Best Proposing Poems
"What happens in the forest stays in the forest"
The trees are trimmed,
The leaves on the ground
Proposing passion, sweet mist
Naked with nothing to bare or wear
Nature's breath lightens the atmosphere
She breathes in, he breathes out
The auditory sensation of rain
- drums down and deepens
The course is near its end,
Deep in this forest night
A Gentleman among the trees,
Hibernating new seeds
"On the other side of the forest"
He guides a path, with ebony eyes
A convincing vent, I accept
The fear is broken, I sleep in glee
The whispers disappear
Drying in peace by the secret bayou
Broad leaves lay under raw landscape
Lulled by the chills he quills
A quarter past midnight
Mr Romantic
- prepares the new sheets of Winter.
11-11-15
~*~
Categories:
proposing, art, imagination, passion, seasons,
Form:
Alliteration
Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear"
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Painting, Mona Lisa~
Categories:
proposing, lovelove, i love you,
Form:
*DRUNKEN POET*
There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy
Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.
Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too spoon.
Next thing you know his words start getting deep.
Poeting out words revealing he's the family's black sheep.
His blood shot level was releasing his emotional word.
Dreaming that I was in a bath like a dirty bird.
Intoxicated with a breath so refreshing.
Designing me a thousand passionate ones in the meshing
Falling for his physical and mental temporary drunken state
His sense of intellectual things where hitting me real straight.
Swallowing his words like a forbidden love potion
I excessively indulged him with more alcohol to inspire his motion
Admitting to me that love was his downfall.
For me he fell from the stars and than began to crawl.
Proposing a toast for the sake of love
Rambling how I'm the only one he's dreaming of
Nourishing me with his ocean water of affection
Re-bonding his words for me to be his resurrection
Call me crazy for feeling the connection!
Allowing him to penetrate his poetry in me like an injection.
A character so loving above a 99% liquor proof test.
Romancing me with the disguise that he is the best.
Restraining myself from this drunken poet called my husband
Remembering that he is the one fool I can not stand
In his most charming rhyme he called me his rehab.
By that time I knew it was time to call him a cab.
Reminding him about his Alcoholic Anonymous class.
Now all of a sudden he starts acting like an a$$!
Putting his drunken sober poet mind to sleep.
Anyways tomorrow he will still be the same poetic romantic creep!
BY: P.D.
Categories:
proposing, imaginationwords, me, love, me,
Form:
Couplet
He ran the palm of his hand across the canvas,
Felt its soft, smooth surface, excellent fabric.
It was well primed with gesso, and he was sure
The end result would be an immortal masterpiece
The quintessential fragrance of daffodils,
a carpet of yellows in secluded woodlands,
new-born lambs on wobbly legs bleating for milk,
bees irresistibly drawn to luscious nectar.
male cotton less cottonwood trees flourish
as do the blooming peach trees erupting in fruit.
And birds flying here and there, chirping delightfully.
On one side a cottage, beautifully thatched,
with a rivulet wending its way from the water mill,
on the other, a bench beneath an alder leaf birch.
There sat a young maiden fair to behold,
on his knees was a young shepherd hand outstretched,
barely touching, proposing, as she smiles happily.
The painter looked satisfied. It had taken days
But finish it he did. The Museum would be satisfied.
After all weren’t all his vast landscapes immortal?
Categories:
proposing, appreciation,
Form:
Pastoral
"Blanket of Stardust Love"
beneath a blanket of stardust, soft melodious refrain
enchants golden moonlight while whispered words of love proclaim
affection and devotion sprinkled with snowflakes in horse drawn carriage
red velvet box tied with silvery bow, proposing lifelong marriage.
as sequined stars illuminate heart pattern of design
in wintry atmosphere pure warmth engaged emotions mine
an aura of sweet ambiance encircled as true turtledoves
caressed by kisses under a blanket of beautiful stardust love.
we pledged our special vows 'neath Summer's canopy twilight
upon a sandy beach in private alcove of joyous delight
through many years of tears and pain of heartache and sharing
your love was ever at my side for comforting and caring.
these golden years have fashioned journies we conquered together
love grows stronger when two blend one even in stormy weather
the depth of feelings increases as tender time rolls by
but in the end, through thick and thin, there remains you and I.
we celebrate our life so grand and thank God everyday
for bringing our paths to collide in His own precious way
in retrospect fond memories radiate love's glow
as stardust hovered over our hearts and started an irreversible flow.
*For Gail Angel Doyle's Blanket of Stardust.
*Written by: Linda-Marie Sweetheart.
