A Glimpse
A glimpse through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
Distance tests love in a way nothing else does. These long distance love poems put words to the ache of missing someone—and the quiet certainty that the miles are only temporary.
A glimpse through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
O my Luve is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune.
At last I found you, the missing piece of me. You fill the empty spaces and set my spirit free.
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace.
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 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,
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look at things
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury!
Use our AI generator to craft a long-distance poem with their name, your memories, and the exact words you want to close the gap.
Generate My PoemLoving someone across a distance means learning to hold two feelings at once: the ache of their absence and the certainty of your bond. A long distance love poem gives shape to that contradiction. It says what a hurried video call rarely can — that the miles are real, but so is the love that stretches across them. The best poem for a long-distance relationship does not pretend the distance away; it honors it, and then insists that it is temporary.
When you choose a poem to send, think about what your partner most needs to hear right now. Some days call for reassurance — a verse about steadfastness and waiting. Other days call for longing spoken plainly, so they know they are missed as much as they miss you. Poets have wrestled with separation for centuries; the work collected at Poets.org shows how many ways there are to say "I am still here, and still yours." Reading a few aloud will help you find the one that sounds like your own heart.
Delivery matters more than usual when you are apart. A poem sent as a good-morning message across time zones, tucked into a care package, or read aloud at the end of a call becomes a small ritual that closes the gap. Because you cannot reach for their hand, the words have to do the reaching — so let them.
And if no existing poem fits the specific shape of your relationship, make one yours. Add the city where they are, the number of days until you meet, the ordinary thing you miss most. Those details turn a general poem about distance into proof that you are counting the same days they are. That shared counting, more than any grand phrase, is what love across the miles is made of.