Poetry Love Quotes

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Broken.As I search for hope, In the same eyesI lost it.

I build boxesand place them at your feet, to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

I bleed to un-break you, un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Careful.The fall is quick, steep, and permanent.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!

Love will find you when you least expect it to. It will come unannounced and find you in an unusual moment on the strangest of days!

all the parts of mei did not show youwere the onesi wanted you to notice.

Only fools lay claims where lovers thread for when such love is renewed, lovers dance upon their heads.

I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.

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All beautiful distractions, ignites from you.

Everything is all right, When you’re here, When you’re right next to me, When my hand is in yours, Don’t leave me, Don’t leave me empty handed.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

She has a charm that is incomparable. She has a beautiful heart that flows with love. And she has a sensitive soul that enthralls with magic. She was the spark I had been waiting for all my life.

She gave me hugs that were like oxygen to a dying man and uplifted my soul!

I think the way the sun shines on you has nothing to do with the sun but everything to do with you.

A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you.

In the Light of your Wisdom, You Shine. In the Midst of your Truth, Your Faith is Evident. From inside your Spirit, You are Love.

A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough, I knewI was in love.

I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us.

No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little.Your lips are sweet, and your eyes are precious to me.No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little....

I knew I loved youwhen 'home' went from being a placeto being a person.

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

Moments caught in time. Simple memories spread out before me. Timeless reminders of how life goes on, even when it feels as if you cannot.

His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.

After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse.All I need is to write.Because, 'Poetry forgives.

It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful.

When you find your twin flame you also find your freedom, for there is nothing more exhilarating, wild and free than absolute soul love.

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.

In your sky, you are the brightest star.Without you light, it’s dark like tar.So love yourself to enlighten others.

You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love

Imagination makes the worldand all the wonders in it.The seed of every dream unfurlsas you with love begin it!

Real poetry is art at its purest sense. It is never a commodity, but a breath of eternity.

Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would

They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.

What haunts me most about her eyes is the pain I put in them... In the corner of my dark soul Her passion is dark like a kohl She is giving new meaning to these feelings She is complete she is whole.

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.

Kill the part of you that believes it can't survive without someone else.