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What of a love unspoken?
A mutual feeling, both parties are too scared to name?
Can it live without a title?
Or will it cause pain if claimed?

What is a love unspoken?
Deep conversations in the dead of night,
The moonlight revealing the man under the bravado.

Something with slight glances,
And smiles,
His words are truth,
A reflection of him,

The best of him,
And his love,
Unspoken,

Where in this moment,
Love is enough for him to give,
And nothing even matters outside the world that we’ve created.

What of our love unspoken?
Are all your actions intentional to keep this sacred thing going?

Can it continue to bloom in secrecy when the world attempts to spoil it?

What of our love unspoken?

Will a title to this unknown love halt the growth of something beautiful?

Will it die as heartbreak, and named?

Left to the wind to rot in silence,
As we pretend that nothing happened with halfhearted, unimpressed glances?

What of this love unspoken?
Untitled but noticed
Simple yet wonderful
And to my knowledge
Final

I know that love is complicated,
But my heart speaks with honesty on this bond formed in secrecy,
It's truth when I say our hearts were destined one day to be,

What of a love unspoken?
A reflection of Tupac's "What of a Love Unspoken?"
Mr. Bag Man,
Let go of your rucksack.

There’s only one carryon the bus will let you carry on,
Those bags will only slow you down,
My hand is here to pull you out,
Of the hurts from the past that haunt you.

Bag man,
You’ll hurt your back like that,
Dragging all those bags behind you.

Pack light.

They’ll only get in your way,
And make moving harder for you.

Mr. Bag man,
All you need is you.

Let me guide you to,
The new place designed for you.

Those bags will crowd you space.
Let go of them at a pace that works for you.

Mr. Bag Man,
Let go of those bags,
You’ll miss your bus like that.

If you can’t hurry up,
She’ll leave you at this stop,
with your stuff,
And you can’t miss this bus,
Another won’t wait for you.

It’ll be hard.
The past can hurt too much,
But let her love guide you.

Mr. Bag Man,
Let it go,
All you need is you,
And her love,
In this new place she’ll take you.
Sometimes the baggage is worse than the hurt itself.
Your love is strange
Cold like winter's darkest nights,
Hot like summer days
Ivan May 16
I live between
killing my lover
and loving my killer
Maria May 4
I want to look into your gentle eyes
And drown in them for days and nights at all!
I miss your eyes, where spring lies close.
I'm sad for them, I'm melancholy whole.

My body's darted with a shiver all at once,
When I begin to think of your strong hands.
I know, you'll never come again, my loving
And I will have only my deepest sense.

I miss your chiselled and your noble profile,
Your captivating and so sensual lips.
I wish I could hand back again even on one day
Your blessed soft voice, just though in my sleeps.
Again about love... 🧡
Thank you for reading this poem!💖
matilde Apr 15
I want to know all of your secrets—the ones you won’t even dare to say out loud because they sit heavy on your chest when you try to speak them.
I want to be the silence you trust, the breath you take before the truth spills out.

I want you to hug me when one of us has to leave,
while the other clings, quietly begging for five more seconds of warmth.

I want you to kiss me—softly on the cheek,
then gently on my forehead,
and slowly, like a promise, on the back of my hand.

I want to hold you close in the kind of silence that says everything.
To rest my head on your shoulder when I’m tired,
to feel your heartbeat through your hoodie.
To make you tea when you’re sick,
and stay up late just to check if you’re breathing better.

I want to love you softly.
And I want you to love me gently.

I want to whisper sweet things in your ear,
to feel your laughter vibrate through your chest when you giggle.
I want to scream from the edge of a cliff that you’re mine—
not like ownership,
but like belonging.
Like coming home.

I want to love you the way songs are written about.
The kind of love that lingers on pillowcases and in half-sent texts.

I want to see what your face looks like in the morning—
half-asleep, hair a little messy,
eyes blinking slowly like the day hasn’t quite reached you yet.
I want to kiss your sleepy smile
and press my fingertips to the soft space where your neck meets your shoulder.

