Spoken Poetry About Love Novels & Stories

separated her from the lover. "I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

The world fades out, there's just the sea and sky, and love's sweet song that never says goodbye. "The ocean's hum, a lullaby so deep, sings tales of ages, promises to keep. "In sync, their steps write verses on the sand, a timeless dance, directed by love's hand. "And as the tide comes in, as it will do, it leaves their footprints fresh, love ever true. "For every wave that sweeps the shore away, their love remains, steadfast, come what may." His voice was mesmerizing. When he recited poetry, it felt as though being drawn into a profound depth. Every word was articulated with exactness, carrying a timeless allure that was utterly captivating.

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

He whispered. "So am I...Always and forever." I whispered back. He glanced at my lips and came closer to kiss me. I heard the applause and screams of the people around us, especially since Chris didn’t immediately let go of the kissed. Love is beyond dating, kissing, and making love. It's all about everything. Love can endure anything. It has the ability to forgive whatever mistakes you have committed. Love gives light to the heart that has been swallowed by the darkness. It will showed you the light of a new hope for love.

She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying. "Are you sure you want to know, it's rather boring," "I don't think you have the ability to bore me, Hannah," she replied her words probably meaning a lot more to me than it did to her. "The line is actually from Sappho 16, it is a love poem, the genre for which Sappho is actually best known, it praises the beauty of the narrator's beloved, Anactoria and expresses the speaker's desire for her now that she is absent. It makes the case that the most beautiful thing in the world is whatever one desires," I explained looking over to her and she smiled.

My eyes flitted towards Michaels, and he had a knowing grin on his face. She continued, “My heart so full of bliss, I’m at a complete loss for words.” She giggled, “guess that’s why I could never talk right around him, always misspoke.” “The perfect love for me, Is the one that sets me free, Where I can be myself, And know that I’m loved for me.” The only sound now was growls, hers included, but then she spoke in a whisper, “stupid poems, only having you think about a person and then pow, smacks you across the face with reality.”

that's literally just milk and cereal in separate bowls. "Revolutionary," he deadpans. In the poetry section, he stops and pulls down a slim volume with a worn cover. Flips through it slowly until he finds what he's looking for. "Listen to this." His voice drops lower, intimate in the quiet space. He reads a poem about two people finding each other again after years apart, about second chances and choosing love despite fear. The words are simple but devastating, made more so by the way he reads them—slow and deliberate, like each line matters.

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

he asked and I took time to think of a perfect response to his question. "Every man wants a woman who loves him but I don't want a boring type of love, like the typical boy meets girl and in the blink of an eye, they fall in love. I'll prefer it if we start off by fighting, bickering and almost pulling each other's head down rather than just be like the typical boring, I love you, I love you too couples. The idea of driving her crazy to the point of loving me is something that gives me immense joy," I replied to him and he broke into guffaws, attracting unwanted attention.

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.