Latest
Home / Posts filed under Romentic Poems
Showing posts with label Romentic Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romentic Poems. Show all posts

A Love Poem Unknown Lover


A Love Poem Unknown Lover

Soft caresses
from someone unknown
A sort of kindness
I’ve never been shown,

Warmth from one
Seeped to another
Feeling shared
From a unknown lover,

Tender kisses
Upon my lips
Gentle hands
Graze my hips,


Eyes closed
As I feel his love
A sort of feeling
I’ve never thought of,

A love so strong
So true to the heart
But like all things
It soon must part,

The pages end
I close the cover
I say good bye
To my unknown lover...!!!



Read More+

Best Poems About Nature a Large Poetry Collection of Nature


Morning.

As the hummingbirds were hovering
At the awakening of the Morning Glory,

Awakening from the bowels of the sunrise 
And you were basking and smacking your cherry lips,

As you sucked the dewdrops of the morning
I kissed you as you were blossoming and blooming...!!!




A Village Story.


Krishnakali In the village they call her the dark girl / but to me she is the flower Krishnakal
SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?

You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.

I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.

When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me.

When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ramayana, and the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading.

But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?

When in the evening you went to the cow-shed with the lighted lamp in your hand, I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story.

"Where have you been, you naughty child?"

"I won't tell you, mother." That's what you and I would say then...!!!




“Redwoods line the little pocket of near-the-sea park”

Redwoods line the little pocket of near-the-sea park
we deem John Muir’s proper lair,
trees clustered dreaming aloof yet not lonely, 
so many serene and cunning uses in their green hair:
nests for animals, birds chiefly but not only,
where the feather-light mat of canopy seems to mint
flora like coin and can sound its light drum
to the skitter of woodpecker and rare salamander,
then the trunk’s grand long midriff 
and shallowly-entrenched root-clutch
sending burl-shoots high or sideways,
subtle essence and all kinds of knowhow,
insect-survival hints held archive-deep in the bark,
cones ready to shoot seed and start
the deep earth-stirrings a little at a time warily,
in the urgent time when comes
heavily and smokily the fire.
Deep as passion the red and alive the glint
of sunlight igniting the green’s own brilliantine choir.
Half-burnt-out and hollow the giants fairly
shrug and sigh and aspire higher.
towering like mighty Ossians of Scotland
above the forest floor’s fern and sorrel,
above even the easy poetic grace of bay laurel.
And always the alive hum feeding the lyre,
the wind’s soft yet restive whirrings
through the redwood’s Aeolian harp strings.
Over the Mountain!!!

Duino Elegies done! This, Rilke’s cry
to all his friends and lovers in blissed-out ink…
now I too feel the primordial “mountain high,
perched watchtower over my own just-scaled long heart-sink
upslope brutal to thighs, heels, shins, knees, ankles.
So nearly lost, so many times bruised, made lame:
gust-beaten twists, leg-braced torques up chimneys, at angles,
slips into the void avoided up slant moraine
broken as my eggshell scuffle and scramble.
Spread calm soft over my soul, pretend how vain
was the climb, or that this was all cat’s paw, goat’s nimble.
If I let amazement ricochet through this frame
joy goes into the gorge. Don’t undermine
what’s left. Be valley, be grape. Hold tight to your vine...!!!





Surprise.

I have held so much faith:
watered daily the roots of love
when every leaf of this tree was blasted
by freezing winds, every branch twisted by lies.
Too much salt I poured into the soil;
but nature is forgiving.
I know this. Head and heart, I know
that nature gives, forgives,
and blesses faith.
Spring returns because it will,
not begged, but built
on star's pull, on earth's tilt,
on leafmold's rotting pages.
Faith, have I not turned these sad, dead leaves?
So now when sweet sap learns again to rise,
when blossoms peel, unfold and glow,
and love with time grows wise,
why, my faith, my shy one,

do I feel so much surprise...???


Read More+

Ke Meri Saans Ruk Jaye a Romentic Ghazal by Parveen Shakir



Labon Ki Sarsarahat Ke, Bad Choor Honay Tak
Main Tujhko Is Tarah Chahun, Ke Meri Saans Ruk Jaye

Khataon Par Khataein Hon, Na Ho Kuch Baat Kehne Ko, 
Main Tujh Mein Yun Sama Jaon, Ke Meri Saans Ruk Jaye, 

Na Himat Tujh Mein Ho Baqi, Na Himat Mujh Mein Ho Baqi, 
Magar Itna Qareeb Aaon, Ke Meri Saans Ruk Jaye, 

Tere Honton Ko Jab Rakhon, Main Apnay Hont Kuch Aise, 
Yaa Teri Pyaas Bujh Jaye, Yaa Meri Saans Ruk Jaye...!!!


