#Feels: 3 Beautiful Spoken Word Poetry Pieces About Love and Pain

At one point in our lives, I’m pretty sure we’ve all experienced love and pain.

And some people use these two powerful emotions to produce beautiful compositions that we can all relate to. Thus, these are #feels translated into spoken poetry through creativity and artistry.

Watch and read these three beautiful spoken word poetry pieces about love and pain.

3. Scars/To The New Boyfriend by Rudy Francisco

Love Poem is about the things a man wants to say to his ex-girlfriend and his ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend. It talks about the uncensored thoughts and emotions you feel when you found out that the woman whom you thought you’ll be spending the rest of your life with is now with another person.

Best line: “I was told that time would heal all wounds, but what exactly do you do on days when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?”

If I could,
I would nail these hands to the edges of stars,
I would sacrifice this body to the sky
Hoping it resurrected someone spiteful enough to not care about you any more.

Staple me to a cross,
Pierce my side with a broken promise
And I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.

Loving you is the last thing that I felt really good at.

You wanna know how I got these scars?
See I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.

I whispered you stardust,

I spoke you into sunflowers,

I dipped my hands into forever,
I touched you infinity,
Treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber,
I was good to you.

You wanna know how I got these scars?
See I swallowed my pride,
And then it clawed its way out of my mouth.

I realised that I was never really your boyfriend,
I was just your fucking height man.

I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox.

Yes I said smallpox.

I hate you,

But I still miss you,

And a part of me I still loves you.

It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional.

I heard that over ninety percent of human interaction is non-verbal so

If I could,
I would tie your arms to a daydream
And then auction you off to my fondest memories.

To the random dude who started dating my ex girlfriend two days after we broke up – yes, I saw that shit on Facebook. Now when I realised that you were in a relationship with the girl that I thought I would someday spend the rest of my life with, I walked outside, I said to myself “there is no way Ashton Kutcher is gonna catch me off guard”. I waited 45 minutes, and then I realised that there hasn’t been a new episode of Punk’d in damn near four years. So I guess I’m the only practical joke in this entire situation.

The first time I saw you and her in a picture
I wanted to take my entire arm,
Shove it inside of the computer
And snatch the happiness right off of your face.

If I ever see you in the street
I’m probably gonna punch you in the throat.

I apologise in advance.
And I know- I know that it makes no sense to have this much anger towards a man that I’ve never actually met face-to-face,
But my definition of love is being robbed in an alley
Eight times in a row and hoping there is
Something about today that makes all of this different.
There is nothing logical about cutting off the most important parts of yourself and then putting them inside of hands that shake, that tremble, that crack like a Haitian sidewalk.

There is nothing rational about love.
Your love stutters when it gets nervous,
Your love trips over its own shoelaces.
Love is clumsy,
And my heart refuses to wear a helmet.

Cupid is fucking irresponsible
And I’m tired of him using me for target practice.

I was told that time would heal all wounds,
But what exactly do you do on days
When it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?

She always wore her heart on her sleeve,
So tell me, then why the hell do you look so familiar?

I think I’ve seen you somewhere in her smile.
Like I’ve heard your voice in her laughter,
Like I’ve smelled your cologne on her thighs,
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints we would only find yours.

I have this envelope,
It’s full of all the butterflies I felt
The first time she relaxed the Velcro on
Her lips and smiled in my direction,
I think most of them are still alive.
I guess these belong to you too.”

2. When Love Arrives by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

When Love Arrives is “a poem about the expectations and realities of love”. It gives emphasis on how even though the real version of love is way different than the things on your head and imagination, the best thing to do is to just welcome love when it arrives and let it leave when it must.

Best line: “Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t.”

“I knew exactly what Love looked like in 7th grade

Even though I hadn’t met Love yet, if Love had wandered into my home room I would have recognized him at first glance – Love wore a hemp necklace.
I would have recognized her at first glance – Love wore a tight French braid.
Love played acoustic guitar, and knew all my favorite Beatles’ songs.
Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.
And I knew I just must be searching the wrong class room, just must be checking the wrong hallway.
She was there, I was sure of it.
If only I could find him.????

But when Love finally showed up – she had a bull cut!
He wore the same clothes everyday for a week. >3<
Love hated the bus.
Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles.

Instead, every time I tried to kiss Love, our teeth got in the way!!!

Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to Ben’s house.
Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor but made sure we never miss a slow song.
Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up that’d be “Hello”… “Hh..” “Hello?” “Hh…” “I guess I’d hang up.”

And Love grew.
Stretched like a trampoline.

Love changed.
Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth.
Loosing parts of me I thought I needed.

Love vanished.
Like an amateur magician everyone could see the trapdoor but me.
Like a flat tire – there were other places I had planned on going.
But my plan didn’t matter.

