Here are some wonderful poems about kissing. You’ll find poetic pecks and smooching sonnets. Enjoy!
Kiss Me Tender, a poem
by Bill N. Coo
Light feathery white clouds
float around a full moon, while
the wind rustles the leaves faintly.
I move in toward you
to try and capture a kiss,
and you yield for a moment.
Warm, soft, tender, velvet,
sweet to taste; but then
you push me back —
I shall never forgive you for this,
you warn, even as you lean back in
your liquid femininity drowning me —
in bliss.
First kisses, a poem
by Pax Buss
These were first kisses
hot and desirous —
flushed faces
tinged with curiosity
and with thrill
set against the backdrop
of a setting sun
and a cool breeze
up upon a hill
with Venus looking on
at love so guileless,
it hurt.
Kiss Me, a poem
by Lip Cadence
Reality ready to burst in
at a moment’s notice.
Teach me less of me
and more of you —
A fantasy rattling around
that keeps me hoping;
A dream of a kiss from you
that suddenly wakes me.
Kiss Me Stupid, a poem
by Pinch Poesy
She looked as if
she’d cry
if I were to press
just the right buttons.
She looked as if
she was trying to be sexy,
but all I saw
was fear.
She looked as if
she was waiting for me
to kiss her on the lips,
stupidly.
A Small Kiss, a poem
by Eter Nity
I plant a small kiss
on your forehead
and see the future
right there before me
a deep burden
that I place
on you.
Breathless kisses, a poem
by Sir Ender Percy
In a lone and silent hour,
with night making a weird sound
of its own stillness,
like an inspired and desperate alchemist
staking his very life on some dark hope
I mix awful talk and asking looks
with my most innocent love
until her strange tears unite
with her breathless kisses.
[Adapted from Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Alastor]
Her Kiss, a poem
by Austin Dobson
Rose kissed me to-day
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today,
But the pleasure gives way
to savour of sorrow; —
Rose kissed me today —
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
The Kiss, a poem
by Arnold Henry Isler
I met her one night
O sweet little Miss!
‘Neath the stars so bright,
I met her one night,
And to my delight
She gave me a kiss!
Perhaps ’twas amiss
In that fairy sprite
To give me a kiss:
Perhaps ’twas amiss —
But oh! the sweet bliss
I tasted that night.
‘Neath the stars so bright,
O sweet little Miss!
With no one in sight,
‘Neath the stars so bright,
To our hearts’ delight
We gave kiss for kiss.
O sweet little Miss!
What intense delight—
What infinite bliss —
O sweet little Miss!
Lies hid in a kiss.
On a starlit night.
Quotes from Poems about Kissing
As lovers steal to bliss,
The billows kiss the shore, and then
Flow back into the deep again,
As though they did not kiss.
— Thomas Moore