Romanticpoems Stories

"For the hearts that feel too much, too often, too deeply. These poems are for you" This is a collection of feelings that you all might be bearing. I just want to be someone who understands you.

A book of poems from an amature author

A collection of poems about love, loss, identity, and the slow process of returning home to yourself.

"Agar tum saath ho..." 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏- 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆- 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆.

Love is a strange season. It arrives warm, hungry, and full of promises. It settles into empty parking lots, borrowed cars, sleepless nights, and the quiet spaces between two people. But winter has never been as simple as cold. The Four Seasons of My Love: Act I - Winter is a theatrical memoir of desire, devotion, uncertainty, and the beautiful things that begin to decay beneath the snow. The scenes are arranged according to feeling rather than time. The memories do not always enter from the proper wing. The heart does not always remember its lines. The curtain has only just risen. Take your seat. Winter is beginning.

self

🖤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

ETERNAL LOVE🍀🦚❤️❣️

Story time! In a world where love can begin with a notification, a late-night conversation, or a simple "hey," sometimes the hardest feelings are the ones that never make it past the screen. He was only supposed to be a friend. Someone to talk to. Someone to laugh with. Someone who slowly became part of the quiet hours of the night; the person whose messages you wait for, whose name makes your heart skip, whose presence feels closer than it should. But somewhere between the conversations, the almost-confessions, and the words left unsent, friendship became something more. Something he could never say. He learns to love quietly: through deleted messages, lingering glances, saved conversations, and every little detail the other person doesn't realize he remembers. The cruelest part? The person he loves is already looking at someone else. So he stays. Not because he expects to be chosen, but because sometimes loving someone means becoming their safest place while secretly wishing you could be their home. Unread Between the Lines is a story about digital love. The kind that lives in typing bubbles, seen notifications, midnight conversations, and messages that are written a hundred times but never sent. For everyone who has ever stared at a chat box and wondered: "What if I told you?" And for everyone who has ever loved someone... without ever becoming theirs.

n a moment of serendipity, I rediscovered a collection of poetry inspired by Taylor Swift's "Lover" album-an exploration of love, identity, and the complexities of relationships through a queer lens. Written a few years ago, these poems delve into the vibrant emotions and intimate moments that characterize the journey of love, celebrating both its joys and challenges. Each piece reflects a song from the album, capturing the essence of what it means to embrace one's true self while navigating the intricacies of romance. This project serves as a heartfelt tribute to the transformative power of love and the beauty of self-discovery, inviting readers to experience the magic that happens when words dance to the rhythm of the heart.

This poetry collection is in memory of one of the purest souls I've ever met, she is just amazing. She doesn't know how many of my poems she has inspired. she is my favourite of muses. Get ready to meet her in my words , your imagination. You'll realise there's someone in your life, Whom you can call 'Cupcake ".

Simply You Loving you feels easy, Like breathing without trying, Like truth that doesn't shout, Yet never stops shining.

"Dil-e-Ishq Ke Raaz" takes you on an enchanting journey into the depths of love, unveiling the hidden emotions, unspoken desires, and secret longings of the heart. Each poem in this collection captures the essence of passion, vulnerability, and the eternal dance between souls bound by love. From the first spark of affection to the lingering ache of separation, these verses explore the beauty, pain, and mystery that love carries within. Let these words be your companion as you navigate the delicate balance between holding on and letting go, embracing the secrets that only the heart truly knows.

FEELINGS.

In the labyrinth of love and betrayal, "Masook" unfolds as a gripping chapter in a romance and suspense thriller. This poignant segment dives deep into the emotional aftermath of heartbreak and the chilling twists that follow. Masook, a term evocative of deep-seated melancholy and betrayal, captures the essence of a character who once radiated warmth but now becomes a symbol of lost trust and unspoken pain. As the plot twists and turns, "Masook" explores the profound impact of deceit and the emotional scars left behind. The protagonist, grappling with the aftermath of a heart-wrenching betrayal, embarks on a suspenseful journey fraught with unexpected revelations and hidden truths. In this chapter, the delicate balance between love and mistrust is meticulously examined, creating a narrative that intertwines romantic despair with thrilling suspense. The storyline delves into the intricate web of relationships, exposing how deep-rooted emotions can lead to unexpected consequences and heart-stopping revelations.

**THE PERSON WHO STAYED ON YOUR WORST DAYS** 🌿 Maybe love was never supposed to feel like a storm. Maybe it was supposed to feel like coming home. This poem is for the person who stayed when you weren't at your best. Who didn't ask you to hide your sadness, fix your broken pieces, or pretend everything was okay. The person who sat beside you through the silence. Who knew your flaws and stayed anyway. Who made ordinary moments feel safe. Who became your quiet place when the world became too loud. Because sometimes, the greatest love isn't the one that makes your heart race- **it's the one that finally lets your heart rest.** For the person who stayed. For the love that felt like home. For the hearts that needed somewhere safe to land. 🤍 **A poem from *All the Ways My Heart Has Loved*** *- YOONA*

Love leaves us with so many scars and so many memories.Every place and every thing related to them reminds you and haunts you of the time you spent with them.This poem is about a girl trying to make her way into the light through the darkness that surrounds her.

# The Love I Couldn't Unlove Some loves are never meant to be spoken. They live quietly in stolen glances, unfinished conversations, borrowed moments, and the little pieces of someone's time that we turn into entire worlds. You watch them laugh. You listen to their dreams. You stand close enough to know them, yet far enough to never be theirs. And somehow, you fall deeper. This is a poem about loving someone from a distance-about the beauty of a feeling that was never returned, and the quiet ache of knowing that letting go would mean letting go of the one person you never wanted to lose. Because sometimes... **the hardest love to leave behind is the one you were never allowed to have.** *Some loves are meant to be felt, not confessed.* **- Yoona**

For the distance that somehow feels like devotion, for a name that lingers long after the conversation ends, for all the tenderness I have nowhere else to put. Some loves are not meant to be explained- only carried. -Noir