Best Romantic Poems | Poetry

Below are the all-time best Romantic poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of romantic poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Romantic poems, articles about Romantic poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Romantic poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:

Poems are below...



New Romantic Poems

Don't stop! The most popular and best Romantic poems are below this new poems list.

Romantic Heaven by Roper, Eve
ROMANTIC MEETING by Ellis, Susan
Romantic Heaven by Boreham, Paris-Maree
Romantic Beginnings by PANT, VIJAI
Romantic dinner gone wrong by Knowlton, Charlie
Relatives Re-inact A Romantic Reconciliation by Krutsinger, Caren
Romantic evening for two by Knowlton, Charlie
I have the most romantic man by Klugman, Alex
Real Romantic Lies by Raynes, Lewis
ROMANTIC by Rodrigues, Kim

View all new Romantic Poems

The Best Romantic Poems

Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

If My Love For You Was Greater

if my love for you was any greater the trees would  line up in poetic forms ...awe you in sonnets written... ...part...to allow winds to cool your face...  to trace it with natures hand. all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise, supercharge the breath of my emotion. mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy. even the arid deserts serve up fruits,  their prickly pears peeled on a platter. sunset would pause and sunrise hurry... ...exist in a paradox to herald your presence. petals would climb their stems  regroup to bloom again. butterflies re-cocoon  emerge as glorious fairies  for all children to adore. the skies would willingly  shape, etch,  paint,   frame my exuberance. the planet would swell, the galaxies expand. in the endless depth  of my singular love  i hold you dear, safely contain you  in my admiring smile, for now, forevermore. 16~10~2014 Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Contest Name: Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

A Tulip Grows Under An Evergreen - Inspired By The Poets At PoetrySoup


A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forests. A ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realized. Mirthful yellows in all those lacquers 
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly 
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical 
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty 
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
A 
special 
fuchsia sparingly 
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain 
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your 
cheeks when we play and laugh. Oh your 
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heart. Parrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning 
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes. 
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
A 
pearl
white that also 
adorns the flower a 
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering 
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower 
I share my life with. No one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence full. If not for you no other delight 
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
A
Parrot
tulip oh 
what joy it
brings. How the flower
draws these words from
me. Ironic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yours. So you may 
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels 
them to write. Now - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humility. Finally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
A
closing
monologue.
Just above and 
beneath the dirt grows 
riches unimaginable. Made to 
be absorbed by senses recognizable 
only by a few. They are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined.  It alone are the wings we humans 
seek...as real and as precious as all else consumable. How lucky I 
am the magic handed out daily on these pages. The people I could never
find anywhere else then here. I am in love with their words in love with them.


the   re    frain       
is a  par    r               a 
ot  tu lip                m
hid   d                a
en u                j
   n             e
   d           s
   e         t
   r      i 
   c    
   e
    v
     e
     r
    g
   r
 e
 e
n
earthearthearthearthearthearthearthearthearthearthearthearthearthearth
r  r r  r
 o   o   oo
o      o o   o
    t      tt     t 
  s      s   s      s
r r        r   r
o  o    o        o
o  o        o   o
t      t          t     t
s   s        s       s




April 27 2015
The Gardener





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Swan

The Swan 

Feathers floating in the wind
Perform in slow motion,
Each drift into the shadows of yesterday
She is not me -- She is not you!

A theme, upon a morning crystal view.
She truly is the wind
She is like the sun
She is as beautiful as the moon
She is the magic in your eyes.

On this night,
-She sits on the calm waters of your reflection.
Creating love, to the vows of life
She listens and counts the rhythm in the stars
She is a thief who stole every breath before
And Still---
She is the breeze
The tranquil sound, in every perfect pitch
The gleam in your eyes.

In you, she sees the ocean
Swims with open confidence
Together love holds on to every tide
Every feather kept dry and warm
- during the perfect storm -
Her wings ache with pain
That is why!
She is the essence of beauty and grace
She is the reason to smile
She is the flame
She is everything in your eyes.

Graceful feathers in the wind.
To dream the dreams of the awakened
She might just be me, she might just be you!
"Till Death Do We Part."

