Inside: 15 love at first sight poems that will make you fall in love with the feeling of falling in love.
Love at first sight is such a magical concept that we have always romanticized as a society. Whether it’s that cute stranger at the grocery store that you only catch eyes with for a moment or your “flight crush” when you see someone attractive on your plane, there’s a lot of first sights that have the potential to become a crush. Even if just for a moment.
Wherever you are in your love journey, whether you’re happily settled in with a long term partner or if you’re single and ready to mingle, these love at first sight poems are sure to pull at your heart strings! We all want the dreamy kind of love that we grew up believing in from an early age. And when the prospects seem few and far between, sometimes the only choice we have is to believe that you’ll fall in love the second you meet eyes with your soulmate!
Whatever brings you here, enjoy these love at first sight poems.
Chasing emotions and passionate feelings like love and loss can be so easily invoked by reading poetry. Some poets really know how to bring emotions that you have ever even felt before to life in new ways. It’s a beautiful skill and talent to have, and it gives us as readers a window into emotions we may have never felt.
So maybe you’re experiencing something that you think may have been love at first sight, and you need help pinpointing it. Check out these poems about it here and you may just find out!
Love At First Sight
These poems about falling in love at first sight may seem a little cliche and cheesy to the unromantic in the room. But reading it through the filter of potentially having found love in one moment or believing that love finds us in the most unlikely places will have you melting with these poems!
When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless sky.
They said it was built upon a lie.
They told me my feelings would surely fade.
Passion would flare, and foes would be made.
Can you not put the past behind?
True love can change a river’s course
Or pierce the strongest vault with ease.
True love can turn coal into gold
Or tame the tempest to a balmy breeze.
Quite some time has passed since then:
People no longer criticize.
For now they see that truth exists
Where once there might have been only lies.
Still my feelings are the same today
As they were on that very first,
For when we touch, my heart still flies on gossamer wings through cloudless skies.
By Danielle C. Thomas
2. I Love You
When April bends above me And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane. O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
By Sarah Teasdale
They’re both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
Since they’d never met before, they’re sure
that there’d been nothing between them.
But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—
perhaps they’ve passed by each other a million times?
I want to ask them
if they don’t remember—
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a “sorry” muttered in a crowd?
a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver?—
but I know the answer.
No, they don’t remember.
They’d be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn’t read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood’s thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
By Wislawa Szymborska
Quick Love Poems
Falling in love quickly either really works out well or really doesn’t. And there’s only one way to find out– and that’s to fall in love and see it through.
These poems talk about how a quick love feels and how it impacts your heart and soul. The poets that wrote these truly have a talent with words being able to describe a feeling and experience that I have never experienced myself… and it makes me feel like I have!
4. Love At First Sight
When I first saw you,
time felt very slow,
like nothing else mattered,
like an opening act of a broadway show.
It starred your eyes,
olive, round and fair,
accented by your smile,
so gorgeous I can’t compare.
You make a portrait of beauty,
a canvas so stunning,
I can’t help but wonder,
what makes you so cunning.
You’ve subdued me at first sight,
I can’t help but fight,
these feelings of passion & warmth,
with wonder & delight..
I don’t even know your name,
we won’t even meet tonight,
but I can tell you now,
I’m in love at first sight.
By Trancez
Is there such a thing as love at first sight?
I didn’t know, until I laid eyes on you.
How is it possible to feel so much for you?
My Love has no limits, no color, and no race.
Is just true love with no lies
that’s when I realized I had fallen in love
can you tell me if that happened to you?
Tell me; let me know how you feel about me
cause I’m here waiting for your love,
love me, miss me and crave me
then, I will give you back my love
and my soul, cause I’m thirsty
for you, for you love
so, tell me if this is love at first sight?
I love you, I adore you,
My only goal in life, the one I live for –
Though we might fight more than we get along,
I hope our relationship will never go wrong.
I love to be with you, I love you around;
I’m so glad I’m the one you found.
Though you may not see what you mean to me,
my love for you will always be.
I know you love me and I know you care;
that’s why I treasure the love we share.
