Spoken Poetry About Love Novels & Stories

He answered her question with a question of his own. Aria's eyebrows straightened. "No. Why would I hide anything from you? And if you want to ask me something, ask clearly, Aleksandr." Aleksandr raised his chin and blew out a breath. "They say it true, Love is like a slow poison. It eats you slowly, sweetly and you let it. Love is like a poison." "Alexander, are you trying to say something?" Aria asked as she found his words dubious. "Poetry. I was trying my hand at poetry. I heard somewhere that love turned men into poets. I saw it today, it truly does."

They do not speak. Time stands still. Stopping just for them. An eternity to enjoy each other’s company. He watching her. She being watched. Anyone could see the energy between them. It can be felt. Something surreal is happening at that table. To them, it is completely natural, existing at that moment in their own universe.

When he broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. Rhobart brushed his knuckles up and down her cheek before putting her left palm against his chest. Beneath her palm, his heart was beating strongly. He placed his hands on her hips. “We will grow old together. Little feet will run in the hallways while laughter of happiness will echo inside our palace. If you stand in the rain and listen to the drops falling on the ground, the wind howling up high in the mountains, or the waves crashing against rocks in the Endless Sea, all of them will tell you that our love is something so ethereal, Gods and beasts will talk about it.” “I never knew you were a poet.”

Realizing Liam's intentions, Sylvia cried out in fear, clutching his hand and begging. "No, please! Don't do that, I'm still a virgin! I can't have an illicit relationship with you." "Very good!" Liam's voice was hoarse with extreme excitement. Sylvia's beautiful tear-stained face and her perfect body made his lower erection unstoppable, uncontrollable like it was exploding. For a moment, he felt that Sylvia was very familiar, even the ecstatic sweet scent of her body made him fall in love with him. "You have to be mine… forever mine." Sylvia's fingers on smooth skin stimulated Liam's burning thirst for love.

He leaned forward; his hands clasped tightly to her while he suddenly began to recite some lines of a poem. “I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body” Emelda was blushing, smiling, and throwing herself to and fro. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me. I will definitely bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person too and we will have us twice as much love and everything” he kissed her twice and said “Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives awa

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

The rest didn’t matter. --- Sometimes love is loud. Sometimes it’s silent. And sometimes it lingers like embers—refusing to die. --- The End. ? ---

I replied, ladling batter onto the skillet. He nuzzled my neck. “What did you mean, back in the bath, about love being a rebellion, not a compromise?” I smiled at the memory. “That poem—she talked about how you have to fight not just for a person, but also for the space where you get to be exactly yourself. That love isn’t a truce, it’s an act of defiance. Because you’re always choosing each other against something, not just with ease, but with intent.” He let that settle as the pancakes browned, then flipped one, taking over briefly. “You chose me against everything?”

Aarif said holding her hand in his and looking at Shayari who stared at him silently Shayari wanted to jerk his hand off but she did not because it would leave a negative impact. Shayari only nodded her head in response and Aarif smiled a bit and left from there. Wo zehar hai kya Jo kisi ki Jaan na le jaye Aur wo Ishq hi kya Jo kisi ko Dard na de jaye ~Ankita Ghosh (what kind of poison is it if it does not take anyone's life? And What kind of love is it that does not give pain to anyone ) Shayari recited the Shayari (a kind of poem) she read somewhere a long time back.