Categories:
proposing, love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Maidens, bloody maidens, I had me six of ‘em wenches, ye knowest
Fullsome Catherine of Aragon wrought havoc ‘tween me and the Pope
Besought a divorce, split from the church whilst Anne Boleyn caught mine eye
'Twas beheaded whenst in ‘er capacity to produce a male heir I lost hope
Mine affection waxed for Jane Seymour; I beseeched ‘er t’ marry me
Anne’s body not yet cold in the ground whenst Jane became mine queen
But after giving me a son, Jane withered, twas gone in two weeks
For ‘er I mourned two years, afore proposing to Anne of Cleves
Ye knowest this “Flanders Mare” twas not suited for mine royal court
Nay, ‘er domestic skills tweren’t becoming of a stately king’s wife
At mine auld age of 49, I grew enamored of young Kathryn Howard
She but 19 when I divorced Anne and beseeched ‘er t’ share mine life
But Kathryn had eyes for other blokes, made me look like a pompous joke
"Thou dost not deserve thine title," I declared, had ‘er executed
Twice widowed at the age of 31, Katherine Parr I settled for
This wench cared for me as I grew ill, thus is undisputed
Prithee t’ see after six attempts, I finally met mine match
Katherine inherited mine throne once mine body twas laid t’ rest
From heaven I look back fondly at mine spirited days of yore
Knowing that in a regal sense mine first wife twas truly mine best
* For Lisa Cooper’s “I Want Some Old English Scandal” contest
Categories:
proposing, historyme, age, age, body,
Form:
Narrative
Lonely
When wandering alone away from crowds
I find it most soothing watching high clouds
Fascinating as they meander by
An outdoorsy movie held in the sky.
Only the lonely discern why we cry
We're sadly lonesome is the reason why
It’s well known that puffy eyed clouds cry too
They cry because desolated folk do.
Once upon a high cloud I was dreaming
Faraway from swarms of folk appearing
A dazzling castle was there on the cloud
With music and dancing, tears disallowed.
Over the rainbow Prince Charming came by
To claim his Princess right there in the sky
Venus the bright shining Goddess of love
Waved her magic dust o’er the night for us.
Angels came from somewhere, it was so grand
Dancing to an entranced castle dance band
We waltzed in the moonlight amongst the stars
Did a galaxy jig with planet Mars.
Too soon we were out of allotted time
At stroke of midnight bells began to chime
My Prince then got down on his bended knee
And began sweetly proposing to me.
Suddenly there was an almighty flash
The cloud it crashed and the castle collapsed
My dream disappeared into forever
Flown off to the land of Never, Never.
I woke to find myself sad and lonely
My dream cloud had been only boloney.
15th September 2021
''L'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Categories:
proposing, death, dream, lonely, music,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m sitting at my desk typing on my computer.
My head is a satellite broadcasting a disrupted signal.
I can’t get a clear picture of what I want to write.
The channel keeps changing as I switch between memories and then it happens.
A message alerting me that I am now off-line and the “system is reconnecting.” It’s something to be said about how being unplugged charges you up. I soon began to pick up on a signal as clear as the sound of the bell when school is dismissed. The freedom to express myself is like a jolt of energy.
I was shocked.
I realized in my disconnected epiphany that containing written poetry, with procedural processes for seeking approval, and being paid a cash payment for placement, down to one page is preposterous.
All the glory of poetry and its ability to take life’s pie and divide it into figurative slices is so fulfilling, and to think, I’m usually greedy, however, I’m willing to share my last slice of pain topped with passion and joy but it seems that you’re on some type of “character diet.”
I guess the paper weight was too heavy.
I guess my head was in the clouds.
I guess it was just pie in the sky.
Approximately 250 words can fill a typed page double-spaced.
100 words of love, 100 words of rage carefully placed.
50 shades of feelings reverberating self-induced healing, metaphor after metaphor leaving a reader reeling, the way words and their syllables intercourse with double meanings creating couplets on paper kneeling as if they were proposing to your intellect.
With these words, I thee wed. I promise to be faithful and true, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, till death do us part, so help me, poetry...
I am sitting at my desk typing.
My mind is a sweet tooth that’s tasted a slice of heavenly pie.
Unfortunately, you have to watch what you read and count characters,
and I am done sharing.
Categories:
proposing, how i feel, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Shaking his head, following her voice as it trailed
He smiles to himself, ’give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
It was love at first sight, the surround greyed and paled
Spotting this electric eccentric, dancing in the rain
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
As time flowed by, he knew how they’d not failed
He is her best friend through all; hysterical laughter to anguish and pain
He smiles to himself, ‘give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
She loves him wholehearted, though never been veiled
On the news of their daughter, he’d tried proposing, in vain
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Now soo much older, their matured rich love haled
She is both bubbly and light, and a grumpy old pain
He smiles to himself, “give it time’, hew knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
She turns to face him, happy laughter regaled
He takes her hand, “So about that sword cane…”
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
He smiles to himself, ‘give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
Contest: Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Hosted by: L.Milton Hankins
Date: 23.11.2022
Categories:
proposing, endurance, friendship, joy, love,
Form:
Villanelle
I’m livin’ the reality as fantasies haunt me
With butterfly thoughts like fantasies serene
The reality I’m livin’ is so overwhelming
So let the truth hurt while I live in this fantasy
So Imma live with Wonka in the chocolate factory
Reality’s incomplete as it kneels down on one knee
Proposing to me at a chance on life
But fantasy in my ear beggin’ me to be wife
I’m on this emotional roller coaster with reality
Tryin’ to face myths of “ The Fantasy Extreme”
Extremities of fantasies read the thoughts of my body
As reality sinks in consuming my soul’s mind….legally probably
I dream with fantasy only to wake up to reality
They say in reality dreams come true at the scene
But I wonder if they know that fantasy fulfills my lustful needs
When reality is boring and I just don’t wanna dream
So I guess since fantasy is fiction I can’t do nothin’ with it…
I’ll just keep writing on this path of Non-fiction
Cause at least with reality…when I speak…you listen
Written by Aleasha Martin
Categories:
proposing, confusion, life,
Form:
Rhyme
"MY LOVE PROPOSAL"
YES, LOVE HAS A WAY....
