Spoken Poetry About Love Novels & Stories

I just wanted to hear the words. Ethan struggled to come up with the words but one peck from me, he smiled adoringly, Brushing my hair out of my face. “When have I not loved you? You are dumb for someone who writes a romance” I peered up at him, my chest almost swollen from his sweetest words. “Just say the word,” I urged, pushing him a little.

I did next thing I planned, I read out a short poem that kept making her smile. "I have a poem too... but it's majorly like an envision or envisage. How I imagine our relationship to be like, after marrriage. The title is 'Confessions to the man I Love." I smiled, she really do wrote a poem for me. "It's lengthy, just listen attentively." she added clearing her throat. "Confessions to the man I love." "I love the way you stare at me especially when you think I'm not looking." "I love the way you hold me in your arms at night."

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

Their love made sacred in touches, in whispers, in the heat that bloomed between them. They made love slowly, reverently, with a softness that defied time. Each kiss was a prayer, each caress a thank you, and each shared breath a vow of forever. In that quiet sanctuary, they poured out all they had left to give—every ounce of love, every fragment of trust, every spark of hope. And as the night deepened, and the waves outside continued their eternal, unhurried dance, the stars blinked down on a love that had been forged through storms, but now stood—unbreakable, unwavering—beneath a peaceful sky.

she answers me, closing her eyes, as if she were traveling back in time and reliving her adventures. “Well, I thought they were talking about cakes, but for me, the best thing is a man who loves me; sexual relations without love are just sex; on the other hand, with the loved one, it is making love.” “Of course, says the poet Ximena, who has only had one man in her life, of course a magnificent stallion,” says Liz to my sister, tapping her on the arm, causing her to mention this, “Careful, too rough; I'm still delicate.”

And my heart was stabbed by a hundred knives. “Stupid! Why are you crying when you didn't even really love me and betrayed me? But my love, you have totally changed, you can even hold a sword like that,” my mind said and I smirk, I don't know what emotion I should feel right now. Anger! Pain! Loneliness! I continued walking, I'm looking at every corner of this place, and saw nothing. "I guess my love escaped again this time," I muttered as the sound of hissing air is all over the place.

Snow stood up and read aloud, "life gets lonely when you're alone. O'er the years and time it fades. Verily, life is a journey not to be journeyed alone. Everlasting passion is yours if ye reach." "Alright class," Patricia called, "what spell is it?" "A love spell." They chorused. Patricia nodded, "and after the acrostic weave we have the ekphrastic weave, this form is more clearer than the rest as you have only to simply state what you want. But then, such lucidity requires an awful lot of connection, in other words it isn't widely used. An example please." Inara stood, "I need a guide." "What spell is that?" Asked Patricia.

Brianna suddenly remembered poetry she once had read in a book: 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. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love,

“Oh my lover, my whole world, For you, I fight to come right home I am nothing without your touch, your smile. This war is long, and I can’t say When my weary feet will tread back along the welcome path To my one and only soul, To my angel and my home.

I look at you- and I want to kiss you More than anything I just want a kiss A kiss to tell me that you trust your lips against mine. A kiss to prove to me that I can still see the world with my eyes closed. A kiss to remind me that actions truly do speak louder than words. I look at you- and I just want to kiss you -Affectionate Poems.