Romantic Age Poems | Examples
These Romantic Age poems are examples of Age poems about Romantic. These are the best examples of Age Romantic poems written by international poets.
Leigh Hunt's double quatrain -linked centres around 'Time you thief' ,a bio romantic memory of youth from the nostalgia of old age...a typical recurring happening I can confirm as someone very aged myself
And if my words were for you
Singing of your beauty as the robin's song
Would not time be both yours and mine
And all of life be ours?
And if I wrote all poems for thee
No other loves be thine
Would our dreams find winds upon their sails
And all things blessed be ours
And if with time our days grew short
Within your eyes I'd find
The whispering of all I was
When all of life was ours
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I was helpless,
I was shining.
You were knowing.
and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
You were ready.
Age is just a number, you said
grinning broadly like a
little girl repeating a loving fib.
You wanted a protector,
a guardian of devotion.
But I am not your Paul Bunyan,
the mighty timberman in your dreams.
In my twilight, I remember so many
mighty forests burning to cinder.
Frailty disintegrates the will.
Big-strong-protecting-men wilt with age.
They offer their pleading eyes,
longing to be cradled.
Maturity is mortality ticking.
I was helpless,
I was shining.
You were knowing,
and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
Oceanic moonlight, glows on her soft hands.
Her heavenly torso so at rest on cool sands.
Penning romantic poetry to touch you in any land!
2/19/2025
Title: Translation in Enblish
“The Girl from Ipanenma”
The springtime of our distant youth was when
we made sweet love beneath a silver moon.
The whole of life stretched out before us then.
Our future, a promise, a perfect tune.
Our silver moon, through time, would change her face
to hot summer red where our love did grow.
And our happiness, at one with life’s pace,
moved through the years in a soft gentle flow
Our love, strong and sure, was faithful to hold
Like heat tempered steel forged in the fire.
Our full harvest moon shone late autumn gold
No waning, nor want, in our fond desire
Life’s years have flown by, turns winter moon blue
But here near the end, our love still proves true.
Serene, the crisp of apple cider days
Each morning lightly misted. Its mystique
Perhaps a guise to hide from eyes the ways
The pink hydrangeas rusted; chic to meek.
Enticed, the chill does bring a woolen feel,
Matured, the sun grows old by afternoon.
Below persimmon skies of bonfire zeal
Embraced in sweaters neath the moon, we swoon.
Relinquish Virgo and the marigold
For Libra sparkles in the sapphire night.
As western winds turn cool and blue-jay-bold,
Let’s reminisce love sonnets we did write.
Like grapes on vines, we’ve ripened into wine,
September lips, your champagne kiss on mine.
We shrug, indulging the romantic utopias of the young
~ recalling vaguely, we too needed our elders to go along
Faraway Moon,
as a young child
I could see your smile
taste your cheese
glimpse your old man
touch you with my finger
Fascinating Moon,
as a young adult
I could sense your pull
bathe in your romantic beams
pledge my love
reach for the stars!
Faithful Moon,
in my waning years
as life's orbit decays ...
I am in awe of your loyalty
amazed by your true colors
reassured by your changing tides
Continue to reflect life's light,
as other young children
see your beautiful smile
taste your curious cheese
glimpse your kind old man
touch you with their imagination
Continue to inspire us,
as other young people
sense your magnetic pull
luxuriate in your romantic beams
pledge their undying love
explore the universe!
Most Faithful, Fascinating, Faraway Moon!
Children weave through the green field in laughter.
Romantic string lights hang off the rafter.
Time slowly ebbs with pleasure time after
Time in endless undisputed master.
Absent is the sound of children's laughter
While dust, spider webs, hang of the rafter.
Time nobly walked slowly, wouldn't chase after
The Hag of Beara and august master.
4/12/2019
The Hag of Beara a mythic Irish Goddess
fresh scent of his shirt, pressed
to my nose — Honolulu fire
frangipani and hibiscus passion
(too hot for the millennials)
fine-wine aged, luxuriant tastes.
Oh, Babe!
3/13/2019
What I Love Contest
Sponsor- Maureen McGreavy
At my age
when it comes to love
surely I’ve seen
and heard
it all…
but, then again
is not Love’s vision
always a delight?
And enchantingly
the sound, lovely
as the sight--
In fact, the world over
(all that has been new)
only of Love
has this
remained true:
No higher any
other joy--
no deeper
any other blue….
In our youth, we'd swim the depths of our souls,
splashing and playing in love's limpid pools.
And we would share each other's hopes and goals,
love-struck teenagers and romantic fools.
Holding hands, we'd stare at the stars all night,
stealing kisses when no one was around.
And we'd ogle the sky until first light,
watching shooting stars streaking earthward bound.
Back then, we felt we were both blessed somehow,
confident our love would last forever.
And yet, it didn't; that was then, this is now,
and we no longer believe in never.
Memory's a time capsule in itself;
where innocence collects dust on youth's shelf.
Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.
Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.
Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.
The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.
Susan Ashley
May 15, 2018
~ First Place ~
Contest: Summer Love Sonnet
Sponsor: John Hamilton
*(Black) Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*
Love is love’s own heart appeal,
all that bears knowing is its feel.
Biographies lack love’s economies,
for only love knows love’s qualities
that set love’s bond congealed, ideal.
Dark, tall, blond, small, go ahead – order it all,
but beware of a list induced downfall.
Only an open, receptive attitude
will deliver love soulmate glued.
Love requirements can be a miscall.
He is the one, though he is years younger,
who sates and awakes all my hunger.
He touches my soul, my heart and brain
with genuine, unchained love gain.
Perfect is his calm, ideal his thunder.
My happy would have slipped through
if his age had been my only view.
Live Life, Love Deeply
Life is sweet mists in the trees
rides on a floating rainbow
Smooth sailing on calm blue seas
sunshine to make Love grow!
A dance that spreads pure joy
music soft, slow with wine
Duets with a girl and a boy
flowers blossoming so fine!
Promises of the romantic nights
days filled with epic song
Tours of many wonderful sights
love deep and forever long!
Paradise exists for each heart
a crown for true pleasure
Believe in it, give it a start
life is the greatest treasure!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-11-2015