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Burning incessantly like a rabid fire,
As I stand and reign in this colossal tower,
With no soulmate in sight, not in any hour.

Though in this land, I am beaming with power,
My words get sharpened like a lethal dagger,
Valiant and rigid, expect me not to cower.

Somehow, somewhere, a shadow drew closer,
I thought to myself, what a daring wanderer!
And then welcomed him with a raging saber.

Day after day, ambushed him into crossfires,
My traps and theatricals never seem to expire;
Yet despite all these, he just found me lovelier.  

With him, I have learned to enjoy the flowers,
For he filled me with such devotion and desire;
The kind of love to cherish and admire.
A poem about how love is more than able to break down emotional walls.
Give me your tender lips, and I shall give you breath anew,  
A kiss, like dawn’s first light, where skies are always blue.  
In silence deep, where shadows cease to roam,  
Within your kiss, my spirit finds its home.  

Give me your fleeting gaze, and I will weave for you soft dreams,  
Of gardens lush, and rivers filled with streams.  
In every glance, the world shall gently spin,  
And in your eyes, eternity shall begin.  

Give me your fragile heart, and I will feed it love so rare,  
A love that wanders free, untouched by care.  
Like petals falling from a quiet tree,  
It shall bloom forever, wild and free.  

So give me these, and in return, I’ll offer thee,  
A kiss, a dream, a love that will always be.  
In your heart, I’ll place my soul’s desire,  
For in your love, I find eternal fire.
A Dance of Hearts 26/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
I'd capture the wind
And bring you it's song,
But the breeze slips through my fingers,
It's where it belongs.
I'd paint the sky
With shades of your smile,
But the colors would fade after a while.
I'd weave a tale
Of dreams and delight,
But stories are whispers
Lost in the night.
So I give you my soul,
In whispers, in deeds,
In the quiet moments
Where love truly leads.
For the heart knows no bounds,
No lock, no key,
It's yours, ever after,
For all eternity.
This poem evokes a bittersweet yet hopeful feeling—love may not be contained, but it can be felt, given, and shared in its purest form. The final lines cement the idea of unconditional devotion, making it resonate deeply.
What is love, if not a form of suffering disguised as ecstasy?
A poison sweet enough to sip willingly,
even as it corrodes the soul from within.
Love does not uplift—it devours.
It tears through a man’s defenses,
leaves him trembling, bare,
stripped of the armor he so carefully forged to guard his heart.

To love is to become a slave.
Do not be fooled by the poets who speak of its beauty—
they know nothing of its cruelty.
For love does not ask; it demands.
It seizes the soul, drags it to the brink of madness,
and whispers, “Jump.”

And yet, we obey.
Why? Because to live without love
is to wander a barren wasteland,
where the silence is more suffocating than the pain.
A man who has never loved
has never truly lived,
but a man who has loved and lost—
ah, he knows the weight of eternity.

But the true torment of love lies not in its presence,
but in its absence.
For even after love has withered and died,
it does not release its grip.
No, it lingers—like a ghost haunting the ruins of the soul,
whispering promises that were never kept,
taunting you with memories
that burn like embers in the dark.

And so, we love.
Not because it saves us,
but because, without it,
the emptiness becomes unbearable.
Jucan Mircea Mar 18
Each and every single day,
Doesn't matter what I do,
You're always here to make me pay,
For all the pain I've put you through.
A shallow shell of long lost love,
A vengeful scourge with black tar tears,
You're always here to give more of
My memories, regrets and fears.

You've cursed me, shackled me,
Forever with unyielding chains,
That won't let my heart go free.
My heart bleeds in its constraints.
It yearns for you, its own maltreater,
A masochistic kind of love,
"I don't want life. I only need her!"
It prays and begs to up above.

The chains grow spikes, the blood is pouring,
Every day, a hard fought battle,
And through it all, my heart's imploring
For one last day when it could have her.

No matter where I look,
No matter how much more I run,
Even as I write this book,
I know you'll be my only one.
And even if you've ever cursed me,
I'll accept my lonely fate,
A punishment for all my wronging,
One that I could never hate.
We were meant to be together—
was that not the cruelest lie of all?
Fate tied our hands with silken threads,
only to sever them with rusted steel.

You and I, two halves of a shattered whole,
grasping for each other through the fog of time,
only to find our fingers slipping,
our voices drowned in the silence of the inevitable.

Love did not save us.
It devoured, it burned, it bled.
And yet, even as we walk separate paths,
even as the years carve distance between us,
I know—deep in the marrow of my bones—
that I will never be whole again.
one day I'll find my soulmate
I'll marvel at their eyes
so blue and deep like the ocean with waves that brush up against the damp sand
or so green and mysterious like the endless forest with echoes of birds calling out to each other
or so brown and bright like the earth that brings forth life and beauty
I'll write poems about their smile and their laugh
like the sun shone from their lips like the sound of ecstasy
I'd write never-ending ballads about their heart
so abundant with love
a kind word to say about everybody
one day I'll find my soulmate
and I'll love them like they've never been loved before
They laugh together and cry too
But through it all their love shines true
They find their peace in each other's eyes
A love so strong that never Dies
Their hearts beat as one in perfect time
A Soulmate love that's truly one of a kind
Eve Mar 8
when i lived for the first time,
did i grieve for all the eternities
i would have to spend without you?
(theory of a soulmate crossing multiple lives, never meeting for many lifetimes)
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