Do you find joy in expressing love through the timeless art of poetry?
Poems can beautifully articulate the deep emotions we feel for our loved ones.
Here are 10 touching poems, crafted to help you connect and express your love to those who matter most.
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My favorite poem for for loved ones for loving women
#1 “A Mother’s Lament For The Death Of Her Son” by Robert Burns
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc’d my darling’s heart;
And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.
By cruel hands the sapling drops,
In dust dishonour’d laid:
So fell the pride of all my hopes,
My age’s future shade.
The mother-linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish’d young;
So I, for my lost darling’s sake,
Lament the live day long.
Death, oft I’ve fear’d thy fatal blow,
Now, fond I bare my breast,
O, do thou kindly lay me low
With him I love, at rest!
This poem captures a mother’s deep sorrow and love for her lost son, which makes it a perfect poem for loved ones for me, because I know that a mother’s love is very precious.
It reflects the heartache many women feel for their loved ones.
The emotion in these lines create a powerful connection to the universal experience of love and loss.
9 more poems for loved ones for loving women
#2 “My Aunt’s Spectre” by Mortimer Collins
They tell me (but I really can’t
Imagine such a rum thing),
It is the phantom of my Aunt,
Who ran away—or something.
It is the very worst of bores:
(My Aunt was most delightful).
It prowls about the corridors,
And utters noises frightful.
At midnight through the rooms It glides,
Behaving very coolly,
Our hearts all throb against our sides—
The lights are burning bluely.
The lady, in her living hours,
Was the most charming vixen
That ever this poor sex of ours
Delighted to play tricks on.
Yes, that’s her portrait on the wall,
In quaint old-fashioned bodice:
Her eyes are blue—her waist is small—
A ghost! Pooh, pooh,—a goddess!
A fine patrician shape, to suit
My dear old father’s sister—
Lips softly curved, a dainty foot;
Happy the man that kissed her!
Light hair of crisp irregular curl
Over fair shoulders scattered—
Egad, she was a pretty girl,
Unless Sir Thomas flattered!
And who the deuce, in these bright days,
Could possibly expect her
To take to dissipated ways,
And plague us as a spectre?
#3 “Grandfather’s Love” by Sara Teasdale
They said he sent his love to me,
They wouldn’t put it in my hand,
And when I asked them where it was
They said I couldn’t understand.
I thought they must have hidden it,
I hunted for it all the day,
And when I told them so at night
They smiled and turned their heads away.
They say that love is something kind,
That I can never see or touch.
I wish he’d sent me something else,
I like his cough-drops twice as much.
#4 “To A Sister” by George MacDonald
A fresh young voice that sings to me
So often many a simple thing,
Should surely not unanswered be
By all that I can sing.
Dear voice, be happy every way
A thousand changing tones among,
From little child’s unfinished lay
To angel’s perfect song.
In dewy woods–fair, soft, and green
Like morning woods are childhood’s bower–
Be like the voice of brook unseen
Among the stones and flowers;
A joyful voice though born so low,
And making all its neighbours glad;
Sweet, hidden, constant in its flow
Even when the winds are sad.
So, strengthen in a peaceful home,
And daily deeper meanings bear;
And when life’s wildernesses come
Be brave and faithful there.
Try all the glorious magic range,
Worship, forgive, console, rejoice,
Until the last and sweetest change–
So live and grow, dear voice.
#5 “The Mother’s Kiss” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Love breathed a secret to her listening heart,
And said “Be silent.” Though she guarded it,
And dwelt as one within a world apart,
Yet sun and star seemed by that secret lit.
And where she passed, each whispering wind ablow,
And every little blossom in the sod,
Called joyously to her, “We know, we know,
For are we not the intimates of God?”
Life grew so radiant, and so opulent,
That when her fragile body and her brain
By mortal throes of agony were rent,
She felt a curious rapture in her pain.
Then, after anguish, came the supreme bliss –
They brought the little baby, for her kiss!
#6 “The Father” by Madison Julius Cawein
There is a hall in every house,
Behind whose wainscot gnaws the mouse;
Along whose sides are empty rooms,
Peopled with dreams and ancient dooms.
When down this hall you take your light,
And face, alone, the hollow night,
Be like the child who goes to bed,
Though faltering and half adread
Of something crouching crookedly
In every corner he can see,
Ready to snatch him into gloom,
Yet goes on bravely to his room,
Knowing, above him, watching there,
His father waits upon the stair.
#7 “Brother & Sister” by Walter Crane
Twin children: the Girl, she was plain;
The Brother was handsome & vain;
“Let him brag of his looks,”
Father said; “mind your books!
The best beauty is bred in the brain.”
Handsome Is As Handsome Does
#8 “Brother, Rest” by Pamela S. Vining, (J. C. Yule)
In Memory Of the Rev. J. E. V.
Rest, brother, rest! Thy eyes no more shall weep
O’er unhealed anguish and unconquered sin;
Thy peaceful slumber, tranquilized and deep,
Is marred no more by Earth’s discordant din.
Calm are the skies above thy quiet bed,
And calm is Earth in Summer-glories dressed,
And cool and sweet the fresh mould richly spread
Above thy folded hands and peaceful breast.
Oh, could my voice thy placid slumber break,
And win thee back to mortal scenes again, –
Bid thee, unblamed, thy heavenly paths forsake,
Once more to walk with me ‘mid care and pain,
I could not, dare not breathe the word, for thou
Hast long enough toiled where the dark curse lies
On all Earth’s fairest fruitage; – brother, now
Thou seest the “goodly land” with unveiled eyes!
Oh no! I would not breathe that word, though life
For me be sadder for the smile I miss;
For thou hast gained a home unreached by strife,
Undimmed by tears – a home of changeless bliss!
There, in sweet fellowship with angels blessed,
And all the crowned and glorified above,
In thy loved Saviour’s longed-for presence rest,
And bask forever in the light of LOVE!
#9 “Mammas And Babies” by Kate Greenaway
“My Polly is so very good,
Belinda never cries;
My Baby often goes to sleep,
See how she shuts her eyes.
“Dear Mrs. Lemon tell me when
Belinda goes to school;
And what time does she go to bed?”
“Well, eight o’clock’s the rule.
“But now and then, just for a treat,
I let her wait awhile;
You shake your head why, wouldn’t you?
Do look at Baby’s smile!”
“Dear Mrs. Primrose will you come
One day next week to tea?
Of course bring Rosalinda, and
That darling Rosalie.”
“Dear Mrs. Cowslip, you are kind;
My little folks, I know,
Will be so very pleased to come;
Dears tell Mrs. Cowslip so.
“Oh, do you know perhaps you’ve not heard
She had a dreadful fright;
My Daisy with the measles
Kept me up every night.
“And then I’ve been so worried
Clarissa had a fit;
And the doctor said he couldn’t
In the least account for it.”
#10 “A Mother’s Name” by Eric Mackay
I.
I love the sound! The sweetest under Heaven,
That name of mother, – and the proudest, too.
As babes we breathe it, and with seven times seven
Of youthful prayers, and blessings that accrue,
We still repeat the word, with tender steven.
Dearest of friends! dear mother! what we do
This side the grave, in purity of aim,
Is glorified at last by thy good name.
II.
But how forlorn the word, how full of woe,
When she who bears it lies beneath the clod.
In vain the orphan child would call her so, –
She comes not back: her place is up with God.
The wintry winds are wailing o’er the snow;
The flowers are dead that once did grace the sod.
Ah, lose not heart! Some flowers may fade in gloom,
But Hope’s a plant grows brightest on the tomb!