Love is born anew every time. But no one can tell about this better than recognized masters of words. Love poems by classical poets are the surest way to express your feelings.
The love poems of the classical poets, known to a wide range of readers, still make a strong impression, regardless of the number of repetitions. Will anyone understand and talk about women's love better than Anna Akhmatova or Marina Tsvetaeva? Have the words of the great Pushkin and the romantic Lermontov lost their relevance? Classic works never get old, just like true love never gets old.
Our website contains the most touching, best poems about love from domestic and foreign poets. These are selected poems about love, in which poets expressed in poetic language the amazing state of this feeling. Many of these poems later sounded in songs and romances.
Rhythms, styles, and poetic forms changed, but love and poems about it always remained unchanged. Poets are mortal, their poems about love are not, and continue to live, helping us to better understand ourselves and this wonderful feeling - love.
I present to you a selection of the best love poems from the classics. Here are the love lyrics of poets Pushkin era and poets of the Silver Age.
The best classic poems about love
I remember a wonderful moment:
You appeared before me,
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty.
In the languor of hopeless sadness
In the worries of noisy bustle,
Don't wish for someone else's good
You, O God, command me;
But you know the extent of my strength -
Should I control tender feelings?
I don't want to offend my friend
And I don’t want him to sit down,
I don't need his ox,
I look at everything calmly:
Goodbye love letter! goodbye: she said...
How long have I delayed! I haven't wanted to for so long
Hand consign all my joys to fire!..
But that's it, the time has come. Burn, letter of love.
I'm ready; My soul listens to nothing.
The greedy flame is already accepting your sheets...
Just a minute!.. they burst into flames! blazing - light smoke,
No, no, I shouldn't, I don't dare, I can't
It is crazy to indulge in the excitement of love;
I strictly protect my peace of mind
And I don’t let my heart burn and forget;
No, I have enough love; but why sometimes
I will not plunge into a moment's reverie,
I loved you: love is still, perhaps,
My soul has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to make you sad in any way.
Empty "you" with a hearty "you"
She, having mentioned, replaced,
And all the happy dreams
It aroused the soul of the lover.
I stand before her thoughtfully;
My love is the scorching afternoon of Java,
Like a dream the deadly aroma spreads,
There the lizards lie, covering their pupils,
Here, boa constrictors coil around the trunks.
And you entered the unforgiving garden
For relaxation, for sweet fun?
* * *
I remember the golden time
I remember the dear land to my heart.
The day was getting dark; there were two of us;
Below, in the shadows, the Danube roared.
And on the hill, where, turning white,
The ruin of the castle looks into the valley,
There you stood, young fairy,
* * *
Oh, how murderously we love,
As in the violent blindness of passions
We are most likely to destroy,
What is dear to our hearts!
How long ago, proud of my victory,
You said: she is mine...
A year has not passed - ask and find out,
What was left of her?
"My dear! - you told me.
Why in the depths of my soul
Do you awaken violent desires?
Everything about you attracts me.
And here in my soul, ringing,
The charm is growing, growing!”
I've loved you for so many years
And I am gentle, and I am a poet.
So how is this, perfection,
Love
Again you lie in the night, your eyes open,
And you are having an old argument with yourself.
You say:
- He's not that handsome! -
And the heart answers:
- Well, so what!
Everything doesn't come your way, damn dream,
You keep wondering where is the truth and where is the lie...
You say:
- He's not that smart! -
And the heart answers:
- Well, so what!
Then fear is born in you,
Everything falls, everything collapses around.
And you say to your heart:
- You'll be lost! -
And the heart answers:
- Well, so what!
(Yu. Drunina)
Love
Everything is known: love is not a joke,
Love is the spring beat of hearts,
And live like you, with one mind,
Absurd, stupid at last!
Otherwise, what are dreams for?
Why paths under the moon?
Why hawkers in the spring
They sell flowers to lovers?!
Whenever there is no love,
There’s no need to wander around the gardens either.
Perhaps even nightingales
They would go from grief to the stage.
