Spoken Poetry About Love Novels & Stories

I told my new lover about you. How we used to break silence with our stares, targeting each other like guns with hundred bullets. I told my new lover about you. How we argue about table cloths, about which one is better; "A cup of coffee or a tea?" But now I don't drink both. I told my new lover about you. How you inspired me to write poems about the boy I like; not knowing until now that- you were that boy. I told my new lover about you.

Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth. “You can’t question my love like this, Alessandra! It’s innocent! The only thing I’m sure of!” For her, it was the first time she saw a human filled with emotions talking to her. Like a real human. Because every time he was like a robot. A well trained ruthless machine. But at that moment, he oozed out the disappointment hidden inside him. “How? How after you raped me?” “That was rage!” “Was your love so weak that it couldn’t even stand in front of your rage?”

and if that isn't magic then I cannot say what is. Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionary. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" and it gives us the ability to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch.

Then, turning to face her even more, he says, singing in a sultry voice. "If you only believe what you see, you will never find love. One hundred percent guarantees never show the way. The poets agree nothing heals a blind passion, but as soon as you are willing to leap, it saves the day. We've climbed out to the edge of this mountain called loved, and if we jump off together, hold on. Then surprise cause, we rise and light the sky as we fly through the air with no care of the ground below because we know that we know. Sometimes the seeds we sow are like the wildest flowers suddenly blossom and grow in an unexpected place, but only God can bestow love and all its powers, and he has been plan

Dozens of people could see them where they stood. "What does the poem say again?" Xavier asked. He wasn't one for memorizing stuff like that, but several members of the Set - Jackson among them - seemed to have a knack for it. "Our love's as wild as the wilderness, Our hearts as big as the sky. I kissed you where the ground bubbles up And swore to be your guy." Xavier shrugged. "So our clues are the wilderness, the sky, and the ground bubbling up. That doesn't really narrow it down."

she whispered, her forgiveness a balm to both their wounded souls. Her lips crashed into his in a sudden, electrifying collision, igniting a surge of shockwaves that reverberated between them. It was as if two majestic galaxies had collided, birthing a breathtaking spectacle of cosmic fireworks. Stars exploded in magnificent bursts of vivid color, while planets twirled in perfect synchrony, creating a mesmerizing dance of celestial bodies. The sheer intensity of their love shook the very fabric of reality, causing it to shake the foundation of their souls.

Lysandra, her gaze lingering on Sasha and Alec, replied with a soft sigh, "Makes you envious, more like. Such a connection, especially now, is rare." Nebula, her voice echoing a million stars, remarked, "In the vast tapestry of the universe, love is the golden thread that makes everything else meaningful. It's a force even the cosmos can't ignore." Maris, her eyes twinkling like deep-sea treasures, added, "Love is like water, it finds its way, even in the most arid landscapes, bringing life and hope." Alec, drawing Sasha into a more secluded part of the Haven, whispered, "Every second feels like an eternity when I'm not with you. But these stolen moments? They're like fleeting comets, brilli

I whisper, seal our love with a kiss that never dies. "You're mine, Rose," I whisper, "Now and forevermore, My love, my heart, my everything," I adore. "I love you, Roman," Rose replies, her voice barely above a whisper, "Forever and always," our love's eternal, no need to linger. In that moment, our love shines bright and true, A love that conquers all, a love that sees us through. ############

In the silence, our hearts beat as one, our love a symphony, each moment a crescendo. As night enveloped us, our love shone brighter, illuminating every dark corner. We surrendered to the moment, lost in each other, our love consuming us. Tenderness turned to fervor, our love igniting, burning brighter with each passing moment. In the stillness, our hearts became one, our love a single, pulsing entity.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.