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Romantic Prose Poetry Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Romantic

These Romantic Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Romantic. These are the best examples of Romantic Prose Poetry poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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A Surprise

                                  ~ A Surprise~
 I just found out how addictive I will become when you will embrace my                             
             irresistible body to conquer my appetite and yearn to engulf my                             harmonious body into your arms while sleeping next to me in bed. Love Me.
                      Welcome me spontaneously to lay me down        
             yearn for my seductive body undress me affectionally propose
                    to love and carry me away as your newly wedded wife.
                                      
        Embrace me tonight,hold my face to freshen my lips,desire my                  charm into your arms,steal away my youth sincerely,I love you when
    you cuddle me softly to caress me eternally while allowing your silhouette        closer to mine for us in unison reach out towards our continuos non stop     breathing till this endless night comes to the end of our honeymoon with a
                                       Huge Surprise
                I just found out my darling I am already pregnant. 
            Isn't It beautiful for you to become Husband & Father the same night. 
                                         Oh Yes! Yes!                    
                                           
Therese Bacha
  22/4/2013



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I Knew That You Were Waitting

I knew that you were waiting                                                                                                        Somewhere between the last war                                                                                               And the next kiss                                                                                                                               And that you where dreaming of sweet angels and vampires                                                         Because they have always known                                                                                                     In spite of John Cameron Swayze and timex                                                                                        Or the mechanical of Mickey Mouse                                                                                                           That the nights are always longer                                                                                                    I knew that you were waiting                                                                                                                  For the summer to turn to silk again                                                                                              And carry you away before the next big flood arrived                                                                        Before the thunder and after the lightning                                                                                             Before the smoke and after the fire                                                                                                Before the dance and after the song                                                                                                Before the hope and after the the prayer                                                                                       I knew that you where waiting                                                                                                          Like an eagle's wing and a child's song                                                                                               I was waiting too


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For you, My Love

“For you, My Love”

I watch you sleep
Dark limbs entwined in sheets
The strength you show even while asleep
Makes my heart skip a beat
You are the one I’ve come to love
The one who exhausts me in fiery passion
The one who knows how to make me purr

Bless the day we met
At the carnival two years prior
Avoiding the crowd 
I walked right into your arms
Spilling my chocolate milkshake 
Over the front of your white coat
As I looked up into your hazel eyes
Saw the sadness replaced with light
Time stood still
You said something 
But I could only hear the sound
Of your heart beating 
Getting hold of my senses 
I jumped back fumbling in my purse for tissues
With a “your coat is soiled, sir”
You replied velvet voice “you owe me for damages, miss”
My mouth still hanging open 
We exchanged business cards

Anyway, long story short
We found each other
Love found us
Our exchange of rings at the altar
Promise of a lifetime of love and understanding
Holding each other in the palm of our hands
Kissing me awake with your loving touch
It thrills me thinking about it
You are my shelter
My home


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A bed of Ashes

I found myself needing something more than a tender curve of dimly lit flesh.
I needed a woman's fire that could stoke my soul into a living rage.
I needed a courageous lioness to teethe my muse and let the pain
in my brain bleed unto the Earthy canvas before me.
The salt of my skin wept unto her, and she made it steam.
She was a cleansing fury that damned the man I once was.
She tore me apart so that I could become something new.
Sometimes there is beauty in destruction,
sometimes forgiveness is born out of pain.
She let it rain inside of me when she left,
and I found myself in a bed of ashes.
A new man.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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Mary Beth

Mary Beth You remind me of the sun, soft and warm. Not yet touched by the hands of December days. Maybe October's fingers have fondled you skin, but not enough to leave scars of chilling days. I Love the sun as I Love you, winters frighten me away, they're so cold and bitter. Please, avoid December days, and I'll bring on August months. I believe in you.


