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Hey Guyz! Do you have Romantic Poems? If you do can you please post it here? I want to read romantic poems, I've already read so many poems, but I want more. I like the poems that is not so revealing.
I know that there is another thread about
but that is so random.
If you have please post! Thanks!
PS - I am not EMO
To God be the Glory :)
damn no emo jokes then...
roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you
bad ass one right?
Why do 13 year olds add me, send chain letters, then get pissy when I yell?
Roses are reds
Violets are black
monkey is in the tree
then we are free
there is so many roses roses thingy, is there others?
To God be the Glory :)
Well here are two of mine...
My Love for You
When you are compared with the morning dove,
By the dawning sun, your song is lovelier,
Your face is prettier than that of sacred love,
Hearing your name could not make me happier,
For I would be soothed if you were with me,
And the farther away from me you are,
The more broken my heart, as you can see,
So be with me please, you will not stray far,
To you I give the whole love of my heart,
None other in this world is as lovely as thou art.
Beauty to you,
Is just a flick of the wrist.
What do you do,
When you've just been kissed?
Everything with you,
Is a joyous occasion.
Then how are you so good at evasion,
From men like me?
You are a flirting sight,
To men like me,
A shadow of love in the night.
Blah blah blah blah...
- by Edgar Allan Poe.
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
(I realize he isn't known for his love poems but this is actually one of the poems I like best from him.)
Where is my pumpkin?!
no idea if this is a romantic poem but here you go.
Dark Dawn of the heart
Let the future fade, let the darkness be cut asunder by the light filled blade. let people's hearts finally awake. let them wake from their heart filled pain. the pain in which they lain since time's dawn. there is no might... no fight... only a strand... a strand of memories. I remember those who died, those who cried, those who dared to live their life's trying to dream of a brighter better future. one which we can live our life's in equal love and peace, one in which our hearts are free from a dark dawn of the heart.
I walk a road full of heavy burdens..laugh,and struggle with me:)
Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet... Here is my favorite of his:
It was many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me
And this was the reason that, long ago,
IN this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- That was the reason (as all men know, in this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither angles in heaven above,
Nor demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea…
Also, I recommend Emily Dickinson. Her poems are deceptively simple, but if you let them sitn and have a flare for the more profound side of words, then you will find them quite thought provoking. She’s my second favorite poet, and has a lot of poems about love…
You know.. I wish my lawn were Emo. Then it would cut itself! :p Jk, of course.
And, if your wondering why Annabel Lee is in caps so many times… I have no clue. I just copied it from a book, which was a pain by the way! So I hope your happy! :p, jk again.
Hopchow.. I love you for posting that poem! I haven’t read it in a loong time!
Last thing: Incase you are wondering, a seraph is an arch angle. They are described in the bible as having sixs wings. They apparently use one set to hide their feet, another set to hide their faces, and another set to fly. And a sepulchre is a term used in the U.K (I think...) Here in America we say sepulcher. They're the same thing. Its pretty much a burial vault... Something like that.
“Yeah, but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could...
He takes my hand and caresses my fingers
He touches my cheek and kisses my lips
He wraps me in warmth and holds me in adoration
He makes my heart laugh; my eyes are singing
He makes me feel beautiful when I feel ugly
He is my source of happiness where there is no other
People say there is nothing funnier then laughter
You can even chuckle some long hours after
You laugh at what is sometimes seen
You laugh at things you do not mean
Yet some where in all hilarity
In amongst that crazy parody
Will Someone please tell me, I’ll give you money
What makes laughter, so darn funny!
Why, when you laugh do people laugh too?
Laugh not at things you say or things you do
Its crazy how when nothing’s funny
People laugh and clutch their too tummy
Will anybody tell me? Wouldn’t you? please, sonny
What makes laughter so gosh darn funny!
Yes, What makes laughter so gosh darn FUNNY!
what is perfect love???~♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡
you're like a beautiful flower
that only comes around once a year
it's so rare that we'll meet
that you'll blossom just for me
let's make this day our best
before there's nothing left
^^ i just wrote this - i am not a poet lol
somewhere I have never travelled,
gladly, beyond any experience,
your eyes have their silence.
In your most frail gesture
are things which enclose me
or which I cannot touch
because they are too near.
Your slightest look,
easily will unclose me.
Though I have closed myself,
as fingers, you open always,
petal by petal, myself, as Spring opens
Touching skillfully, mysteriously
her first rose.
Or, if your wish be to close me,
I and my life will shut,
very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower
imagines the snow carefully
Nothing which we are to perceive
in this world equals the power
of your intense fragility,
whose texture compells me
with the color of its countries
rendering death and forever
with each breathing.
I do not know what it is about you
that closes and opens
Only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
- ee cummings
I know it's a bit sensual, but I wrote this another poet I know.
Her name is uNeEk.
I wanna walk with you with my eyes closed, hold your hand as you lead me through this physical
And with my blinded eyes I wanna envision a feeling thats in the same division of affection, and it likes to play along the border of my mental.
I wanna feel that cool blue tingling down my spine as we generate that sweet red heat, that'll never die, but will always flow underneath my brown skin, untill were ready to go again.
I wanna dance that dance using only our lipps, entrancing one another untill we cant sit still...
And with that I will touch you only to have ny fingertipps melt away. My liquid body spilling into the room untill you're bathing in me. And with your every movement creating pleasurable sensations rippleing, vibrating, and resonating in waves thoughout my aquatic being
Drink me as I envelope your body while we develope a synchroninity allowing my masculininty to merge with your femininity creating a feeling with the intensity of infinity, allowing me to fill you up more than physically, Baby you're satisfied spiritually.
Five hours later as we lay with your tatse in my mouth touching, caressing,embracing, and kissing untill your body gives out. I will open my eyesand whisper with as much emotion as a shout my thoughts, my cravings, and my feelings about you.
Alot of my poetry are blogs on my myspace page. www.myspace.com/cesoul
Love & Light.
Here is an oldy but one of my favorites...its funny too
To his Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
William Butler Yeats - Brown Penny
I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
This essence is,
It is in your smile, eyes and soul.
How we feel,
When we are together.
Something is missing when we are not.
We will always be,
Intimate and unbounded.
Our love will prevail and grow.
Never questioned as,
We are absolutely connected.
Ours hearts are forever shared.
Our touch brings,
Our energy is combined as one.
That is us,
Our greatest strength.
Our eternal destiny together.
(dedicated to my special someone)
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