Love songs and poetry by women about men.

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Sara_H

Guru
I've got a love poems book, just had a flick through, theres quite a few in there written by a woman.
 

Sara_H

Guru
Coat
Vicki Feaver



Sometimes I have wanted
to throw you off
like a heavy coat.

Sometimes I have said
you would not let me
breathe or move.

But now that I am free
to choose light clothes
or none at all

I feel the cold
and all the time I think
how warm it used to be.
 

theclaud

Openly Marxist
Location
Swansea
This one I sent in a card to a friend when she separated from her husband, a couple of years she returned the favour:

Loss
Wendy Cope

The day he moved out was terrible —
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn’t a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.

Ha! Well, since you've moved us away from the starry-eyed stuff... I remember being fantastically impressed as a teenager by the magnificent disdain of this beautifully crafted sonnet:

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity, —let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.

Edna St Vincent Millay
 

theclaud

Openly Marxist
Location
Swansea
 

slowmotion

Quite dreadful
Location
lost somewhere
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.


Christina Rossetti, Remember
 
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