These intimate poems celebrate the act of lovemaking as a profound expression of passion and connection. They sensually depict sexuality, the tenderness of emotional intimacy, and the vulnerability of baring one’s soul to another.
Poets use interesting imagery, metaphor, and rhythm to convey the intensity of desire and the intertwining of two souls in the heat of passion. These verses explore the pleasures of the body and the depths of emotional intimacy, immersing readers in the intoxicating world of love and desire.
In Robert Browning’s ‘Meeting at Night,’ the speaker sails across the sea to secretly reunite with his beloved under the moon’s soft glow.
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
Tennyson’s ‘Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal’ illustrates lovers’ union and the speaker’s desire through intricate nature imagery at twilight.
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.
‘The Willing Mistress’ by Aphra Behn is an erotic poem wherein the speaker recounts her intimate moments with her lover in a grove.
Amyntas led me to a Grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us;
The Sun it self, though it had Strove,
It could not have betray’d us:
‘Landmark’ by Sheers captures an intimate encounter’s imprint on nature, blending passion with the landscape for a lasting memory.
Afterwards they were timeless
and they lay that way for a while before standing
and dressing, reclaiming their clothes
Formerly known as ‘Poem of Procreation,’ Whitman’s ‘A Woman Waits for Me’ is all about the power of regeneration, procreation, and creativity.
I draw you close to me, you women,
I cannot let you go, I would do you good,
I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others' sakes,
Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards,
Sonnet 142, ‘Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,’ explores the dynamics of desire and morality in the speaker’s relationship.
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Bukowski’s ‘Like A Flower In The Rain’ is a clear-cut poem describing the odd lovemaking of a couple. Bukowski does not shy away from noting their raw conversation in the text.
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
finger
right hand
real short
‘To His Coy Mistress’ urges seizing love now, using witty metaphors to highlight the fleeting nature of time and beauty.
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Sonnet 151, ‘Love is too young to know what conscience is,’ navigates the complexities of love and lust in the speaker’s relationship.
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
‘Remembrance’ by Maya Angelou explores themes of intimacy, love, and longing. It’s a beautiful poem that, briefly but memorably, describes a sexual interaction between lovers.
Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
‘Women and Roses’ by Robert Browning conveys a man’s perspective on women throughout time. They are represented by three apples on his metaphorical apple tree.
I dream of a red-rose tree.
And which of its roses three
Is the dearest rose to me?
Galway Kinnell’s ‘After Making Love We Hear Footsteps’ is a beautiful poem about parenthood and love. This piece presents a familiar scene that often occurs in a married couple’s life.
For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
‘Answer’ uses earth, water, fire, air to symbolize love’s trials, affirming unwavering devotion with a resolute “yes, yes” to unity.
If you were made of stone,
your kiss a fossil sealed up in your lips,
your eyes a sightless marble to my touch,
your grey hands pooling raindrops for the birds,
‘Break of Day’ by John Donne is an aubade told from a female perspective. It conveys a woman’s understanding of her relationship with a busy lover.
‘Tis true, ‘tis day, what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because ‘tis light?
Did we lie down because ‘twas night?
Robert Browning’s ‘Confessions’ is written in the confessional mode and is about the speaker’s romantic and secretive meetings with a girl.
What is he buzzing in my ears?
"Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale of tears?"
Ah, reverend sir, not I!