Read More+

Dear Love The Poem

Dear Love The Poem..


Dear Love

Dear Love, also known as
spindly, pernickety oaf-hands-and-face;
You are largely and on the whole fantastic.
Your ribcage is,
on occasion,
concave and semi-detached
with bird nesting in it caress.
L too am the roof.
Your limbs are too long
for skin to hide.
Decidedly withering.

I struggle to exceed you.

If your teeth were to
snap off and
snap the entire realm
I am sure you will remain
stuck in the lining of my pillowcase
as L think you up in my solemn bed
You are structurally sound

in the presence of imminent collapse...!!!


Read More+

When I Look At You My Love a Romentic Poem

When I Look At You My Love a Romentic Poem..


I look at you
and see something
everything
taht i can't put into words,

you're evevrthing good in life
bundled into a single human being
almost bursting at the seams,

a creature,
in need of love,

and i am willing
to go to the ends of the earth

just to give that to you...!!!


Read More+

Would You Love Me A Romentic Poem


Would You Love Me? The Poem

Would You?

Would you protect me?
Fight for me?
Be with me?
Would you be there when I cry?
Would you be there to help me try?
Would you make me laugh?
Would you make our love last?
Would you open up to me?

Vent to me?
Never pretend with me?
Would you let me help you?
Would you tell me what you desire to do?
Would you look to me for comfort?
Would you let me show you what you are worth?
Would you play with me?


Daydream with me?
Say anything you want to me?
Would you trust me?
Would you never lie to me?
Would you let me do the same?
Would you play me like a game?
Would you pressure me?

Hurt me?
Curse me?
Would you throw me away like a broken doll?
Would you say I meant nothing at all?
Would you grab me and never let go?
Would you hug me and ask me not to go?
Would you let me help conquer your fears?

Wipe away your tears?
Introduce me to your peers?
Would you keep me a hidden secret?
Would you never speak of it?
Would you block me off?
Would it be your loss?
Would never do these hateful things?

Never be mean?
Always let us be seen?
Would you show me off to the world?
Would you make sure I was heard?
Would you apologize after our fights?
Would you really treat me right...???


Read More+

Best Poems About Life All Time

Best Poems Collection  About Life..



The Tree of Life

Coiled spring, analogous
tension & pressure,
prehistoric neighborhood,
cauldron of nuclear power:

we were drinking gin &
tonics from the planet’s jaw
when the news came. Roses
are red, violets are blue jeans;

cupcakes are cop-food, death
is a dinosaur (extinct, et cetera)
whispering the future is an
old friend shouting “don’t

be afraid.” Dear degeneracy,
dearer street map of Texas,
dearest thrust-to-rocket ratio

from which God puts cock to
abyss: Modernity, my fucker,
is the natural language
of structure; our goodwill
gets complicated when

we break Hell in unsimple
shapes. Fourth of July,
fifth of July, sixth of stellar
lighthouses surrounding

space, seventh: one is
always coming upon some
American city whispering I am
some American city & I am

the desire to be within it
when the sun fries. We dance
under the asterisks, dip our
toes in the ink. The odds the
stars will write our sentence

remain incredibly low...!!!





Play in the Dark The Poem

Even the cold hearted do not like to be cold
Their life quivers
Close to shatter
Those who stay in the dark are easy played,

Even the warmest people do not like to be hot
Their life overwhelming
Close to explosion
Those who stay out to play get left in the dark,

Even the dark hearted do not like the dark
Their life in fear
Close to nightmare
Those who become the dark rather not play at all,

Everyone deals with darkness and parts they do not like
Their life sold in secret
Closed off to others

It is pointless to play where you cannot see...!!!




Love Overdosing The Poem.

some in love with that material but
love enters my life like a miracle and
it’s reciprocal and ubiquitous 
love exhibiting our natural behaviors
like making it under the moon in jamaica,


giving voice to my soul
it’s my heart you’re living in
it’s your ocean I’m swimming in
love’s potion overdosing
is approaching...!!!

This is not your typical love letter.
I am in love.
Not with the guy next door
or the charming jock

Or even the bad boy...!!!




No, I am in love with the people on the streets.

I am in love with their smiles.
I am in love with their surprise when their casual How are you? doesn’t turn out to be rhetorical.
I am in love with their intense honesty when I ask them the same question in return.
I am in love with the hope that swells in their hearts when I lock eyes with them and they realize they might not be invisible after all.
I am in love with the artist and musician and scholar in each one of them.
I am in love with their humanity

And nothing breaks my heart more than seeing their downcast gazes fixed on the hard, unfeeling ground
As if they don’t believe themselves worthy to be seen

I wish I could just place them in front of mirror
So they could understand how beautiful they are
Especially during those moments
When someone else reassures them that they truly do exist.


