Novel & Cerita Spoken Poetry About Love

The emotional instability beginning to grow. Then softly— almost calmly— it spoke. “Now let’s see which one bends first.”

"I even prepared something." Elias looked at the paper. Then at her. "You prepared something." "A love poem. Just — listen. One minute." He said nothing. Which she decided to count as permission. She unfolded the paper. Cleared her throat. "Love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." She glanced up at him, then back down. "Love is the fullness of life, like a goblet brimming with wine." She lowered the paper. Met his eyes. "You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?"

The light breathed love. The love was the movement. And it flowed. The rhythm. The spaciousness. The completeness. The all. Always. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the movement. And it flowed. In every fleeting moment. In every quiet pause. In every open chest. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. And that was the essence. The one that endured.

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. Love is in your heart, Love is in your mind. Love doesn't discriminate, Love is always blind. ....

Taking a deep breath, I begin to recite the verses, my voice carrying the weight of emotion and love: "In a world adorned with petals of grace, Where love blooms in the secret space, I find a fragrance, pure and divine, In your essence, my beloved, you shine. Like Tuberose in the moonlit hour, Your love embraces me with gentle power. Through each stanza, your heart reveals, A love that time nor distance conceals. In your eyes, I see the stars align, Guiding me towards love so fine. Your touch, a symphony upon my skin, Igniting flames that burn from within. With every word, you paint a scene, Of love's passion, forever serene. In the garden of our souls, we entwine,

theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear the

19. Hanging out with naked women!!!!! 'I am afraid to love, and yet I love you. My fear is like a wall I walk right through. The wall is there, and yet it doesn’t stop me. I need it still, and yet I still need you.' Sharp 9 O' clock, the clouds out there in the sky were dancing a maniac dance. While here in her room, Aurora sat hell disturbed. In order to kick that hollow feeling of guilt away, she chose to read a collection of love poems by Nicholas Gordon, a poet who penned down one's heart feelings into words.

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’

My baby and I crave that betterment. “Being in love can be painful if you are not sure the love that you gave mirrored the same way in the one you love,” sudden a voice beside me and breaks my solitude. The last time I check, I was sitting alone, yet here he is, invading my privacy. “I never thought that you are also a poet,” I said sarcastically. “Have you forgotten that time changes and so my feelings, and that is valid.”