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Deep Poems for Her She Deserves To Hear

Inside: Deep poems for her that she will benefit from hearing.

Sometimes it can be so hard to articulate how you feel. This is especially true when you are dealing with someone that you have so many feelings for. In those moments when I am at a loss for words, I turn to poetry.

I think that is what we all do in reality. That is the beauty of this medium; it gives you the opportunity to let others know how you feel in a safe and sometimes artsy way. If you are looking for a way to tell your person how you feel about her, then I think you are in the right place.

Deep poems for her she deserves to hear. Photo of woman looking up at orange sky.

As I mentioned before, I love poetry. I also love love, so naturally those two have joined together in my life. I have so many amazing poems dedicated to your ‘her’ that I think you would benefit from reading. So I have made a list of deep poems for her that you can look through!

Writing Romantic Poetry

Across every corner of the world, you can find romance. This is something that I find very heartwarming and comforting at times. Poetry was born through romance, so it is the perfect vessel for you to express how you feel.

Obviously, not every poem is romantic. For example, I just finished reading these sister poems, and they were amazing! But romantic poems are truly top notch.

The most important part about writing deep poems for her is that you connect with your true emotion. Now, this can be a little overwhelming, so make sure you are prepared. When you love someone this deeply, it can be a lot to feel.

Connect with that emotion, and let it flow through you onto the page. It doesn’t have to be perfect; you can always workshop it later. What is important is that you get it out.

Now, if you are looking for someone to explain how you are feeling for you…then you should keep reading. You are about to dive right into your feels.

Deep Poems for Her She Deserves To Hear

Everyone deserves to know how loved they are. Once you read these deep poems for her, you will know exactly how you feel about her. She deserves to know. She deserves to be told how deeply she is loved! Okay, yes, I am getting a tad dramatic…but what is life without a little drama?

1. If I Thought

If I thought for just one moment that this would be my last breath,
I’d tell you I’ll love you forever, even beyond death.
If I thought for just one moment that your face would be the last I’d see,
I’d take a million pictures and save them just for me.

If I thought for just one moment that your voice would be the last I’d hear,
I’d listen attentively and promise not to shed a tear.
If I thought for just one moment that your touch would be the last I’d feel,
I’d embrace you and know that this has all been real.

If I thought for just one moment that my heart would beat its last beat,
I’d thank the Lord for allowing us to meet.

Dana Schwartz

2. Love’s Language

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye–
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn’s swift force–
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek–
The sudden silence and reserve when near–
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear–
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest–
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek–
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble–
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss–
Thus doth Love speak.

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox

3. Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the day.

Come, as thou cam’st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam’st in sooth,

Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the day.

Mathew Arnold

Cute heart hands against blue sky.

4. Love Is…

Love is…
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paint-stained hands
Love is.
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don’t put out the light
Love is
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pop
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is
Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is
Love is you and love is me
Love is prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me
Love is…

Adrian Henri

5. The Great Fires

Love is one of many great fires.
Passion is a fire made of many woods,
each of which gives off its special odor
so we can know the many kinds
that are not love. Passion is the paper
and twigs that kindle the flames
but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes
because it tries to be love.
Love is eaten away by appetite.
Love does not last, but it is different
from the passions that do not last.
Love lasts by not lasting.
Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire
for his sins. Love allows us to walk
in the sweet music of our particular heart.

Jack Gilbert

Short and Sweet Poems

If you like to keep things short and sweet, then I really think you will enjoy this section. It is full of some wonderful deep poems for her that get straight to the point.

6. Unknown

I love my eyes
When you look into them.
I love my name
When you whisper it
And love my heart
When you love it.
I love my life,
Because you are the part of it.

7. My Love

Love is a funny thing
We’ll never understand,
But hear this truth ring:
I’m in love with you.

Megan Hagen

Love is a funny thing poem. Photo of woman holding heart hands up.

8. New Love

From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last dizzying dance
Performed by two sets of intricate intimate parts
I knew you.

From the first quivering intimation
Induced by the stammering staggering sighs
To the single bed with a double population
Shared by the two with magical miraculous mirroring eyes
I knew you.

-Chidiebere Franklin

9. Lover

Excited for the word lover to come back. Come back
lover, come back to the five and dime. I could
squeal with the idea of blissful release, oh lover,
what a word, what a world, this gray waiting. In me,
a need to nestle deep into the safe-keeping of sky.
I am too used to nostalgia now, a sweet escape
of age. Centuries of pleasure before us and after
us, still right now, a softness like the worn fabric of a nightshirt
and what I do not say is, I trust the world to come back.
Return like a word, long forgotten and maligned
for all its gross tenderness.

Ada Limon

10. Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call—
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb’ry, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.

11. I Loved You First

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
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.

Christina Rossetti

deep poems for her.

So…now that you are in touch with your true feelings, are you ready to get them down onto paper and let her know how you feel? At the very least, show her one of these deep poems for her that accurately describes it for you.

As a woman, I can confidently say that I have always loved being told how someone feels about me. So what harm could be done by this? None!

If you want to continue on with loving words, check out this tutorial on how to write friendship poems 5 tips that will help you create amazing poetry.

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