Best Romanceme Poems
I am amazed by the power of you words,
They seep through my skin
Like ink’s aphrodisiac,
And I feel powerless to stop them,
The mere thought of your hands
Touching me makes
Atoms explode inside my chest,
As if a universe is being born,
A light sweat glistens over my form
As my eyes devour every syllable,
My heart beats to the tune you write,
With quickened breath
I feel it consuming me,
This sexual fantasy wax lyrical,
I fail, not miserably but excitedly
To control my minds dirty idiom,
Where do the thoughts of lust go?
I feel them cling to me
Begging to be made manifest,
Tonight your pen is my phallic pleasure,
Take me and make me your muse.
When I was young and life was easy
I never thought but of the next day.
For the young, things can be so breezy
It is the child's way.
I never thought but of the next day
Until that day came upon me.
It is the child's way
And I did not want to see.
Until that day came upon me
I was carefree like the bird on high.
And I did not want to see
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry.
I was carefree like the bird on high
Only to be trapped by love
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry
Crushing me down from above.
Only to be trapped by love
For the young, things can be so breezy
Crushing me down from above
When I was young and life was easy.
Dan Cwiak ... written for:
Paula Swanson's Pantoum contest
Sitting alone again, wondering if you're okay.
being alone, i remembered how i wanted you to stay.
looking for something I can hold on to.
It's the pillow that reminds me of you.
Every time the clock ticks,
I would always find a way to entertain myself &
hoping i can do some magic tricks.
before i close my eyes & go to sleep,
every night , i hope, i can be w/ you for just a glimpse.
every time it rains, i would always go outside,
but i guess no one would like to hold my hand & be by my side
I touched my face & i was already crying under the rain.
will there be someone willing to cast away all this pain?
until now, no one would risk,to wipe off these tears.
The shadow of my past, well those are my fears.
i always want to hide myself from this world's madness.
I often feel that I'm inside a bubble or in a dark sanctuary,
where there is sadness.
I hope there will be a wishing star that will pass by.
I'll make another wish,to find the guy who cant make me cry.
i sat at the corner of my room, and in my hand, was a ring,
a question that even i cant answer,
"will i forever be waiting like an Angel w/ a broken Wing"?
He held my hand all the way home that night.
Crossing through the graveyard gave me a fright.
That was where he first kissed me,
In the graveyard, so misty.
That was my first kiss in the pale moonlight.
He was a tall, dark and beautiful guy
And I was young and incredibly shy.
My pounding heart, it did race.
Was it the kiss or the place?
Yet remembering it just makes me sigh.
Willie McKay, he gave me my first kiss,
Filling my young heart with oh, so much bliss
But he was leaving for war
And I would see him no more.
A lasting impression left on this Miss.
for "first Kiss" contest
* I was 15 and he was a 21 year old sailor,
My mother was dating his CO and they arranged this date.
After the movie he walked me home and cutting through the
cemetary of St. Peters' church, I had my first kiss.
Let me express my feelings
Let me tell you a true tale
So, my husband has a "gift"
One I can't quite tell
He has his sly fox ways
Of getting what he wants
For if it isn't his way
His ways are full of taunts
He begs and begs and pleads
Honey, baby, dear
I want to hold you close tonight
I want to feel you near
Sometimes I say ok
But others it's too hot
But before the night is over
I end up in his spot
How is that he could argue
with me after such a night
Over a piece of paper
That was strictly in HIS sight
I know he has bad days
Trust me, I have mine too
I guess he can make it up to me
"Somehow" we'll make it through
-Miranda Lambert-
SHE IS MY SUN
A rush of sun fills this still dim room
As spring comes to the pallid wintry land,
Waking seed in its cool green womb.
She gives me her light hand:
Makes me want to be a better man.
She is all my world. Her laughing honest eyes
Her soft voice, her hand which holds mine thrills.
She is my birdsong at sunrise,
The curved rainbow after a storm stills,
My golden orb of sun rising bright over distant hills.