Why walks, silence.
There's no fire in your eyes, is there?
And the useless moon
It would rust in a heavenly warehouse.
Imagine: no one could fall in love.
And people began to sleep more soundly,
Eat more, shave less often,
I stopped reading poetry...
But no, it’s not for nothing that there is a moon
And the sonorous strumming of a guitar,
No wonder spring comes to us
And couples walk through the gardens.
(E. Asadov)
What does love know about love?
What does love know about love?
There is always fear hidden in her.
Everyone feels fear
If he suddenly fell in love.
How scary it is to lose later,
What was found on its own
Death whispers to us with a toothless mouth:
Everything will go away, everything will pass, quit it!
And I won’t let her fall.
I promise you all.
No, I don't believe in the death of love
Let the hatred die
Let her writhe in the dust
And the earth will fill her mouth.
But you, love, always shine
To us and others around
So that on your way
The death of love died suddenly.
I will lead love through trouble, like on ice
And I won’t let her fall.
My answer to seven troubles: where there is love, there is no death,
I promise you all.
(E. Yevtushenko)
I'm a child of love
I am a child of love.
I was whispered
I was kissed
from each other's skin
fingernails feverishly
scratched out.
I was chosen
I was exhaled.
Lovers in bed
fantasy is higher than Dali.
I was built by passion
sculpted with tenderness,
for they did not fall out of love with each other,
didn't fall in love.
...I was a flash of two souls,
become one body
For a moment.
To everyone who has not known love,
I want to give at least a little love!
I am a child of love
and for this I am jealous
many people pay.
Ah, love, even if there is only one,
to Russia,
and all of humanity will have enough.
(E. Yevtushenko)
Waltz by Candlelight
Love by candlelight
dance until the beep
live - in the now,
love - when?
Guys - at the clock,
girls with earrings,
live - in the now,
love - always,
Hairstyles - on the shoulders,
sweater cheek,
start - with now,
Wake up - always.
Kings? Look for fistulas!
Palaces are being crushed.
And the shoulders are still fresh
and irreplaceable.
When? Under whose kingdom?
It's not nonsense that matters
but what matters is that he came.
That your eyes are wet.
Green in the nights
taxi without a rider...
Strays for an hour,
stay forever...
(A. Voznesensky)
Tsvetaeva Marina
I like that you're not sick of me
I like that you are not sick of me,
I like that it's not you that I'm sick of
That the globe is never heavy
It won't float away under our feet.
I like that you can be funny -
Loose - and don't play with words,
And do not blush with a suffocating wave,
Sleeves touching slightly.
I also like that you are with me
Calmly hug the other one,
Don't read to me in hellfire
Burn because I don't kiss you.
What is my gentle name, my gentle, not
You mention it day or night - in vain...
That never in church silence
They will not sing over us: Hallelujah!
Thank you with my heart and hand
Because you have me - without knowing yourself! -
So love: for my night's peace,
For the rare meeting at sunset hours,
For our non-walks under the moon,
For the sun, not above our heads, -
Because you are sick - alas! - not by me,
Because I am sick - alas! - not by you!
Tsvetaeva Marina
You and I are just two echoes
You and I are just two echoes:
You are silent and I will be silent.
We once with the humility of wax
Surrendered to the fatal ray.
This feeling is the sweetest illness
Our souls were tormented and burned.
That's why I feel you as a friend
Sometimes it brings me to tears.
Bitterness will soon become a smile,
And sadness will become fatigue.
It’s a pity, not the words, believe me, and not the look, -
Only a pity for the lost secrets!
From you, tired anatomist,
I have known the sweetest evil.
That's why I feel like you as a brother
Sometimes it brings me to tears.
"The premonition of love is worse"
K. Simonov
The premonition of love is worse
Love itself. Love is like a fight
You got along with her eye to eye.
There is no need to wait, she is with you.
The premonition of love is like a storm,
My hands are already a little damp,
But there is still silence, and sounds
The piano can be heard from behind the curtains.
