "The Immortal Beloved" is actually an unsent love letter, which most modern women know from its heavy-hearted use in "Sex & The City," for which the letter was obviously likely intended by the late composer.
Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
Ever thine,
Ever mine,
Ever ours.
Henry David Thoreau "Friendship"
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A fellow Transcendentalist to Emerson, Thoreau was a mid 19th century philosopher and poet, amongst other things. This excerpt from "Friendship" works well with women on both platonic and romantic levels.
I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
Sole meat and sweetest drink,
And close connecting link
Tween heaven and earth.
With snippets of great poems by popular poets, your lady will be eating out of your hands, or at the very least, you won't have to sleep on the couch after you mess up her birthday card, again.
From the likes of Dylan Thomas to Walt Whitman to Shel Silverstein, check out some of the best poems by popular poets for wooing your woman here.
E. E. Cummings "I Carry Your Heart With Me"
Edward Estlin was a poet, painter and playwright. One of his best loved poems was written in summer of 1952, and his works continue to ink their way onto many an inspirational modern day meme.
I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you...
W. B. Yeats "When You Are Old"
William Butler was a prolific Irish poet of the early 1900s. "When You Are Old" is one classic from 1989's "The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats." The poem was first published in 1893.
...How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Edgar Allan Poe "To Isadore"
Published in 1903, "To Isadore" is a short poem of adoration and nocturnal bedtime rhyme from "The Works of Edgar Allan Poe."
...And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned, did overflowing seem
With the deep, untold delight
Of Love's serenity;
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the Imperial Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
Enthralled my soul to thee!...
Shel Silverstein "Where the Sidewalk Ends"
Published in the collection of poems by Silverstein, whose fame is most known in "The Giving Tree," his poem "Where the Sidewalk Ends" is a same-titled poem of his 1974 book. His writing is primarily written towards children but with adult-relatable messages.
...Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends...
Christina Rossetti "I Loved You First: But Afterwards Your Love"
Got to have a female poet in there somewhere, and she's surprisingly short and sweet for a 19th century English woman
With separate 'I' and 'thou' free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine;'
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
Walt Whitman "A Glimpse"
A 19th century poet we all - Walter White especially - have somewhere in our hearts, Whitman has dozens upon dozens of love poems. This one, in particular, stands out.
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
Dylan Thomas "If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love"
The Welsh writer who wrote the famous poem "Do Not Go Gently into the Good Night" is Dylan Thomas, a fixture of late 1940s New York, just before the likes of Allen Ginsberg became popular. "If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love" is a sexual poem published in 1934 in a collection, "18 Poems."
And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles.
The knobbly ape that swings along his sex
From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist
Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle,
Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast
Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six
Feet in the rubbing dust.
Robert Frost "My November Guest"
Coming from Frost's 1913 published collection of poem - "A Boy's Will" - the poem "My November Guest" isn't as classic as his road less taken, but still stands the test of time.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise.
Oscar Wilde "Her Voice"
Written in 1881, author and poet, Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, discusses his infatuation with a woman he wishes to marry in the beginning of "Her Voice," only to have second thoughts of parting ways in the end. Ah, a humorous love story of our ages.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.
And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,--you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
Ralph Waldo Emerson "Initial Love"
Poet and essay writer of the 19th century individualist and transcendentalist movement, Emerson was a mentor to Henry David Thoreau. "Initial Love" is part of the "Early Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson" collection, published in 1899.
The impossible shall yet be done,
And being two shall still be one.
As the wave breaks to foam on shelves,
Then runs into a wave again,
So lovers melt their sundered selves,
Yet melted would be twain.
Allen Ginsberg "Song"
Written in 1954, "Song" is a short poem of the weight love has on us by the late Ginsberg, prominently part of the late '70s underground New York City art scene.
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love...
Or... this excerpt from "Sphincter"
But another 20 years who knows,
old folks got troubles everywhere -
necks, prostates, stomachs, joints--
Hope the old hole stays young
till death, relax.
T. S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
Thomas Stearns Eliot was a publisher, playwright and literary critic in addition to an essayist and one of the 20th century's most influential poets. This poem was written, "Prufrock" for short, was published in 1915.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells...
Ludwig van Beethoven "The Immortal Beloved"
Written in 1812, "The Immortal Beloved" is actually an unsent love letter, which most modern women know from its heavy-hearted use in "Sex & The City," for which the letter was obviously likely intended by the late composer.
Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
Ever thine,
Ever mine,
Ever ours.
Henry David Thoreau "Friendship"
A fellow Transcendentalist to Emerson, Thoreau was a mid 19th century philosopher and poet, amongst other things. This excerpt from "Friendship" works well with women on both platonic and romantic levels.
I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
Sole meat and sweetest drink,
And close connecting link
Tween heaven and earth.