Love

10 E.E. Cummings Poems That Put YOUR Feelings Into Beautiful Words

The feeling of being in love can make you do some things you'd never think about doing before; singing, writing your names in a heart on your notebook, and even getting into poetry.

Poetry, both writing and reading it, can be a great outlet for any kind of new emotion you might be feeling.


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For many people, love is a HUGE inspiration for their poetry, and for good reason. Love tends to make us feel totally out of the norm, and when we're in this new element, it can spark some serious emotions that we don’t know how to explain.

Poets who write about love totally understand how frustrating this can be, which is why poems specifically about love can be so relatable. This is especially true for those types of love poems that are all about different types of love — unrequited, lustful, amicable. If someone has felt it, there’s poetry about it.

One poet in particular — E.E. Cummings — is notable for writing love poems that are not only heart-wrenchingly beautiful but are able to give you the words to feelings you don’t completely understand.

With words that are full of romance, lust, and beauty, E.E. Cummings turns bland love poems into something completely new and refreshed, which is why so many people love his work, even after all this time.


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Whether you’ve always been a romantic or you’re the type of person who has some reservations about opening up about your feelings about someone, these poems by E.E. Cummings will make you fall in love with love again and help you get in touch with your romantic side.

If you're searching for the best quotes and memes to share with the people you love (or just want to feel inspired yourself) ... look no further! From the sweetest love quotesinspirational sayings, and hilarious friendship truths, we've got you covered.

love poems ee cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling).
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing
is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope
or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart
(I carry it in my heart).

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love poems ee cummings

I like my body when it is with your body.
It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body.
I like what it does, I like its hows.
I like to feel the spine of your body
and its bones,
and the trembling firm-smoothness
and which I will again and again and again kiss,
I like kissing this and that of you.
I like, slowly stroking
the shocking fuzz of your electric fur,
and what-is-it comes over parting flesh
And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly I like the thrill
of under me you so quite new.

— e.e. cummings

love poems e e cummings

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

— e.e. cummings

love poems ee cummings

Love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun,
more last than star.

— e.e. cummings

love poems ee cummings

Love is 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 un-be
than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea.” 
is deeper than the sea.

 — e.e. cummings

love poems ee cummings

I love you much
most beautiful darling
more than anyone on the earth
and I like you better
than everything in the sky.

— e.e. cummings

love poems ee cummings

Lady,
I will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give me suddenly a smile,
shyly obscene
(lady I will touch you with my mind).
Touch you, that is all,
lightly and you utterly will
become with infinite care
the poem which I do not write.

— e.e. cummings

love poems e e cummings

Love is a place
and through this place of love
move (with brightness of peace) all places.

— e.e. cummings

love poems ee cummings

Unless you love someone,
nothing else makes sense.

— e.e. cummings

love poems ee cummings

One's not half of two;
two are halves of one.

— e.e. cummings