Long Poems About Love
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Long poems about love. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
NP_NP
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 9:16pm
20th Feb 2025 9:16pm
10 Years
"I don’t want you to hate me," He says
Then she says, “I could never hate you,
You built a strong woman with your insults.
Now I know what I will and won’t put up with.”
You taught me to cook,
How refreshing it is to bake cookies at midnight.
You’re the reason I dance
In the frozen section to music I never knew.
We bonded over our broken pasts,
Both of us screaming childhood screams.
We saw the worst in those
Who were supposed to love us.
Insults echoing in our homes. ...
Then she says, “I could never hate you,
You built a strong woman with your insults.
Now I know what I will and won’t put up with.”
You taught me to cook,
How refreshing it is to bake cookies at midnight.
You’re the reason I dance
In the frozen section to music I never knew.
We bonded over our broken pasts,
Both of us screaming childhood screams.
We saw the worst in those
Who were supposed to love us.
Insults echoing in our homes. ...
#breakup
#dark
#gothic
#love
#sadness
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 2:38am
20th Feb 2025 2:38am
we are immortal
It's my best friend's birthday
and I sent her a text
saying
"happy I'm-glad-you're-not-dead day"
because her Peter Pan complex
demands I not remind her
that every year she's getting older
And her inner child might be
eternally switched on
but she somehow does adulting
better than me
though we both wish
we could just say "fuck it all"
and run off to Neverland
where responsibilities go to die
and imagination is free to rule
Her complex...
and I sent her a text
saying
"happy I'm-glad-you're-not-dead day"
because her Peter Pan complex
demands I not remind her
that every year she's getting older
And her inner child might be
eternally switched on
but she somehow does adulting
better than me
though we both wish
we could just say "fuck it all"
and run off to Neverland
where responsibilities go to die
and imagination is free to rule
Her complex...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#love
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 11:06pm
19th Feb 2025 11:06pm
Good Night
Amy's waking up to a half-empty bed
Looks around for her other half
It's me, I'm by the window, looking out at the rain
Another winter's come to freeze the dark
She says she's ok
I wish I knew the truth
She shivers and stutters over the cold
I guess we were children in ice
She wraps her arms around me like a blanket all tight and warm
Says "I'm sorry..."
What for?
"I'm sorry I'm leaving"
Why?
"Because you deserve better and I'm freezing"
Amy's the chill in the air that shivers on my...
Looks around for her other half
It's me, I'm by the window, looking out at the rain
Another winter's come to freeze the dark
She says she's ok
I wish I knew the truth
She shivers and stutters over the cold
I guess we were children in ice
She wraps her arms around me like a blanket all tight and warm
Says "I'm sorry..."
What for?
"I'm sorry I'm leaving"
Why?
"Because you deserve better and I'm freezing"
Amy's the chill in the air that shivers on my...
#love
#memories
#sadness
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 2:31am
19th Feb 2025 2:31am
hands~
I recognize you
So delicately
By the sight of your hands
Memories tease my brain
Of fingertips tracing my every curve
I told you I hated them
So you pulled them closer to you
Tangling us into one
To feel every scar
Caused by prior wounds and broken skin
You loved them
I could never wrap my head around that
To be admired for the things that kept me up at night
Violent depictions for me
Were glimpses that made your voice shake
Hips that fit...
So delicately
By the sight of your hands
Memories tease my brain
Of fingertips tracing my every curve
I told you I hated them
So you pulled them closer to you
Tangling us into one
To feel every scar
Caused by prior wounds and broken skin
You loved them
I could never wrap my head around that
To be admired for the things that kept me up at night
Violent depictions for me
Were glimpses that made your voice shake
Hips that fit...
#hurt
#love
#lust
#memories
#passion
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 6:30pm
17th Feb 2025 6:30pm
~my gallant spelunker
You had seen death &... felt it
all through its mysteries & pain..
challenged it like an Avatar..
& had come back .. here again..
kicking alive.. it’s a miraculous
divinity.. You are nothing but
God.. “
the flying sparks of this fiery
towering bonfire… of this a messy
rainy day over this steepy hill slope
of a difficult terrain… you are carried
here by your loving souls’ in their
palanquin of united hands.. you
wrapped up in...
all through its mysteries & pain..
challenged it like an Avatar..
& had come back .. here again..
kicking alive.. it’s a miraculous
divinity.. You are nothing but
God.. “
the flying sparks of this fiery
towering bonfire… of this a messy
rainy day over this steepy hill slope
of a difficult terrain… you are carried
here by your loving souls’ in their
palanquin of united hands.. you
wrapped up in...
