Romance Friendship Love Poems

We never engaged in the pleasure of love-making,
they banned us from giving embraces and kisses:
how belief shaped the naiveness of our minds... 
making us fear...

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We never engaged in the pleasure of love-making,
they banned us from giving embraces and kisses:
how belief shaped the naiveness of our minds... 
making us fear...

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Love, friends and friendship became a puzzle  for me
This puzzle that I could hardly solve became a tragedy 
That I found myself in the...

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When your heart touched mine,
There was joy – there was fire, more than just desire,
A promise melted every darkness, erased every shadow,
Taught me that the...

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She is your friend.
It’s what you always say.
She loves your little friendship
And the fact that you are friends.
She cherishes it dearly
Because somehow you are hers.

But...

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Relationships are built 
On foundations.
Where some are firm,
Others are flimsy.

We often forget
What relationships are.
With a change of title
Comes immense pressure.

‘Boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’
In terms of ourselves.
Even...

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We talk about crushes
Found in reciprocation 
Of feelings
Inevitably leading to romance.
The crush that flutters stomachs,
Turns faces red,
And shys the bravest of all. 

Crushes where
A confession
Makes...

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I want his warmth and broad shoulders, 
I’ve cried on them so many times
but tonight I don’t reach out to him
asking to dry my eyes.

I...

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My Heart,
My mind,
You thought you could take it,
My life,
My time,
Yeah, you thought you could twist it,
-And now it's ov-er,
No more Mrs. Nice guy
Time to say...

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Like a sigh, your love runs soft, well
Vast as the seas, both warm and good
One tear bids the soul fear of hell
Wade o’er the dark,...

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It now and then, a little stone 
 about his love said

Busy with the voice that  in unison said

Now my love for me is...

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Bitter and sweet runs our inspired affair: 
     two brooding friends, in crisis of the heart,
     ...

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My work is identity
The axe in my hand
No blisters to bother me
As for years I just stand

The weeds and the flowers
Call me back down to...

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Rest awhile, 
the day is at its end and you feel broken,
and as tomorrow too seems hopeless,
I will open up my arms to hold you,
so...

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Taste me, I’m sweet like macaroon.
This meeting today was highly opportune.

So many adventures to plan,
Drink my fill; seek to understand.

Enmeshed and ensconced, I bathe.
The moon’s...

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