And to hell with the barometer
Everything is flying down, the pressure is flying,
And in fear of doomsday
It's too late to hug the shores.
No, worse. It's like a trench
You are sitting, waiting for the whistle to attack,
And there, half a mile away, there’s a sign
He is also waiting for a bullet in the forehead...
"Confession"
A. Pushkin
I love you, even though I'm mad,
Although this is labor and shame in vain,
And in this unfortunate stupidity
At your feet I confess!
It doesn’t suit me and is beyond my years...
It's time, it's time for me to be smarter!
But I recognize it by all the signs
The disease of love in my soul:
I'm bored without you - I yawn;
I feel sad in your presence - I endure;
And, I have no courage, I want to say,
My angel, how I love you!
When I hear from the living room
Your light step, or dresses sum,
Or a virgin, innocent voice,
I suddenly lose all my mind.
You smile - it gives me joy;
You turn away - I'm sad;
For a day of torment - a reward
I want your pale hand.
When you are diligent about the hoop
You sit, leaning casually,
Eyes and curls drooping, -
I am moved, silently, tenderly
I admire you like a child!..
Should I tell you my misfortune,
My jealous sadness
When to walk, sometimes in bad weather,
Are you going far away?
And your tears alone,
And speeches in the corner together,
And travel to Opochka,
And piano in the evening?..
Alina! have pity on me.
I don't dare demand love.
Perhaps for my sins,
My angel, I'm not worth love!
But pretend! This look
Everything can be expressed so wonderfully!
Ah, it’s not difficult to deceive me!…
I'm happy to be deceived myself!
“You and I are stupid people”
N. Nekrasov
You and I are stupid people:
In just a minute, the flash is ready!
Relief for a troubled chest
An unreasonable, harsh word.
Speak up when you're angry
Everything that excites and torments the soul!
Let us, my friend, be openly angry:
The world is easier and more likely to get boring.
If prose in love is inevitable,
So let's take a share of happiness from her:
After a quarrel, so full, so tender
Return of love and participation...
"Stranger"
A.Blok
In the evenings above the restaurants
The hot air is wild and deaf,
And rules with drunken shouts
Spring and pernicious spirit.
Far above the dust of the alley,
Above the boredom of country dachas,
The bakery's pretzel is slightly golden,
And a child's cry is heard.
And every evening, behind the barriers,
Breaking the pots,
Walking with the ladies among the ditches
Tested wits.
Oarlocks creak over the lake
And a woman's squeal is heard,
And in the sky, accustomed to everything
The disk is bent senselessly.
And every evening my only friend
Reflected in my glass
And tart and mysterious moisture
Like me, humbled and stunned.
And next to the neighboring tables
Sleepy lackeys hang around,
And drunkards with rabbit eyes
“In vino veritas!” they scream.
And every evening, at the appointed hour
(Or am I just dreaming?),
The girl's figure, captured by silks,
A window moves through a foggy window.
And slowly, walking between the drunken,
Always without companions, alone
Breathing spirits and mists,
She sits by the window.
And they breathe ancient beliefs
Her elastic silks
And a hat with mourning feathers,
And in the rings there is a narrow hand.
And chained by a strange intimacy,
I look behind the dark veil,
And I see the enchanted shore
And the enchanted distance.
Silent secrets have been entrusted to me,
Someone's sun was handed to me,
And all the souls of my bend
Tart wine pierced.
And bowed ostrich feathers
My brain is swinging,
And blue bottomless eyes
They bloom on the far shore.
There's a treasure in my soul
And the key is entrusted only to me!
You're right, drunken monster!
I know: the truth is in the wine.
“I love you more than the sea, and the sky, and singing...”
K. Balmont
I love you more than the Sea, and the Sky, and the Singing,
I love you longer than the days I have been given on earth.
You alone burn for me like a star in the silence of the distance,
You are a ship that does not sink in dreams, or in waves, or in darkness.