I want to sit next to you in quiet cafés,
legs tangled under the table,
your hand brushing mine just because it wants to.

I want to listen to you talk about things you love,
even if I don’t understand them.
I want to watch your eyes light up and fall for you all over again
just because of how much you care.

I want to argue with you about the silliest things—and then I want to make up by kissing you on the nose
and watching you try not to smile.

I want to miss you when you’re gone,
the kind of missing that wraps around my chest like a ribbon,
reminding me that love stretches across distance.

I want to lie next to you on a rainy afternoon,
your chest rising and falling under my cheek,
while the world outside slows down
and we forget what time is.

I want to do everything with you,
but I also want to do nothing with you.

I want to love you in a way that never asks for perfection,
only presence.

I want to see you.
All of you.
And I want you to let me.

And finally,
I want you.
I actually don't have anyone to say this to :p
Elaina Apr 2
Loving
Lovable
and
Loved
Look in a mirror and read this....
Just love me for the differences.
No matter what the difference is,
In times of rain,
Or times of pain,
No matter what the issue is.

Love me like a kid loves cake,
Or clouds love rain,
Or how biggie loves T bone steak, cheese, eggs and Welch’s grapes,

Love me like Martin loves Gina,
How Polo G love Piano in his beats
Be so real,
Be the truth,

Love me like candy rain
And let me be so into you.
Let me be your Brown Sugar,
And you be my baby boo.
Like Love Jones,
Poetic Justice,
Let me be the Mj to,
Your Peter Parker

Love me through the multiverse,
or every timeline in the universe

Love me correctly,
Love me gently,
Love through the beauty and the struggle,

Like Corinthians 13:4-7
With kindness, patience.
Trusting and never failing.

Love me through the ugly and the pretty.
On my worst days when things seem dreary.
Love me even when things get complicated,
In times when it’s easier to stream PND and get kinda faded.
When struggle consumes love and we’re just irritated.
Despite it all let our love stay unshaken.

Just love me through the differences.
No matter what the difference is,
Because love is an art that’ll never reach perfection.
The imperfections of affection is what makes it authentic,
So just love me like this poem,
Hard hitting and genuine.
Savva Emanon Mar 26
In the quiet chambers of the soul,
Where whispers weave and echoes roll,
A sacred bond, a whispered vow,
Between us two, sealed here and now.

No eyes shall see, no ears shall hear,
The tender truths we hold so near.
For this must ever be our thread,
Unbroken, though by time misled.

The world may beckon, loud and grand,
Its curious reach, its prying hand,
Yet what we share, they'll never see,
A universe gently spun silently.

Oh, how the stars conspire to hide
This luminous fire we hold inside!
A treasure buried, rich, unseen,
In fields of shadows, evergreen.

Your voice, a song no bard could sing,
Your touch, a feathered, fleeting thing.
The words we speak in twilight's glow
Are whispers only we can know.

No keys can turn, no locks shall break,
The solemn oath we dared to make.
Not even time, with ceaseless tread,
Can strip this secret we have bred.

Between us flows a current deep,
A river dreams itself to keep,
And in its depths, the truth shall stay,
Unmoved by night, untouched by day.

Let others chase the fleeting gleam,
The transient glow of waking dream.
For ours is hidden, vast, and free,
A realm that lives with only thee.

And so, this secret, bound in grace,
Will linger in our timeless space.
A covenant no eye can see,
Just you, my heart, and only me.
Copyright 2025 Savva Emanon ©
The Poets Loft is my new YouTube Channel.
https://www.youtube.com/@PoetsLoft
Maria Mar 16
I’ll leave you at all, whispering,
So as not to awake you.
I’ll kiss you softly at parting
And I’ll never forget you.

Don’t feel sorry for me, my loving.
I will come to you in your sleeps.
I will be with you there, my dear.
But now I’ll just be in your dreams.

I’ll leave, covered the door behind me.
Don’t try to turn me back.
I’m an illusion, an impossible dream.
And when you arouse, you’ll find my lack.
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