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True Love

When you put your hand in mine

It feels as through we stopped time

When I look into your eyes

I know where your heart lies

Even when you say my name

That alone means everything

The gentle touch of your lips

Takes my breath away as through it was our first kiss

When you got down on your knee

I thought my heart might flee

As you said those words to me

My heart felt as if it was meant to be.....


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I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


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My Last Romantic Moments

I know I truly love you, Every day when I see you I fall in love all over again. I have looked so many times The moments in your eye's And I know what is love. I found the one whom My soul loves. You my beloved my sweet Dreams of night, The precious raindrops On Sahara desert, The first bud of my beautifully Decorated garden, The only fool-moon On my lovely sky. You are the most valuable and Important part of my life. The song of the dawn, The coolest breeze of summer, The extra bit of specialty Which very much important For any successful occasion. You are my last destination, My madness, My words of consolation, My last romantic moments.


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Lost in Your Eyes

I feel myself being pulled out of my body 
into wondrously beautiful orbs, 
so deep and mysterious but yet so full of emotion and life. 

As I enter I am immediately infused 
with the most profound feeling of love and kindness 
that my only thought is that 
I have passed into the very place imagined by many to be heaven. 

An immeasurable power of comfort and compassion swirls around me 
as if it were a mist made up of tiny soft flowers, 
beautiful and vibrant, smelling like a meadow in the springtime 
when everything that is new begins to bloom. 

The sky is colored a soft and calming blue 
that gives a promise of a lifetime of warm summer days. 
I wander through this place aimlessly but unafraid that I am lost, 
and then I see a form in the distance, 
a vision so beautiful that my eyes struggle to focus 
and my mind is barely able to comprehend. 

As I look upon this angelic presence I am suddenly aware it is you, 
your face softly gleaming with the radiance of life and love itself, 
sending it throughout this place like the sun lights the earth. 

Your hair, streaming upward 
and giving the very sky its color and promise of everlasting summer days, 
your arms feeding the mists of comfort and compassion 
that swirls and drifts through every part of this wondrous place 
and blankets it with your tenderness. 

At this moment I realize where I am, 
I am in a place I never want to return from, 
I am lost in your eyes......


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Patiently Waiting For The Right Answer

A friend to her, for decades from the innocence of children to the adventures of teenagers and even the stupidity of best friends all well shared and enjoyed to a point the gods ask why the wait and beg for the next level. He sees all the possibilities to make her the care-taker of his heart. Thinking he's the only one with eyes open he made his confession attached with an honest recommendation to his amazement she looked at him and said "you are so nice, but like a brother to me'. Switching to the next damsel who's no where near cold but soft, tender, meek and charming. He allows her control the pace and lets her gentleness maintain the tempo. Feeds her with poems and makes her drunk with happiness with hopes going higher, reaching the moon she looked at him and said "sorry! I am not yet ready". He jumped into the next wagon having an available space for a beauty and meets a potential 'second half' pretty, quiet and an introvert. Worships her right from day one letting lose the net of affection, half in magnitude of his efforts will strike the tenderness of a millepede but it got her scared as she looked at him and said "I just had a heart break; I'm so sorry" Watering a fresh new flower growing in a familiar garden just close by, makes him grow in creativity as he engage in constant words exchange and creating wonderful serenity around her. Huge investments and time well spent coupled with passionate research in equipping his machinery of jokes and laughter sums up his passion and carefulness in his latest trial which seems worthy of the medal. Constant updates on his outlook and becoming the number one specimen for fashion were not enough as she looked at him and said "You still have no swag" So many disappointments made him stronger, wiser and smarter not even a forest of wild beast will make him turn his back to the beauty and escapades of life. The moment he tried to pause, the period he wanted to take a nap; the Queen bee passed by. A simple hi and a conversation led to series of memorable meetings, having in mind, the worst is a "no" and her welcoming countenance, a proof to nothing yet, he asked with no expectation in mind then she looked at him and said "Yes! Sweet heart. I want to be your girl"


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