OF SHARING SPECIAL THINGS....
THUS, HERE TODAY....
MY HEART TO YOU NOW BRINGS....
LOVES PROPOSING WAY...
TO SHARE WITH YOU THIS RING.....
"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
YES:__________________________
NO:___________________________
MAYBE:________________________
Categories:
proposing, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Hatred walking tall in the streets
of the hearts of our
GENERATIONS
Blood spilled painting the
ground red
Making the evil not to feel bad
but as VIPs Phela they now are
walking on the red carpet
The cries shed turning into
the welcoming melody as
they enter the gates of hell
Drowning the happiness of this
world into a very deep well
The money gave birth to
uMUVHANGO
That constructed hell on earth
The burning flames of
greediness
burnt families down to ashes
when death knocks at your door
it breaks down all the latches
It doesn't matter which rout it
took
it can come via your relatives
your blood can one day be a
catalyst
to speed up the witchcraft
reaction
as to give birth to wealthiness
I feel THE NEED to set free my
fears
and let them walk tall in the
streets
of your minds with flyers
proposing unity
Let's all stand up in search of
dignity
How I long to live life vividly
In your heart as hatred intrude
on your knees fall like you just
had a heart attack but in your
prayers
Include also the victims in his
list
The soil swallowed the souls
of THE YOUNG AND THE
RESTLESS
The brave ones that stood up,
ducked and sucked bullets
Into their bodies for our
freedom
with nothing but stones in their
hands
The freedom implanted laziness
and greediness in today's youth
we are not xerophytes,
we can't survive in this dry land
we need to fight
your journey has brought you
into
this very dark life you are in
Wake up your mind, open up
your eyes
there is hell and there is heaven
you are at the junction, make
yur choice
The right choice will give you
honor
But the wrong turn leads you to
horror
Categories:
proposing, inspirational
Form:
ABC
20 July 2010
At The Other Side
Into the other side of the world, July is cold
Southern hemisphere relinquish magical winter time
Beautiful polar lights display in the sky as manifold
Of a dancing spirits doing a mime
An early desire to feel good tidings of great joy
To believe that Saint Nicholas will visit ahead of time
Excited to embellish the house with a ploy
Christmas decors to ingest sharing as of prime
A time to celebrate a mimicked Christmas
From December been moved for this month
Announcing Christmas sale, we go shopping with an adrenaline rush
A peak season also for skiing on snow field’s slant
Serve enticing foods in the table
Welcoming orange and marmalade roast
A honey and mustard glazed ham so palatable
A champagne and canapés proposing a toast
7th place to "CHRISTMAS" in July" (FOR MEN ONLY) Contest
Contest Date: 7/26/2010
Sponsored by: Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
Categories:
proposing, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
T’is the season of jolly and such fun
Ending a year and starting out brand new
Others will be looking to the long run
Uplifting many with words from a few
Celebrating the new binding like glue
Moving together with tag poetry
Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew
This stew is filled with great artistry
T’is is just like cosmetic dentistry
Brings a smile to celebrating faces
The time is now for a royal entry
Like playing cards with faces of aces
Hello Lynn Marie go put on your clogs
Look out the window you have just been tagged!
Comment: I was tagged by Katherine Stella. Hello Lynn, this is especially for
you. Happy New Year! Now you will have to find someone whose poetry you
enjoy to tag. NOTE: The Spenserian sonnet rhymes as follows:
ABABBCBCCDCDEE. The second four lines are linked by rhymes to the first four
and the follow four, and a couplet concludes the poem by reemphasizing the
main idea or proposing an alternative view. Isn’t this fun!!!
Categories:
proposing, friendship, funny, happiness, imagination,
Form:
Sonnet
I can't believe what I heard on the automobile radio the other day!
'Tis further proof that nuts are on the loose and the world is in disarray!
European environmentalists, among others, who, mighty weird things espouse,
Are proposing, and I kid you not, a flatulence tax on every farmer's cows!
They claim flatulence by those innocent creatures pollute the air we breathe!
I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but this I know, it makes me seethe!
Imagine if you will the reams of records that over-burdened farmers must keep,
On each Black Angus, Jersey and Guernsey cow as well as goats and sheep!
Humankind is also prone to this curse, a subject upon which I dare not dwell,
But I really fear that politicians may impose a flatulence tax on us as well!
Lord have mercy! Let's hope and pray that the IRS doesn't get "wind" of this!
You could be jailed for not paying such a tax if they would find that you're remiss!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
proposing, humorous,
Form:
Couplet