Relationship is just a word,
a cold technical word,
and when you want to talk about
the relationship
it is like a slap in the face—
the relationship?
Don’t you see, I love you!
I’ve cast my soul into you.
Can’t you feel it?
I feel yours trying to escape,
yet you hold it back
behind all those words
that are never yours—
your mother’s,
your father’s,
your friends’—
they all hold you back from me.
Just let go and trust me, darling!
There is no relationship,
there is only you and me,
soulmates, forever true,
waiting to be united.
So throw it all away
and just come to me.
Love me, melt into me,
and let the rest fall to dust
while we hold each other
naked in the night—
there is no relationship
just you and I,
soulmates, forever true.

A Soulmate Poem for Him
by Claire Clerihew
I am a lock.
I am bound up hard,
a gordian knot,
a tangled ball of thread,
a stomach so tense,
it is ready
to tear me apart
from the inside out.
You are the key,
slipping into me,
cutting the knot,
untangling the thread,
releasing the butterflies
so that I melt
into the arms of you,
my soulmate,
forever true.

You’re my Soulmate, a poem
by Mason Monody
I told her,
What you need is a course in love,
that way you’ll find an angel
that’ll settle on you from far above,
but just be careful they’ve no angle,
for you see, even angels,
sometimes have their angles.
But she said,
love is pure and thus it’s simple
and she believed in the possibility
of a partner perfect
meant just for her—
she said it’d be magnetic,
and that already should could feel the pull
but just not see the face.
I told her,
we’ve all got an empty space,
that’s what keeps us going.
And then I said, a soulmate
would be a kind of death—
if I found my own,
I’d surely have to run,
and I’d run and I’d run and I’d run
just as faraway as I could
from that soulmate,
yes, I would.
But she said,
there’s all kinds of deaths,
and some are sweet. That sure we die,
but then we live again
in the arms of our true love.
Well, what are you going to do
with a girl like that—
I kissed her good, I did,
and then she leaned back
and she said,
well, I suppose, at least for now
you’ll do.
And that was that—
I’d found my soulmate true.

The Soulmate Love Poem
by Ivy Idyll
It’s an unbearable norm.
It’s an unwritten promise.
It’s an undeclared wish.
It’s a phantasmagoria
of dreams within dreams.
It’s you waiting for me, my love,
throughout all these years.
And it’s me waiting for you, my love,
throughout all these troubles.
And now here we are
gazing into one another’s eyes
after all the waiting—
so scared,
so petrified of each other’s touch—
Oh, just a little touch
of our fingertips,
and then our hands,
and then our bodies
in an unending embrace.
The heat of your chest
as you press up against me—
your heart beats true,
it’s the rhythm of our souls
as we both sink into each other,
soulmate to soulmate
finally together
and one.

A Poem for your Soulmate
by Vergil Virelay
There’s nothing I can do,
to ease a heartache like this,
for no matter what I do,
I’m always pulled toward you.
I’ve lost so much already
but please don’t take
my other half from me
when I thought I was so lucky.
Love of my life
don’t let us be
another cliché
but come back to me.
Don’t you see just how long I’ll wait
because I know you are my soulmate.

A Short Soulmate Poem
by Emily Eclogue
A soulmate is a lover first
and then perhaps a friend
and then at times maybe a stranger
and or at other times an enemy,
but then again a friend,
and always there, family,
if not in blood, then in soul,
always by your side.

Lost Soulmate Poem
by Ralph Rune
Oh, it was a hollywood movie
come to life,
the dream girl by my side.
Oh, she loved me true and fair
and I could not imagine life without her.
But then she had to leave so suddenly—
Oh, but she didn’t have to leave
and so now I ask but why
for I thought she was my soulmate true,
but now I’ve had to see her through.

The Evil Opposite Soulmate Poem
by Rachel Rondeau
Men are tolerated at best,
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