Lovepoem Stories

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝟷𝟶 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟷 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛-𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 🌸2026🌸 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏. 𝑨 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. He calls me September when he looks deep into my eyes. He calls me September when he looks away in annoyance. And when we meet again, after all the seasons between us, he pulls me into his arms and whispers- "𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆." Perhaps I was never just a month to him. Perhaps I was every ending that carried the promise of beginning again. Perhaps I was September-making him warm and cold at the same time. Or perhaps I was simply a 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 he is trying, as a 𝒎𝒂𝒏, to understand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝑨 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝑽𝒊𝒅𝒂𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒐, 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

She loved him with a faith that believed even the darkest hearts could be healed. He wanted her with a fitoor so fierce it blurred the line between love and possession. His obsession was dangerous-born of wounds, rage, and a past he never confessed to God. Her ishq was quiet, patient, and unwavering-rooted in prayer, not fear. When his love threatens to destroy them both, she refuses to become his sin. And for the first time, he is forced to choose: hold onto his obsession... or surrender it at the feet of grace. Because some loves don't end in ruin- they end in redemption, forgiveness, and a promise kept under heaven. ________________________________________________________ It's a Desi Christian Romance. I hope u guys like it. Please give it a try!

The idea for this humorous love poem popped into my head one night, and within 5-10 minutes I'd written the whole thing! It was one of those brief flashes of insight that come out of nowhere! I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to like it, comment on it, and follow me! Thank you so much!

Kuch baatein insaan ke dilo mein reh jaati hai kuch khayaal logo ke dilo mein reh jaate hai toh mene socha ki voh khayaal voh khawaab sabke samne laye.💗✨👀

A little collection of my thoughts, feelings, and words that I didn't always know what to do with. I've always found something comforting about putting feelings into words, even when those feelings don't make much sense. So this is my little space to share the things I write whether they're about something deeply personal, a passing thought, a feeling I couldn't explain, or simply an idea that came to me at the right moment. Not everything here has a meaning, and not everything has an ending. Some things are just meant to be felt. Maybe you'll relate to some of it, maybe you'll see things differently, or maybe you'll find a few words that stay with you a little longer than expected. Either way, welcome to my collection of unfinished feelings. ♡

This is a collection of my previous 4 works. They have been combined together. So that it is easy for the reader to go through all of my work easily. I have also added a few new additions to these collections so far. This collection covers the following... 1) A Diary of my thoughts 2) Midday Blues 3) Fading Light? 4) Dawn & Dusk Please leave an upvote if you enjoyed, also I'm not a full-time poet, i only write to lighten up my feelings. My aim is to pour the rawness in my feelings into this collection. So, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes in advance. These words are my attempt to transfer the weight of my feelings, to give shape to the grief that has lingered within me for as long as I can remember. I seek nothing in return for these words. My only wish is for them to exist as a record of my being, a testament that I was here. Each word stands resilient against time, proving that while I am not defined by my grief, it has been a part of me. This book is a chronicle of my love and all the grief that has followed it through the years. Thank you.

A world of poems captured in a single book, written by a girl who played every role: the academic achiever, the loyal friend, the eldest daughter, and more. She was always the one chosen for the top rank, yet she was never the one chosen by love. This collection is a bridge across the years, composed of verses that trace a haunting evolution where the innocent wonders of childhood slowly sharpen into the cold realizations of the real world. Yours truly, RosePoet (Note: These entries are not arranged in chronological order; however, I have included dates to serve as a guide to navigate the journey through time.) Pinterest: Littlemisstaromilktea

She had given up on love. He walked in without warning. Together, they discovered that the most beautiful love stories begin when you stop looking. A poetic journey of a guarded heart learning to fall again - unexpectedly, beautifully, and completely.

Collection of freestyle poetries

🖤Disclaimer: This poetry collection is about sexual desire of a woman for a man that keeps appearing in her dreams. So some poems may contain some explicity, sensual words, etc. . . . . He once appeared in my dream... Then he appeared for the second time... He appeared again in my dream. Is he trying to say something? That is an answer I cannot find. It happened again this week, like it always does. Is he trying to tell me that he is mine? - EVA

Love is not always a fairytale. Sometimes it is a chapter you never meant to read, and sometimes it is the page you never want to turn.

for the ones who used to love me, the ones who broke my heart, and the one who loves me now. and for you. for all of you. ~ catarine hancock's debut poetry collection. covering topics like love, heartbreak, feminism, growth, and more, these select poems from her book will tug at both your heartstrings and your mind.

A collection of some of my poems.

Alrighty here I will share poems I write about love. Falling in love, being in love, having someone, falling out of love, and in it again, etc. Basically just poems about my love life so hope you enjoy! :)

Short poems about all kind of things. Mostly of all, I try to put my thoughts into words. Xoxo

My Eternal Love For You.

A collection of love poetry I've gathered along the past few months

Cause of death: undetermined. What remains has been opened, examined, and left here. ~ If you are looking for the sweet sanctuary of love poetry and devoted confessions, The Autopsy of What Remains will leave you wanting. These poems were written for midnight walks through cemeteries, for those who have always found something beautiful in the macabre, and for the twisted souls who know darkness is not always something to escape... ...because it felt more like home.