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Best Famous Relationship Poems

Here is a collection of the all-time best famous Relationship poems. This is a select list of the best famous Relationship poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Relationship poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of relationship poems.

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by Edgar Lee Masters | |

Ralph Rhodes

 All they said was true:
I wrecked my father's bank with my loans
To dabble in wheat; but this was true --
I was buying wheat for him as well,
Who couldn't margin the deal in his name
Because of his church relationship.
And while George Reece was serving his term I chased the will-o'-the-wisp of women, And the mockery of wine in New York.
It's deathly to sicken of wine and women When nothing else is left in life.
But suppose your head is gray, and bowed On a table covered with acrid stubs Of cigarettes and empty glasses, And a knock is heard, and you know it's the knock So long drowned out by popping corks And the pea-cock screams of demireps -- And you look up, and there's your Theft, Who waited until your head was gray, And your heart skipped beats to say to you: The game is ended.
I've called for you.
Go out on Broadway and be run over, They'll ship you back to Spoon River.


by Rainer Maria Rilke | |

As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight

 As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.
Wonders happen if we can succeed in passing through the harshest danger; but only in a bright and purely granted achievement can we realize the wonder.
To work with Things in the indescribable relationship is not too hard for us; the pattern grows more intricate and subtle, and being swept along is not enough.
Take your practiced powers and stretch them out until they span the chasm between two contradictions.
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For the god wants to know himself in you.


by Rainer Maria Rilke | |

Ignorant Before The Heavens Of My Life

 Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder.
Oh the vastness of the stars.
Their rising and descent.
How still.
As if I didn't exist.
Do I have any share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow change with their changes? Let me put aside every desire, every relationship except this one, so that my heart grows used to its farthest spaces.
Better that it live fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than as if protected, soothed by what is near.


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by Howard Nemerov | |

The Makers

 Who can remember back to the first poets, 
The greatest ones, greater even than Orpheus? 
No one has remembered that far back 
Or now considers, among the artifacts, 
And bones and cantilevered inference 
The past is made of, those first and greatest poets, 
So lofty and disdainful of renown 
They left us not a name to know them by.
They were the ones that in whatever tongue Worded the world, that were the first to say Star, water, stone, that said the visible And made it bring invisibles to view In wind and time and change, and in the mind Itself that minded the hitherto idiot world And spoke the speechless world and sang the towers Of the city into the astonished sky.
They were the first great listeners, attuned To interval, relationship, and scale, The first to say above, beneath, beyond, Conjurors with love, death, sleep, with bread and wine, Who having uttered vanished from the world Leaving no memory but the marvelous Magical elements, the breathing shapes And stops of breath we build our Babels of.


by Howard Nemerov | |

Walking the Dog

 Two universes mosey down the street
Connected by love and a leash and nothing else.
Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves While he mooches along with tail up and snout down, Getting a secret knowledge through the nose Almost entirely hidden from my sight.
We stand while he's enraptured by a bush Till I can't stand our standing any more And haul him off; for our relationship Is patience balancing to this side tug And that side drag; a pair of symbionts Contented not to think each other's thoughts.
What else we have in common's what he taught, Our interest in shit.
We know its every state From steaming fresh through stink to nature's way Of sluicing it downstreet dissolved in rain Or drying it to dust that blows away.
We move along the street inspecting shit.
His sense of it is keener far than mine, And only when he finds the place precise He signifies by sniffing urgently And circles thrice about, and squats, and shits, Whereon we both with dignity walk home And just to show who's master I write the poem.


by Maggie Estep | |

Fuck Me

 FUCK ME
I'm all screwed up so
FUCK ME.
FUCK ME and take out the garbage feed the cat and FUCK ME you can do it, I know you can.
FUCK ME and theorize about Sado Masochism's relationship to classical philosophy tell me how this stimulates the fabric of most human relationships, I love that kind of pointless intellectualism so do it again and FUCK ME.
Stop being logical stop contemplating the origins of evil and the beauty of death this is not a TV movie about Plato sex life, this is FUCK ME so FUCK ME It's the pause that refreshes just add water and FUCK ME.
I wrote this so I'd have a good excuse to say "FUCK ME" over and over and over so I could get a lot of attention and look, it worked! So thank you thank you and fuck ME.