And the red fire that flares within her vivid
With a hundred times the heat of the sun
Grips my heart with the fever of florid
And countless purple nights of torrid tropical motion
And embrace on the shores of the warm Indian Ocean.
……………………………………………..
Written for Francine Roberts’ MAKE ME SWOON contest.
Uncertainty has been clouding my thoughts for months now
Because you have never once
Expressed how you felt
After I blurted out those three little words.
You have yet to tell me,
Your feelings,
So I can move on.
Your jealously annoys me.
But your touch teases, yet pleases me
In ways you will never know.
Why do you do this to me?!
Is the question I would ask you.
Is it out of pure selfishness?
Or is it out of fear?
Are you afraid to tell me if you reciprocate my feelings
Because you don’t want to lose me if you don’t
Or perhaps you think I will hate you,
Or perhaps you think I will love you.
What scares you so much to put me through this?
I want to ask you all these questions
But contrarily, I am honestly afraid of the answers.
Do you remember how it felt to open the perfect gift on Christmas Day?
Reminisce on the sparkle in your eyes when you didn't have a word to say.
Revisit that exhilarating moment...now PAUSE...
These feelings you give me compliments the happiness that gives my world cause.
Your potential power over me is so strong I'm positive you don't really know,
That I appreciate everything about you because your essence makes me want to let the past go.
You're able to turn chaos into the brightest day I've ever had,
What I love the most is how you can make me smile every time my face is sad.
I think of you in the morning and dream of you whilst I sleep,
I can't see your face but this intimacy between us is water well deep.
I imagine the glow on your face when we see each other after so much time apart,
When we embrace and kiss I visualize how hard you'll be pounding within your heart.
Your appearance alone caused the walls around my heart to fall,
The warmth of your halo broke through with the strength of a cannon ball.
It happened so naturally and sudden there wasn't even a sound,
After you removed all restraints my affection for you became so high I couldn't see the
ground.
Tell me you can hear and feel these words I'm confessing from afar,
Am I dreaming or are you drawn to me as I am to you just because of the way I are.
Let's not hesitate and act blind of the possibilities that you should be with me,
Living in a world where it consist of you and me would be oh...so...sweet....
For the sake of today when we wake,
let the morning breeze touch our face.
For the sake of your smile,
would you care to let me hold you a while?
Look all around for the fall of my tears,
raining down,
down on the ground.
As my fingers roll the grand ole piano,
an infinate tune of my soul.
Let me feel for the sake of your beating heart,
a rhythm to start.
The drum beats to the rhythm of life.
The drum beats in my dreams at night.
I hear you calling deep within,
the sweet tunes of a violin.
With shadows dancing on the wall,
and candles burning, raindrops fall.
The woodwinds sound the tunes of time.
Life's scenes flashing through my mind.
To save my peace and happiness,
no tunes, no notes, just silent rest.
The music of heaven let it happen again.
The scent of jasmine from the wind.
One breathless moment my lover, my friend.
To taste the sweat that falls from you,
and kiss you with the morning dew.
The beat of life the drum beats to.
The beat of love for me and you.
So, do you dare to lay with me,
in shade from my magnolia tree,
and listen to the symphony?
As the clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky
Into our room she walks
Something catches my eye
It's the black lacy piece she's wearing
Hemmed low to draw me in
Revealing curves of delight
Tanned undulations of skin
Her sexy swagger delights
As I turn from the window to view
The man in me hungers
Excitement now flows through
We stand in hold together
Our hands in wandering mode
I pray this night never ends
As our future hours erode
Our cries like anthem sounds
Echo from our hearts
Two souls from broken pasts
Cementing their new start
We awake in the morning
Spooned from captured joy
This first of many a night
True love, this girl and boy
Astral Passion
I talk to the spiritual traveller
upon the astral plane
they threaten to visit me in the night...
