Love Poetry Quotes

“To
Fading self

The fear that life will shatter again
And the pieces you glue; will not be the same.”
― Yarro Rai, Abyss :

“I gave you home in my thoughts,
kept you warm when you were alone.
I loved you in dead, sleepless hours
and in the thrilling nights
when you’d pay me a visit in my dreams.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“I loved the beauty
of your unspoken words,
hidden excitement behind your eyes.
I praised you by every breath that
exited my lungs,
with every shy smile on my lips.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“Read me like your favourite book, word for word. Sing me like your favourite song, beat for beat. Take a walk with me in your dreams, hand in hand. Chant me like a prayer, bead for bead. Hold me in your arms like I am magic, dark, cursed yet loveable. Love me the way no one has ever been loved before.”
― Sakshi Narula, Lover

“Just like a rose, our love
unfolds itself with time.
From its beginning bud,
a blooming most sublime.
And with each passing year,
such sweeter scent it yields.
Come laughter or come tears,
more petals are revealed.”
― John Mark Green

“On photographs,
I was smiling at you,
with a smile of a ballet dancer who's owning the stage while her feet are bleeding.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“If I could imagine
a snug place to sleep in,
it wouldn’t be
a bed of feathers,
but the nook between
your shoulder and chest
where my head perfectly fits.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“I didn't love like the women who swiped left and right from one heartbreak to another. I couldn't just trade some skin for scraps of attention from men who would never use a Swiss knife to declare their love for me, by scraping my initials on the bark of an old oak tree or promise me a forever with a lovelock on Ponte Des Arts. I needed a Romeo. I deserved a Shakespeare in love. I deserved a man who had birds flying out of his ribcage every time he saw me smile.”
― Sakshi Narula, Lover

“My Beloved, don‘t be heartless with me.
Your Presence is my only cure.
How can I be left with neither a heart,
nor my Beloved?
Either return my heart, or do not deny me
Your Presence.”
― Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, Nobody Son of Nobody

“I wish I could live in a sentence, incarcerated for life among your words. I want to be that flower, that lost count of its breaths somewhere in a haiku or a sonnet, lifeless and wrecked, smeared in ink, in a dusty pile of books, swallowing sunshine by your window.”
― Sakshi Narula, Lover

“When thinking of you,
my loneliest nights smile
like grass,
fighting to sprout when kissed by sun.
Because of you,
I'm feeding of nectar of hope
and all flowers want to grab my hand,
as if they're growing because of our love.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“Most things between a woman and a man cannot be understood, it's why people invented love poems, a way of filling in the silence.”
― Joseph O'Connor, Shadowplay

“Are you lying to me
in order to provoke the hurt,
or you are hiding the truth
because you want to delay my pain?”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“Once we were
just the two
tiny, green sprouts
that brought a desert to bloom,
in a harsh, dry and hostile clime.
Now we are alone…
The solitude will inevitably return
and never the time.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“Daunted by the
depth of the shallowness of your heart,
I chose the wings of freedom
to lead me to belief and faith,
to the deserted island of my sentiments,
of memories that wanted to
feed on the wrecks of the sunken ships…”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Baghdad Nights

“My heart cannot conceal
its love for you.
It is still able to miss
the memories it no longer
remembers,
for love needs neither
reason nor foundation
to exist.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Baghdad Nights

“I will pack
and turn my back on you,
taking my chances with mediocre poetry
to immortalise faded colours
of our tattered love.

I will pack,
coating my heart with a thick layer of ice.
I will pack my tears and all I have lost,
my lost innocence, my warmth,
hard earned patience and the dreams of our children in our hands.

Stay well, my only one.
No words are left to tell...”
― Tatjana Ostojic

“Our prize was solitude,
question after question,
I have no answers to…
I ponder why’s your love,
just like the ocean wind,
so easily changed its direction?”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“You knew rainy days were to follow,
that our spring had come to an ending.
You started, mercifully,
surrendering to my love with deception,
that elevated me in a dearer way
than the true love of a wrong man ever could.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“And if I’d die
just after one day
of being loved by you,
that would be equal of
one thousand years of a mortal
who’s never felt harp strings
pulled by angels
through the heart.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Baghdad Nights

“Only these four eyes can see the reflection of us,
for the soul never lies confronted with its truth.
Like the forest that's hiding the secrets in thick canopies,
but the string of light always makes its way through.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Baghdad Nights

“I called you in agony of worthless moments
spent without you,
to find comfort in imagined kiss,
to find freedom
in untamed desire.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“I waited for you through pain, despair,
happiness, uncertainty of hope,
while waiting to hear – I love you,
to burn together,
to revive the fire,
leaving nothing but laughter
in the end.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry

“Love came and emptied me of self,
every vein and every pore,
made into a container to be filled by the Beloved.
Of me, only a name is left,
the rest is You my Friend, my Beloved.”
― Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, Nobody Son of Nobody

“An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.”
― Laura Chouette

“If we don't bring others close to us then who will bring us close,
If we don't shake hand first who will come forward to shake hand with us,
If we don't smile at others who will smile seen us,
If we are not happy seen others happy who will happily see us happy,
If we don't take care of others then who will take care of us,
If we don't respect others who will respect us,
If we don't think of good for others who will think good of us,
If we don't tell the truth then who will tell truth for us,
If we don't change ourselves then who will change for us.”
― Aiyaz Uddin

“There is a love poem in here somewhere, it still has baby teeth A precocious pearl in an unopened shell, adamant and stubborn that it wants to love you, so baby please let it! There is a love poem in here somewhere, and it burns like autumn. Dirt stained on the sidewalk, in a pile of deciduous leaves, at loggerheads with the wind that it wants to love you, so baby please…let it”
― Sakshi Narula, Lover

“We facing the world together is the only thing I once believed,
Without you it has been ages since I’ve existed and not lived,
Every hour, every minute, every second when I breathe,
A bunch of memories of pain and anguish I wreathe.”
― Namrata Gupta, A Silent Promise

“When I got you, I felt like a princess without having been crowned,
With the solemn pledges of love, weren’t we bound?
I loved you so much, yet you put me aside,
And this is how the scars of your love leave me, smiling from outside but dying from inside.”
― Namrata Gupta, A Silent Promise

“We will not meet,
my words will stay
close to your heart.”
― Avijeet Das