I am in love. But I don’t know how to tell them yet.


Read More+

Love Songs Make Great Memories

Love Songs Make Great Memories The Poem..


Love Songs Make Great Memories

It happened in an instant
All it took was half a verse
The quiet strain of music
Caught within my ear,

Sending me into gasps
Time traveling to when
You and I listened smiling
Swooning over each other,

And the song that spoke
Our euphoric love story
And my memory played
Like an old record player,

Scratchy and worn
Over the words and promises
Your gentle inflection
And lovely catchphrases,


Sending shivers through me
Unchecked smiles
All drenched in a simple song

The most perfect memory...!!!


Read More+

Best Poems About Life And Love

Worlds Best Poems Collection about Life and Love with Beautiful Pictures..



Peace and Quiet the Poem.

I want you to stay. 
Like the old coins and bread crumbs, 
I want to find you tucked between my couch cushions
when the rain has me so lonely, 
I go looking for you in the only place I know you’ll be.

You are hand knit and fresh brewed. 
All wool socks and tattoos. 
You are small town pretty, 
a lighthouse in an old Texas dust bowl. 
You are long road rest stop,
dark sky and bright stars.
You are peace and true quiet, 
the place I leave my permanence when I feel held down by this life of hiding. 
You are the body I call home, 
so when I drive too far to turn back I don’t feel gone, just drifted.

You have built entire lives on the idea of running,
entire families on the absence of home. 
Can the open road really hold you like those couch cushions could?
Of course it would if you’d let it.,
of course I would if you’d let me.

Quit hiding so hard.
Just let it happen like it always will.

I want you to stay, 
because I don’t wanna have to go...!!!




A Night on the River the Poem.

The water was smoke, we fell in
To the fog of that river in summer time
As if we believed we could inhale
The entire ocean. You wore cut off
Shorts and a blank shirt, your face
Forgot what make-up was for a moment.

For a while we forgot our time
And believed, once again, the world
Was flat. As if we could fall off
At any second into oblivion. 
I would have followed you
Forever, as we floated that river
Unafraid of where the world might end...!!!




Sometimes the Poem.

I wonder if you’ve thought
about capturing our moments
in small polaroids 
or quick snap shots
the way I sometimes
capture my thoughts of you
down on stained napkins
perfectly creased paper
sometimes even on my skin
when I think a thought
I can’t get away from
and it’ll assault me
over and
over
just like there’s no escaping
ink on the skin
until you wash it all off
and scrub at it
after dedicating all of your attention
to that one
patch
of skin.

Like the patch of skin
under your belly button
that my tongue is dying 
to learn the taste of.

Or that patch of skin
even lower,
that I’ve only touched
for such a short amount of time
I’m not sure whether 
I should jump and rejoice 
or fall to the ground crying
in want and desperation.

Would you keep the picture?
If you took one of me
even the worst of pictures
showing me in all of my 
uneven, stretched out glory
would you keep it
and let it assault you
like I’ve kept my poems?

Have you thought about
capturing these memories
or am I 
again


alone...???





Closet Time the Poem.

I stored you in my
Closet,
Some time ago.

I take a peek,
From time to
Time.

It is only in my
Darkest of hours,
That I seem to need you-
Scratch that.

It is only in my
Darkest of hours,
That I know
I need you.

I sit in the closet with 
You,
And cry into your arms.

You put a bandage on my heart,
Like a school nurse,
And with a kiss,
Release me back into the world,
Like the messenger pigeon
I am.

At night I
Will stare at the closet
And feel too scared to
Approach.

I’m scared
That you will lash out
One day
And destroy me for
My cruelty and 
Neglect.

The same cruelty and
Neglect
That I cry to you about,
Then pass on to you,
Like a disease.

But,
No,
You never do.
I open the door,
And there you are waiting.

I cringe when I
Realize
The time we spend apart,
Is the time you spend
Waiting for me.

I cry to myself,
Because I know
You will wait in my closet
Until you die.

Your heart
Has had a gaping hole
For so long
That you find 
Life in my closet
A less lonely life
Than the life you lived
With your grief.

I diet often,
Making myself
Smaller.

I should’ve been making myself
Bigger

To fill that hole in your heart...!!!




The Pawn Shop of Broken Dreams the Poem.

Come on in
What do you need?