Seemed imagination, it can work
get confirmed, yes she did lurk...
brings on another smirk, of
The most delightful type
Dreams are lovely when erotic
4 us guys it is hypnotic
my dream was very physically for me
hooked like a drug narcotic
no I wasna not psychotic
not just imagination did
I really feel and see:)
Imagination is so much better
than reality, go getter
come visit me if you will
some moonless night
No you won’t be clad in fetters
Naked so much the better
a lovers kiss, a tender thrill tonight
the bold and the profane will wander
down this lane
for a lapse into insanity, not quite :)
Don Johnson
I talk to women on the poetry soup site and put up verses ...one was
sposed to visit and i had an erotic dream
very physical bloody real almost ....with a blonde shiela??? really
nice it was ***
My greatest dream is called you...
A dream I hold so closely to my heart...
A dream I couldn’t give a worthy name to just yours...
You have always been my dream called love...
Your voice is as calm and peaceful as the nature of a dove...
Your words... I can’t start to explain...
They turn shadows into human...
They bring all my dead side into life...
Love can never be explained but it is understood perfectly by your heart and mine...
The impossible can only bend when love is on duty because with you there is nothing too
impossible for me to do...
For me living with men is history because you are an angel sent to me from above to
deliver me from my misery...
No better fantasy can ever be wished for and accomplished than this dream of mine called
you...
Now I know what it feel like touching and staring into those beautiful stone of crystals
called the stars which are in your eyes...
I can say I have been touched by an angel because only angels can take me to that place
only us have reached...
I now can see what my hearts eyes have been missing for long...
I now feel what my heart has been longing to feel forever...
Am glad I found you...
You are the most priceless thing that recreates a heart no matter how broken it is...
I AM GRATEFUL FOR THE GIFT OF YOU...
Form:
I’m one hell of a guy
You should give me a try
I’m the kind you
Could take home to mother
I can fix anything
With a nail and some string
And I really am
Quite a good lover
I’m a nice king of fellah
And I’d like to tell ya
I’m nothing at all
Like my brother
I am clever and smart
And I have a good heart
And you’ll find I’m
An excellent lover
I’m a wonderful bloke
Now this isn’t a joke
I’m a man quite unlike
Any other
I am sweet I am kind
And I’m certain you’ll find
I am such
An incredible lover
So if you feel that way
And you want me to play
Just ring up
And give me a call
I’ll be with you tout suite
For I’m dying to meet
And I’m certain that
You'll have a ball
Green, green, is my lady's face
If ever friends become common place
Should I converse with others too long
She hangs her head in selfish disgrace.
When another comes along
And she catches me glancing wrong
Her attention then becomes quite keen
With her grip becoming doubly strong!
Green, green, is my lady's sheen
And you may just consider it mean
That I would elate to see her changed
To that covetous shade of pea green.
You see, she's a wee bit strange
In fact I think she may be deranged
For, she purposely ruins all my moods
I just can't wait until we're estranged!
Green, green, and terribly prude
And a great cook if you like stale food
She's always asking, "Is she the one?"
To names my conversation alludes.
She seems to weigh a whole ton
And withdraws if I ever have fun
Then, should I ever come home at dawn
She makes me recall the things I've done.
Green, green, is that devil's spawn
Who always makes me feel withdrawn
And when she pressures me to excess
I close my eyes and wish she was gone.
Well, I really should confess
My lady is....."Lady Loneliness"
And only Father Time will attest
To her who lays my lady to rest.
Timothy I. Brumley
If I call you 'my dear',
do I presume too soon
that you are mine?
If to me you draw near
and you cause me to swoon...
Breakfast at nine?
If it seems very clear
we are meant to be one,
all should be fine?
If there's reason to fear
it will not be much fun,
should we decline?
If it's just for the sheer
joy, pure - surpassed by none,
our love will shine.
Note on form: Five Dimeter Tercet Stanzas, 6-6-4 Syllables and A-B-C Rhyming Patterns