I fell in love with you unexpectedly, immediately, accidentally,
I saw you - like a blind man suddenly widens his eyes
And, having regained his sight, he will be amazed that in the world sculpture is welded together,
That turquoise poured down excessively into the emerald.
I remember. Having opened the book, you rustled the pages slightly.
I asked: “Is it good that ice is refracted in the soul?”
You flashed your eyes towards me, instantly seeing the distance.
And I love - and love - about love - for my beloved - he sings.
“Love began in the summer”
N. Klyuev
Love began in the summer
The end is in autumn September.
You came up to me with greetings
In a simple girl's outfit.
Handed over a red egg
As a symbol of blood and love:
Don't rush north, little bird,
Wait for spring in the south!
The woods turn smoky blue,
Wary and dumb
Behind the patterned curtains
The melting winter is not visible.
But the heart senses: there are fogs,
The movement of the forests is vague,
Inevitable deceptions
Lilac-gray evenings.
Oh, don't fly into the fogs like a bird!
The years will pass into gray darkness -
You will be a beggar nun
Stand on the porch in the corner.
And maybe I'll pass by
Just as poor and thin...
Oh give me cherub wings
Flying invisibly behind you!
I can’t pass you by with greetings,
And don’t repent later...
Love began in the summer
The end is in autumn September.
“We met by chance, on the corner...”
I. Bunin
We met by chance on the corner.
I walked quickly and suddenly, like lightning,
Cut through the evening darkness
Through black radiant eyelashes.
She was wearing crepe, a transparent light gas
The spring wind blew for a moment,
But on the face and in the bright shine of the eyes
I caught the former excitement.
And she nodded to me affectionately,
She tilted her face slightly away from the wind
And disappeared around the corner... It was spring...
She forgave me - and forgot.
“I’m sorry that it’s winter now...”
O. Mandelstam
I'm sorry it's winter now
And you can’t hear mosquitoes in the house,
But you reminded me yourself
About frivolous straw.
Dragonflies fly in the blue,
And fashion swirls like a swallow;
Basket on the head
Or a bombastic ode?
I don't dare to advise
And excuses are useless
But whipped cream tastes forever
And the smell of orange peel.
You're interpreting everything at random
This doesn't make it any worse
What to do: the most gentle mind
Everything fits outside.
And you're trying to yolk
Beat with an angry spoon,
He turned white, he was exhausted.
And yet a little more...
And, really, it’s not your fault, -
Why grades and reverse?
You were created on purpose
For a comedic altercation.
Everything about you teases, everything sings,
Like an Italian roulade.
And a little cherry mouth
Sukhoi asks for grapes.
So don't try to be smarter
Everything about you is a whim, every minute,
And the shadow of your cap -
Venetian bauta.
When love dies
Yulia Drunina
When love dies
Doctors don't crowd the room,
Anyone has long understood -
You won't leave by force
In arms...
You can't force your heart to light.
Don't blame anyone for anything.
Here each layer -
Like a knife
What cuts the threads between souls.
Here every quarrel -
Like a fight.
Everything is a truce here
Instant...
When love dies
Even colder
In the Universe...
Love
Vsevolod Rozhdestvensky
Don't give in to idle talk
These six letters, although the world is used to them.
They are fire. "Love" rhymes with "Blood"
Our language is perceptive and wise.
"Love" and "Blood". As long as the heart beats
And drives warmth through the blood body,
It's like you're drinking from an eternal well,
Transforming a dream into reality.
From dim days in their tireless change,
When sometimes everything is dead to the heart,
Into an unexpected world of wonderful transformations
Triumph takes you away from love.
Here is a woman who has so much light,
A friend in bad weather, a companion in the fight, -
And immediately my heart suggested: this,
Yes, only this one is a ray in your destiny!
Let her be the creation of your dreams,
Only your imagination -
With her there is an eternity of hot breath
It has already passed into earthly existence.
Like a call that came from the depths of centuries,
Like a flash of light beyond the threshold of darkness,
And our children will inherit our fire,
To enter immortality, just like us.