Love stayed away for years.
And when Love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.

Love smells different now, had darker eyes.
A broader back, Love came with freckles that I didn’t recognize.
New birth mark – a softer voice.
Now there were new sleeping patterns.
New favorite books.
Love had songs that reminded him of someone else.
Songs Love didn’t like to listen to, so did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly.
We found jokes that make us laugh.
And now Love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.
(But Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.)????

Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.
Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.
Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. :<
Love is messier now.
Love is simple.
Love uses the word boobs in front of my parents!
Love chews too loud.
Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.
Love uses a smiley face in her text messages.
And turns out… Love shits. :]

But Love also cries;
And Love will tell you “You are beautiful”, and mean it.
Over and over again.

“You are beautiful.”

When you first wake up, “You are beautiful.”
When you’ve just been crying, “You are beautiful.”
When you don’t wanna hear it, “You are beautiful.”
When you don’t believe it, “You are beautiful.”
When nobody else will tell you, “You are beautiful.”
Love still thinks, “You are beautiful.”
But Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget.

When you need to hear it most, “You are beautiful.”

Do not forget this.
Love is not who you were expecting.
Love is not what you can predict.
Maybe Love is in New York City already asleep.
You are in California, Australia, wide awake.
Maybe Love is always in the wrong time-zone.
Maybe Love is not ready for you.
Maybe you are not ready for Love.

Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see Love is 20 years after the divorce.
Love looks older now but just as beautiful as you remember.
Maybe Love is only there for a month.
Maybe Love is there for every firework. Every birthday party. Every hospital visit.
Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must.
When Love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”
If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.

Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet.
Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”

1. Love Poem by Mary Fons

Love Poem is for everyone who loved people who do not love them back, for those who are alone but wish they have someone right by their sides and for those who are in pain because of love.

Best line: “I’m sorry I couldn’t love you. you deserve love. I’m sorry I couldn’t give something to you, you deserve to be given to. I’m sorry that for every person that loves somebody, another person just doesn’t want to.”

“this poem is for the pillow clutchers, for those looking into the imaginary eyes of the person who fills their mind with sugarplum smiles, for those who have a cannon of dreams ready and waiting to blossom, for the men and the women who want to be understood in that way that only someone who kisses you can understand you, this poem is for you.

this poem is not for the desperate. the pathetic. the lame. the loser. not for the one who hasn’t gotten laid in awhile. not for the one who says they’re “choosing not to date” for awhile. there is no such thing. this poem is for the people who cannot bring themselves to admit that they would give their right leg for any length of time with the person on their mind.

forgive me. I am not a brave woman. I do not know what lurks in the hearts of humans and I don’t really want to know. if what’s there mirrors memories I show in my face on bad days it holds kisses that are long gone/people who have disappeared. and passions that have faded into the ether of the past. nothing lasts. that is the one lesson this coward can say she is able to teach.

this poem is for all those who wish to say “I’m sorry”. I’m sorry I couldn’t love you. you deserve love. I’m sorry I couldn’t give something to you. you deserve to be given to. I’m sorry that for every person that loves somebody, another person just doesn’t want to, and sometimes we’re the lucky ones, right? we get to feel sweet truth in the night. the bodies we reach out to are miraculously there/but I know the despair that comes when they are not. I know the long nights and the doubt and the fear and that crawling back to a womb that just isn’t there. I know intensity’s address and the letdown that rents there. I’m sorry for it, it takes years off your life and it cannot be avoided.

and some times these little words are crutches for the crush that we feel. so this poem is a pathetic vehicle for me to tell you, each one of you, that I love you in so many ways, in the same ways that stay up nights and days dreaming up the perfect way to be there for someone, meals you would cook for them, poems you would write for them and the things you plan to say when they say no. well I love you. and you will never know how in the slight of a magician’s hand we could’ve been lovers and grandly in love, could’ve changed the whole game, written words on the horizon, changed the compromise. but you will know something else instead. bitter as bitter ever gets. more bitter than a rotten peach pit. more bitter than a child’s most terrifying nightmare at night. you will know that I don’t reflect what I see in your eyes. we will share some banal recognition, some cordial understanding but have I mentioned that I love you for not lying? so many people lying all the time. I hate them. so I love you and you will still go home alone and that is very hard to do.

for all the humans with love for those who aren’t their lovers, I love you.

and so the poem ends because we know that it will, but before it slips away like everything else. I will attempt the only words I can think of that are a fraction as good as a kiss: when you reach out at night and find not someone but the cold grey light of day that wakes you up like a slap, like a curse, like an insult, I love you. when you stay at home thinking of those who are long gone or those who are getting kisses from someone that is not you, I love you. for those who want what they probably need and whose bodies are starving not for food, for me and for you and for all the people who never knew or understood what you would do for them, I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Which one did you like most? Tell us in the comments.