I want you to know I’m here for you,
whatever it is I’ll help you through.
To the one I love, the one I adore,
my love grows every day more and more.
Is like having a ticket for special flight
I love you my prince, my only true love
I can’t believe is love at first sight
I think about it, dream about it
And lose sleep about it.
When I don’t have it, I search for it
When I discovered, I’m happy
I fear of losing it
It’s the constant source of Pleasure and pain
I don’t know which it will be
From one moment to the next
But is love, and is so difficult to define
And, so impossible to live without it.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I’m sure it happens every day.
But, I’m sure you know what love is.
I guess, love come once in your life
At least that’s what some people say.
But then, they can’t see inside our minds.
And they just can’t know how we feel.
But I believe in love at first sight.
I know my love for you is real.
I have loved you since the day we met.
And for me, it was love at first sight.
I hope it was the same for you.
Can you be with me forever?
Can you spend your life with me?
And I promise you that
I give you my love eternally
By Janet Baez
Love at first sight
It’s hard to explain
But you know when it happens
You feel it in your heart
It’s like you’ve known each other forever
Even though you just met
You can’t deny the connection
You have with this special someone
Love at first sight
Is a once in a lifetime feeling
You know that you want to be with them
For the rest of your life
You can’t explain it
But you know it’s real
And you’ll never forget
The moment you met
Love at first sight
By Iris
Poems About Falling In Love
Those that have been in love more than once say that there are two ways that it happens– slowly over time or quickly and all at once. And you don’t get a say in which one it is. You’re either all of a sudden in love or find yourself having fallen in slow motion.
They say silence is Golden,
I believe it is true,
Because in that Golden silence,
my thoughts occur of you.
You are the flame in my candle
that lights the darkness of my room,
You are the scented flowers
that makes my heart full bloom.
You are the butterflies
that flicker in my stomach all day long,
When I know I will be holding you
before my day is done.
You are the stars that shimmer and shine,
You light up the skies above
In this Golden silence
it’s truly you I love.
You are the thunder of the night,
your lightning strikes whenever,
Into my soul that makes me whole,
and excites my heart forever.
You are my paradise, my oceans wide,
My mountains standing tall,
So in this Golden Silence
I love you most of all.
By Shelagh Bullman
She has her own special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad things go away
The second that she says hey.
And when I look into her eyes,
I see pure beauty with no disguise.
Just a glance at her makes my heartbeat rise.
I know for a fact that these feelings aren’t lies.
If only she knew
How much my love for her grew,
Maybe, just maybe, we could start something new,
And then I’d never feel blue.
And if beauty were inches, she’d go on for miles.
I’d better catch her before I go out of style.
I’m going to let my heart be my dial
So I can tell her what I’ve been feeling for a while.
By Kiara Wilson
9. My Love
How do I describe
My love for you?
How can I explain
That this is true?
Love is a funny thing
We’ll never understand,
But hear this truth ring:
I’m in love with you.
These butterflies,
Shy smiles,
Late nights.
Thoughts are constantly
About you.
I can’t tell you
All the times
This heart beats faster,
Even when you’re out of view.
Always in my thoughts,
Always in my dreams.
A life without you would
Tear me apart at the seams.
It’s you who keeps me up all night
And gets me through the day.
It seems to me that there
Is only one thing left to say.
I’ve said it already,
But to make sure you know it’s true,
I’ll say how I feel:
I’m completely in love with you.
By Megan Hagan
The Moment You Saw Them
Often heard in wedding vows, there are several lines that portray the emotion that you loved your partner the moment you saw them. Whether it’s really the second you fell in love or you became intrigued, the world may never know.
But whatever you saw in them was enough to be able to stick it through and love them to the end.
The moment I saw you
I could barely contain
All the butterflies jumping
It’s hard to explain.
My coolest persona
Just melted away
And my words came out jumbled
I forgot what to say.
I felt rather foolish
And thought you would leave
But the smile you then gave me
I still can’t believe.
The first time I saw you
You blew me away
But your smile still disarms me
When I see you each day.