Flowers
Vladimir Soloukhin
They asked about my favorite flower.
Are you laughing?
As if it were possible
From a thousand favorite items
Name your favorite item.
And generally speaking,
Have you ever wondered
Over the essence of the flower?
What's an idea,
Which one (in the language of the meeting,
Our writers' meeting),
Tell me what content
Did the artist give the shape of a cornflower?
For us people - love,
And for grass or trees - flowering.
What's for us
Longing in the presence of a loved one.
Excitement from her smile, look
(Her smile burns my heart!)
Insomnia, dating, kissing,
Longing, desire, sadness and jubilation,
What for us is almost like the wings of a bird,
What for us develops into a word
And into the music
The grass has a flower!
The crowd is as monotonous as grass (or leaves).
And life, like a spring meadow, is monotonous.
And suddenly
Here and there against this smooth background
Love.
Flowers,
Chamomiles, forget-me-nots,
Bloody flaming poppies.
Love - and that which is completely frank,
And the one that lurks in the quiet darkness
(Let's say lily of the valley).
And night violets
Mysterious spicy bloom
And strong to the point of dizziness
The luxury of magnolia in bloom.
Yes, life blooms like a meadow,
She's already beautiful.
She's bright.
She smells fragrant.
It blooms... it can be a barren flower
(Oh, sometimes it can be a barren flower!),
And sometimes the flowers of motherhood,
But it still blooms, blooms, blooms!
Some herbs bloom every month.
For a cactus - once in a century.
Monster. Thorn! Quasimodo!!
And love
Nicholas Roerich
What happened to friendship!
When I was admitted
to the hundred-gate monastery!
If your friend, there is no time
my dear, I have angered you,
do not punish him, Powerful One,
according to his merits. Everyone says
Why are you disgusted? When,
comforted in my heart, I will see
you reconciled? Accept it!
You know the source of my words.
Here are my sins and my goodness!
I'm bringing them to you.
Take both.
Here is knowledge and ignorance!
Take both.
Leave your devotion to me!
Here is purity and filth!
I don't want either one or the other!
Here are good and evil thoughts.
I bring you both.
Dreams that lead to sin and
I give you dreams of truth.
Make it stay
I have devotion to you
and love.
Signs
Marina Tsvetaeva
It was as if she was carrying a mountain in her lap -
Whole body pain!
I recognize love by pain
Whole body lengthwise.
It’s as if the field in me has been torn apart
For any thunderstorm.
I recognize love from afar
Everyone and everything is nearby.
It’s like they dug a hole in me
To the basics, where the pitch is.
I recognize love by the vein,
Whole body along
Moaning. Draft like a mane
Fanning himself, the Hun:
I recognize love by failure
The most faithful strings
Gorlovykh, - throat gorges
Rust, living salt.
I recognize love by the crack,
No! - trill
Whole body lengthwise!
I defeated her, fatal love...
Alexey Apukhtin
I defeated her, fatal love,
I killed her, the evil snake,
That without pity, greedily drank my blood,
What tormented my soul!
I'm free, calm again -
But this peace is not joyful.
If at night I start to fall asleep in my dreams,
You sit, as before, with me.
I see them again -
These hot summer days
These long sleepless nights
Serene seas of jets,
Your conversations and caresses,
Illuminated by your quiet laughter.
And I wake up: the night is dark like a grave,
And my pillow is cold,
And I have no one to pour out my heart to.
And in vain I pray for a magical dream,
To forget my life for a moment.
If many days pass without a meeting,
I grieve, not remembering betrayals and insults;
If the song that you love is suddenly sung,
If your name is accidentally called, -
My heart is shaking as before!
Show me the way, tell me the country,
Where will I curse the past?
Where could I not sob with insane melancholy
In the lonely midnight hour
Where is your image, once dear to me,
He turned pale and went out!
Where should I hide? - Give me the answer!
But no answer is heard, there is no such country,
And, like pearls in the mysterious abyss of the seas,
Like a star in the evening sky,
Against my will, against your will,
You are with me everywhere and always!
