Due to our name, it’s only fitting that we write about kiss poetry. Literally. As in kiss-themed poetry, not our community. This is not the original reason the name KISS Poetry was chosen for this community but we are okay with people thinking that, or even with the reason morphing into that. Back to the point.

Kisses and the act of kissing have inspired poets throughout history, often serving as a powerful symbol of love, passion, intimacy, betrayal, or farewell. Here are some of the most famous/best poems about this topic.

1. **”To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell** – Although not exclusively about a kiss, Marvell’s poem famously employs the theme of seizing the moment (carpe diem) to persuade his lover to cast aside her coyness. The poem hints at the intimacy of a kiss as part of the broader spectrum of love and physical connection he seeks.

2. **”A Kiss” by Sara Teasdale** – This poem is a quintessential expression of the longing and the ephemeral nature of a kiss. Teasdale’s vivid imagery captures the sweetness and transience of a moment shared between lovers, making it a timeless reflection on the act of kissing.

3. **”La Baiser” (The Kiss) by Renée Vivien** – Written by the symbolist poet who wrote in French, this poem explores the depth and passion of a kiss between lovers. Vivien’s work often delves into themes of romanticism and sensuality, with “The Kiss” standing out as a particularly poignant example.

4. **”The Kiss” by Stephen Dunn** – This contemporary poem delves into the complexities and nuances of a kiss within a long-term relationship. Dunn’s work is known for its exploration of the human condition, and “The Kiss” is no exception, offering a reflective and somewhat melancholic view of love and intimacy.

5. **”The Good-Morrow” by John Donne** – In this classic poem, Donne explores the awakening of two lovers to their profound connection, which is symbolized by their shared kisses. The poem delves into themes of discovery, unity, and the transformative power of love, with the act of kissing serving as a metaphor for the deep bond between the two.

These poems, spanning from the Renaissance to contemporary times, show how the motif of a kiss has been a source of inspiration across different eras and styles of poetry. Each poet brings their unique perspective to the act, exploring its multifaceted significance in human relationships and emotion.

Do you agree or disagree? Which poems would you pick for this list? Let us know in the comments.

Are you intrigued and want to read these poems? We’ll share any that are public domain below (there are two). But, for any that are copyrighted, you’ll need to search the web, purchase the appropriate book, or visit your local library. Always remember to properly support poetry.

**The Good-Morrow**
by John Donne

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?
‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

**To His Coy Mistress**
By Andrew Marvell

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.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.