I’ve got shelves stacked high, full of old unwanted things
I’ve got astronauts, billionaires, and movie stars
I’ve got quarterbacks, artists, and drumming gods
Cowboys and pilots and preachers
and doctors and lawyers and preachers
We’re all told to reach for the stars

But sometimes we fall hard

and I’m the man who goes to the crash
and picks up the pieces that are left
Most of my trips are to old toy boxes
picking up old dinosaurs and matchboxes
Because this was the freedom we once had
To escape the reality of how bad this world is
but now reality sets in
Mortgages, deaths, and check-ins and check outs
Have defined our exsistence
and don’t have that freedom we once had
playing bang bang you’re dead

And if you’ll look up and down the street

You’ll see we’re on skid row
Where you won’t be confronted by men in three piece suits
but rather druggies who have nothing to lose
because they pawned off all their dreams to me
Yes, I am the owner of the pawn shop of broken dreams
I have so many plans you won’t ever see
Stacked high on my shelves for you to strain to reach
And if you’ll look high enough
There’s that house that you’ve always wanted
But it’s over priced and over your head
So you give up instead
And over there, that’s the job you hoped for

That you lived, breathed, and paid for
But you let it slip away, because you won’t work for it
And there are those legs that your brother needs
The treatment that your father breathes,
The insulin that your mother bleeds
But you don’t want to talk about it
You feel as if you close your eyes it will all go away
and tomorrow will be a brighter day
But this shop has all those dark clouds you tried to block out
it has something for you, and you, and you and… me
You see, there’s a special place in the back for me
Filled with my personal broken dreams
Back there I have my college degree
A spot on the songwriting scene
A star on Hollywood Boulevard
and even the key to your heart
Leaving so soon?
Just remember where this place is
Because in the showcase, hanging in the glass
Is your future

And it’s going fast...!!!




Be Alone No More, My Love The Poem.

You’re all alone

Those green eyes hold
So much pain
So much darkness
You feel as though there’s no one there
Who will understand
Who will connect
I see that
And it tears at my soul
Seeing your pain
Is like ripping my heart out with a dull knife

And I’m trying to reach you
As fast as I can
Because you’re terribly close to breaking
Can’t you see me past the lights?
Of course you can’t
But you can feel me
And I’m hoping that’s enough
To give me a chance
To get into the light

And grab hold of your hand

It’ll happen soon
You’ll see
Just keep on going
Wait for me
And you will be alone no more

I will be alone no more




The world and You The Poem.

Roses are red, violets blue
It seems like living has become hard to do
But there is a story to be said of the world & you.
I know that you think that humanity is doomed
But as long you are still breathing, that is far from true.
Stay strong & make it through
Because within struggle is truth
You have strength so powerful
You can find the beautiful
In wonders so awful.

There is something incredible inside you
That marks you a force the world cannot lose
For you bring life meaning & your mind is the tool
That makes the world more tolerable.
The story of the world & you will never be complete
Until the last breath you breathe

So please

Keep making the best of your humanity.
Because as roses are red & violets are blue

True wisdom & power in this world lies in you...!!!




Faceless The Poem.

I know you feel me
Just like I feel you
I could hear your heart beat twenty times faster
Because I was near
My heart beat just as fast
I am faceless to you
But you are not faceless to me

I’ve seen you
I know your face well
And I know you looked
And I know you tried
And I know you held on so tight
By the end of the night

But you had to let go
We both left in different directions
You heading towards the light
Myself barely there
But don’t worry my dear
You won’t be alone for long
You’ll be seeing me soon
When I am no longer


Faceless...!!!




Don’t Take Away The Poem.

Just tell me now
How I found
Someone so willing
So determined
To fight for me
Everything will be okay
Is what you say
Each and everyday
And I believe it’s true
Nothing will keep me from you
Distance in miles
But not in heart

Don’t take my
Feelings away

I want this more,
Than anything
Tell me now
Just how you feel
Take my hand
And say the words
Look into my eyes
And see my faith
In all that you are
In all that we can be
In all that we are

Don’t take my
Feelings away

Let this last
I keep you close
When I think
About all I want
You’re in my mind
I don’t want you to,
Fade away
Stay close to me
Take my hand
Once again
Follow me
And just believe
Everything that I say
And that mean

Don’t take my
Feelings away

When you’re near
Whether screen or skin
I know I’m better
I can believe
That I do deserve good

And it’s you...!!!



Let You Go The Poem.

“let me go”
That’s what you said
To me when I give my heart to you
I close my eyelids

And saw flying images,



Memories
I know you didn’t mean to
But you wounded me
Right here, where my heart is
If I could just open my beating heart,
And make your wish come true

And make you happy.



I’d do it
Even if my heart won’t beat again.
That night when I got home
I drank lots of coffee
Trying to keep my eyes open
Just so I can remember your arms
And your twinkling eyes
If I could just make you happy
I’d do it
I swear I would I’m doing it right now

I let you go...!!!


Read More+
Random
 
Frontpage Blogger Theme © 2013
Powered By Photosz.Com Back To Top