By Charles Wiles
11. The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock
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:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? …
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
By T.S. Eliot
12. The Affliction
When I walked across a room I saw myself walking
as if I were someone else,
when I picked up a fork, when I pulled off a dress,
as if I were in a movie.
It’s what I thought you saw when you looked at me.
So when I looked at you, I didn’t see you
I saw the me I thought you saw, as if I were someone else.
I called that outside—watching. Well I didn’t call it anything
when it happened all the time.
But one morning after I stopped the pills—standing in the kitchen
for one second I was inside looking out.
Then I popped back outside. And saw myself looking.
Would it happen again? It did, a few days later.
My friend Wendy was pulling on her winter coat, standing by the kitchen door
and suddenly I was inside and I saw her.
I looked out from my own eyes
and I saw: her eyes: blue gray transparent
and inside them: Wendy herself!
Then I was outside again,
and Wendy was saying, Bye-bye, see you soon,
as if Nothing Had Happened.
She hadn’t noticed. She hadn’t known that I’d Been There
for Maybe 40 Seconds,
and that then I was Gone.
She hadn’t noticed that I Hadn’t Been There for Months,
years, the entire time she’d known me.
I needn’t have been embarrassed to have been there for those seconds;
she had not Noticed The Difference.
This happened on and off for weeks,
and then I was looking at my old friend John:
: suddenly I was in: and I saw him,
and he: (and this was almost unbearable)
he saw me see him,
and I saw him see me.
He said something like, You’re going to be ok now,
or, It’s been difficult hasn’t it,
but what he said mattered only a little.
We met—in our mutual gaze—in between
a third place I’d not yet been.
By Marie Howe
Poetry About Love
All of the love poems in the world can’t simply put into words what it feels like to fall in love– but they can try! And they do.
It’s likely they’re writing to release the words in their own minds but are going to publish it to let you in on the little secrets of their minds.
13. Lines Depicting Simple Happiness
The shine on her buckle took precedence in sun
Her shine, I should say, could take me anywhere
It feels right to be up this close in tight wind
It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you
About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know
With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler
About you many good things come into relation
I think of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like
A is for knee socks, E for panties
I is for buttondown, O the blouse you wear
U is for hair clip, and Y your tight skirt
The music picks up again, I am the man I hope to be
The bright air hangs freely near your newly cut hair
It is so easy now to see gravity at work in your face
Easy to understand time, that dark process
To accept it as a beautiful process, your face
By Peter Gizzi
14. You, Therefore
For Robert Philen
You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:
if I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been
set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost
radio, may never be an oil painting or
Old Master’s charcoal sketch: you are
a concordance of person, number, voice,
and place, strawberries spread through your name
as if it were budding shrubs, how you remind me
of some spring, the waters as cool and clear
(late rain clings to your leaves, shaken by light wind),
which is where you occur in grassy moonlight:
and you are a lily, an aster, white trillium
or viburnum, by all rights mine, white star
in the meadow sky, the snow still arriving
from its earthwards journeys, here where there is
no snow (I dreamed the snow was you,
when there was snow), you are my right,
have come to be my night (your body takes on
the dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleep
becomes you): and you fall from the sky
with several flowers, words spill from your mouth
in waves, your lips taste like the sea, salt-sweet (trees
and seas have flown away, I call it
loving you): home is nowhere, therefore you,
a kind of dwell and welcome, song after all,
and free of any eden we can name
By Reginal Shepherd
15. Love Is More Thicker Than Forget
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
By E.E. Cummings
I don’t know about you, but these poems definitely put me in my feelings tonight! The beautiful mystery of a charming stranger being the best thing to have ever happened to you is a fun thought to entertain. Or maybe you’ve found your life partner and want to reminisce on the moment you knew that they were yours. Either way, these poems are likely speaking to you in some regard.
Poetry about love can be so easy and natural to read when you’re loved up, and it just makes all the feelings feel brand new again.
Have fun reading these poems and daydreaming about who you might meet in line for a concert or at a friend’s wedding. If you catch someone’s eye that makes you feel the way that these poems do, make your move. What do you have to lose?! It could very well be love at first sight!
