Valentine Day Poems

Valentine Day Poems

Today is Valentines Day! I actually don’t know how to celebrate it and no one does in our grade, but in English class, our teacher read a few Valentine Poems to us. There was a few of them that I like, so I am putting them here.

The first one is the classic one by Shakespeare:

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)

William Shakespeare – 1564-1616

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The second one is the famous poem Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy.


Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

After that it is this not-so-famous but smart poem. It includes a series of haiku poems:

Valentine’s 2018

Autumn loneliness –
watching the silent falling
of the reddened leaves.

The wintry forest
holds the quiet beating of
our forgotten hearts.

In the April rain
a new shoot buds, glistening

Summertime comes and
evenings move across the beach;
a tender mystery.

The last one has lots of nice descriptions. The poet shows the importance of his lover (maybe?) by describing a world without her.

Without you

In the park
the game falls leaden,
smiles muted, echoing out
unformed and unshared

The shop weighs down;
objects fill bags, are paid for,
yet we leave with nothing.

At home
the afternoon drones on,
unleavened by random
clips or cooking tips
or the need for endless trips…

the evening on the sofa
stretches out,
its silence
unbroken by your groan,
or the tapping of your phone,
or your planning or your chat…

even the tv knows
not to switch on
if it’s only

That’s the end! Hope you enjoy!

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