Singer's love
Alexey Pleshcheev
On my chest with your beautiful brow,
I pray, bow down, my faithful friend!
We are at least for a moment in a passionate kiss
Let's find oblivion and peace!
And then give me your hand - and with you
We will proudly bear our cross
We will not send prayers for happiness...
Blessed is he who lives in a bloody struggle,
In heavy worries I exhausted, -
Like a lazy and crafty slave,
I didn’t bury my talent in the ground!
To suffer for everyone, to suffer immensely,
Only in torment can happiness be found,
The hypocritical priests of Baal
To strike with the verb of truth,
Proclaim the teachings of love
Everywhere - to the poor, to the rich -
The poet's lot... I'm worried
I won’t trade it for the blessings of the world.
And you! There is torment in your chest
They also lurk, I know,
And not a cup of pleasure awaits, -
The vial poisoned you!
For sultry and deep passion
You were born - and for a long time
A crowd of senseless, cruel
You are not afraid of the verdict.
And for a long time, without regret
About the stupid happiness of days gone by,
You suffer with one forgiveness
Paying enemies for their malice!
Oh, give me your hand - and with you
We will proudly bear our cross
And to heaven in the fight against fate
We won’t send prayers for happiness!..
About love
Rasul Gamzatov
Captured again...
I was once a boy
Love has come and, the rose of armor,
Revealed the secret of her adat
And immediately she made me an adult.
Along the crests of years not in the form of a goddess,
And a woman of flesh and fire
She still comes to me today
And turns me into a boy.
Shyness, shamelessness and trepidation in her,
I light up again, and that’s why
Imagination bowingly sculpts
From a sublunary woman - a deity.
Like the stupidity of the commander, and more than once
Love was fraught with danger
But she showed the courage of a soldier,
That the reckless one carried out the order.
In which we seem to be destined
Already doomed to defeat,
And suddenly - lo and behold! - we won the battle!
It always looks like a battle
in which they believed, but
A message arrives unexpectedly
That it was completely lost.
And although love did not shy away from pain,
She sometimes, without opening wounds,
It was sweet, like a dream under a cloak in a field
During the lullaby rain.
I have reached the border of average age
And, without closing my eyes to anything,
I write poetry as if in the last moment,
And I fall in love as if for the first time.
Translated by Ya. Kozlovsky
Free love
Eduard Asadov
Her words and smiles are like birds,
We got used to it, tweeting carefreely,
When meeting, flirt and spin,
Sit invisibly on guys' shoulders
And how much, and where, and whenever!
Elegantly, but dressed defiantly.
And donate affections, not counting
It's easier for her than, say, folding a newspaper,
Take a cigarette out of your purse
Or sip a cognac cocktail with Tokay.
Morality only angers her: - Skinny souls!
Cave people! It's funny to say!
Give us a sexual revolution
And hypocrisy is out the window to the devil!
Oh, you are a wonderful miracle, you are a wonderful miracle!
Will you really never understand,
That the “sex revolution” is your noisy
This is precisely what the “cave age” is!
When neither soul nor mind is touched,
In the subcortex and impulses of those people
Only zoology reigned
At the level of cats or walruses.
But humanity grew up
After all, those who dream are always right.
And now it’s not enough for most
What is enough for someone like you.
And people learned, warmed by the newness,
Whatever instinct leaps in the blood,
About that one kiss with love
More expensive than a thousand without love!
And you rushed, in general, in vain
Making noise about “supernova relationships”
Always on earth and with all generations
There were puddles and seas.
Been everywhere and whenever
And stupid chickens and nightingales,
The cat's passion is now “free”,
But is there at least something of love in her?!
I don’t know who was cynical about you.
Love
Anton Delvig
What is love? Disjointed dream.
Chain of charms!
And you're in the arms of dreams
Then you let out a sad groan,
Then you are dozing in sweet rapture,
Throwing your hands in pursuit of a dream
And you leave the dream
With a sore, heavy head.