Spoken Poetry About Love Novels & Stories

"Janice! You already have yourself four days of this suffering, do you really need to tangle your self even further in the spider's web?" I sigh and groan again. "Jeez you're such a mother." I scoff at her. Her initial question that reminded me of my hell bound punishment rings in my ear and I turn to look at her, "No don't wait for me.Ciara would be waiting for you."

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

"In the soft pulse of life that follows, Love, sublime essence, reveals itself. A feeling that the heart welcomes, And in the union of souls, it reveals itself. It's in the symphony of days lived, That love intertwines in every step. It's the warmth that warms wounded hearts, And wraps us in its sweet embrace. From love is born the strength that leads us, In moments of pain and joy. He transcends matter, light shines, And guides us in the search for harmony.

He smiled affectionately that how adorable she looked. "Yami, I love you" he smiled and repeated just for her. "Like a man loves a woman?" she asked looking at her innocently. "Like a man loves a woman. Like a poet loves his poetry. Like an artist loves his art. And like Abhimanyu loves his Advaita" He said the last part in his mind but the remaining sentences were enough to make her heart content. She never expected to get back her love, but here she is. And she knew after this there is no turning back, not that she wanted any.

I was in the bathroom in my apartment, water cascading over me, when those words resurfaced. "If I were to say it in plain English, I can't stop thinking about you. But in the realm of poetry, I would say that since we met, I couldn't focus all day at work in your absence. Finding the right words to express my love for you is a challenge, for whenever we're alone, my mind seems to cease functioning. Everyone here knows me well, and for quite some time, I had fallen out of love. It seemed impossible for me to feel that way again, despite the presence of beautiful women. My heart had closed indefinitely, as if the goddess of love had journeyed far away. But on that first day I laid eyes on you

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

His eyes sparkled with reflections of the aurora, as beautiful as the sky itself. "I love you deeply and devoutly, in a way I have never felt for anyone else. You are the light in my life, driving away the shadows of my past. Since our reunion, there hasn’t been a moment when I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with you... "I wonder if you’d give me this chance to hold your hand and walk through life together?" Before he could finish speaking, Jessica extended her hand toward him. She nodded while crying, saying, "I will."

They press together, soul on soul, and trade their wounds for sleep. One speaks in sighs, the other still, yet both are saying stay. For love like this—without disguise— won’t ever drift away.

Audrey’s breath fogged up the glass as she stood at the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The world outside was quiet, still mockingly so. The moon hung high, casting its pale light on the garden Larry had planted for her two years ago, when he still loved her, or at least when he still tried to. She scoffed under her breath. “Love,” she whispered bitterly, “what a pathetic illusion.”

She sat down again, with a meaningful space between us which got me to smile lightly, of course, she wasn't aware of my smile, because her face was buried in the book she was not reading, she was just avoiding my eyes. "Back to the poem; Poem for My Love by June Jordan." I read out the title of the poem and its poet before handing the script back to Adrian. "Read out the poem Miss Williams." She took it from me and began reading, "How do we come to be here next to each other in the night Where the stars that show us our love are inevitable Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness In the rain Falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh." She raised her head to glance at me, "That's all Dr Raph