#courage
#healing
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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Cobra1101
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 11:16pm
16th Feb 2025 11:16pm
Blind anger
Blind Anger..
I don’t like you for no reason, I know I’m dead wrong, I’m mad with myself so I need someone like you to take it out on,
See you the type person that’s been hurt before too, like you the type person go to work and come back home, that get hurt before two,
Two, p.m that is, like you ain’t been through enough, like you got a million tucked, like your daily life battles do not get rough,
Like I’m right for this, you wrong for that, looking for what you did to me, I just still can’t name that yet,
I know you did something,...
I don’t like you for no reason, I know I’m dead wrong, I’m mad with myself so I need someone like you to take it out on,
See you the type person that’s been hurt before too, like you the type person go to work and come back home, that get hurt before two,
Two, p.m that is, like you ain’t been through enough, like you got a million tucked, like your daily life battles do not get rough,
Like I’m right for this, you wrong for that, looking for what you did to me, I just still can’t name that yet,
I know you did something,...
#love
#ShortStory
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 6:17pm
16th Feb 2025 6:17pm
Psalms Of Passion For The Warterloo Queen
Oh tears of Isis cover me in your droppings. You flow from the eye of Horus. As the great Euphrates rivers is gallantly drifting.
You are the life power of spring showers. You are the rising tide of the oceans waving and shifting.
The red clouds at sunsets, when the blue skies are enchanted by you so the day light slipping into the darkness that the moonlight is gripping.
Oh I say to you my Queen, you are the soothing of raindrops, And Solomon falls in love with wisdom,as your wetness is caressing his dreadlocks.
My Waterloo Queen you are the...
You are the life power of spring showers. You are the rising tide of the oceans waving and shifting.
The red clouds at sunsets, when the blue skies are enchanted by you so the day light slipping into the darkness that the moonlight is gripping.
Oh I say to you my Queen, you are the soothing of raindrops, And Solomon falls in love with wisdom,as your wetness is caressing his dreadlocks.
My Waterloo Queen you are the...
#admiration
#love
#respect
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 5:41pm
16th Feb 2025 5:41pm
~the trans-ease-shun #2 :: from (the not so) False Organisms to Fake Orgasms
trancing in your white velvetine translucent
thoughts.. I try to catch the sparking flames
from your hazy glimpses.. sliding smooth in
soothing lukewarm touch ..
catalytic
of a thick chemo burn of your abrasive
matchstick.. over this phosphoric browns
of my skin.. a torching singular flame
arises in a crunchy incremental acoustic
..triggering
a layered yellow & blue concentric eyeing
rings.. blazing unto a holy sooty blackening ...
thoughts.. I try to catch the sparking flames
from your hazy glimpses.. sliding smooth in
soothing lukewarm touch ..
catalytic
of a thick chemo burn of your abrasive
matchstick.. over this phosphoric browns
of my skin.. a torching singular flame
arises in a crunchy incremental acoustic
..triggering
a layered yellow & blue concentric eyeing
rings.. blazing unto a holy sooty blackening ...
#conflict
#fire
#hypocrisy
#love
#spiritual
116 reads
5 Comments
COOPCAT
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 10:20am
16th Feb 2025 10:20am
LOVE IS
Love walks in shadows and in light,
It is a whisper in the darkness,
I cry in the dawn,
It is a river that does not seek banks
and a root that grows in the storm.
Born at the dawn of two glances
that are found without being sought,
in the unnoticed touch of two souls
who, without knowing it, were already called
since before the first dawn.
Sometimes it is a blanket of calm,
a warm silence on rainy nights,
the sigh that dances between lips
without needing to be heard.
Other times it is fire without a...
It is a whisper in the darkness,
I cry in the dawn,
It is a river that does not seek banks
and a root that grows in the storm.
Born at the dawn of two glances
that are found without being sought,
in the unnoticed touch of two souls
who, without knowing it, were already called
since before the first dawn.
Sometimes it is a blanket of calm,
a warm silence on rainy nights,
the sigh that dances between lips
without needing to be heard.
Other times it is fire without a...
#love
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
Love of a Preacher Man
Written from a journal entry about Shawn.
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
#admiration
#Christian
#love #religion
#love #religion
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KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
440 reads
65 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 12:02pm
14th Feb 2025 12:02pm
~(‘Amaraththuvam’) ~Amaranthus :: the eternal
grasses have dried to be the sun-eaten soiled
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
#JelaluddinRumi
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#music
#spiritual
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