“Swans”
-the symbols of everlasting love-

~*~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

- I Tried To Say -







                                   On a cloud I wrote - I love you
                                       But the cloud blew away
                                    On a tree I wrote - I love you
                                  But someone cut down the tree
                          In the sand on the beach I wrote - I love you
                                 But the waves wiped them away
                                 In the wind, I cried - I love you
                      But the wind was too strong and no one could hear
                               In a small letter I wrote - I love you
                             But I never posted it - it was never sent
                                      But you know - I love you
                                    and my heart belongs to you




19.02.2013
A-L Andresen :)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Sleeping Beauty

It seems you only appear whilst I am asleep, teasing rapid eye movement to awake and weep. You hide, so I wonder how beautiful you must be, fulfil my desires and give me the chance to see. I believe you have beauty, eyes have never seen, which allures me to places I have never been. Maybe you were sculpted by Michelangelo's hands, DaVinci drew you a smile only he understands, Rembrandt's hand trembled at the sight of your grandeur, maybe you are the one, Raphael's angels adore. Your image mirrors Cleopatra's unique class, which fades at daylight, regrets begin to amass. I do not know your name, Silent remains the tongue, yet I fondly believe in my heart you belong.
Silent One 23 May 2018


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Sweet Violets

                                 Sweet Violets


The path you walk I adore.
                                                   Seeds I’ll scatter around,
Then from earth blooms will pour
                                                   to grace your precious ground.
A highway I shall lay for you.
                                                   Sweet violets I shall sow.
Where blossoms spring into view,
                                                   Darling, sweetly go!
Pretty heads will thickly spread.
                                                   A carpet it will seem
of amesthyst you tread
                                                   as if inside a dream.
Among those flowers we shall meet.
                                                   We’ll lie on that soft path
with happiness replete,
                                                   reveling in love’s aftermath.


Written April 2, 2017 For Brenda Chiri's Any Poem Contest
and inspired by her form of a Poem Within a Poem.
Now for Brian Strand's 'LATE SEPTEMBER STANDARD CONTEST 
any theme, any form,max of 25 lines' Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Passion in Black and White

POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine Coffee has its own excitation The book has lost its charm The fault lies entirely with the tree outside this cafe To its majestic being she gazes yet again Intoxicating her mind with the magic it casts Its sacred shades of green offers sanctuary - cocoons her A light breeze rustles leaves that seem to whisper enticing words articulating something in an archaic tongue Escapism into her fantasy world comes effortlessly A disposition for being alone - solitude her sacred space Interrupted suddenly by a dog barking - The momentary moment of peace shattered snaps her back to reality Well at least the tree still offers her solace Till the comforting feeling dissipates as a strange awareness dawns She is being watched Smouldering eyes so black boring through her cuts her to the core A feeling of having experienced this de`ja` vu moment mystifies Most disconcerting is this almost pleasurable sensation Embarrassed and puzzled she pulls her wrap protectively around her Shielding her from eyes that linger To cover her shyness she stares down at her book Then to the TV on the wall Startled she observes it has morphed into an old movie screen Static flashes across an old Hollywood Classic rerun Most bewildering - she does a double take - Unbelievable The actors in black and white Are her… And … this stranger Unable to tear her eyes away from the screen she watches in utter fascination - this person who sits across the table from her Is the leading man in the movie He… She...They Incredulously are in the throes of a passionate love scene? She staring shamelessly into his eyes Welcoming his wandering hands? He thrusts his tongue into her mouth eliciting a drawn out sigh that intensifies into a sonorous moan arousing his demands What is happening here? Like a finely tuned instrument he plays her - her resonance - his pleasure His sole aim to pluck her strings evoking the sweetest sounds A musician exerting the right pressure to produce a high note of pure exhilaration must know how to use his fingers To locate the true locus of ardour Questing fingers slip under her short skirt A sharp intake of breath as they run the length of skin in search of excellence to acclaim his prized opus through the essence of his masterpiece and the high ecstatic notes Only he can achieve And Boy! - Does he know how! Raw intense undulating pleasure like waves over waves Wash over her - a nostalgic fragrance of bygone days linger But logic interrupts fantasy with a mentation They have already experienced this exhilaration From a past life? Lovers that have lived in each other? A rare phenomenal - no words needed As he saunters over to her table - she smiles…
POTD 7th Mar 2018 Music:"Teach Me Tiger" by April Stevens


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Hot And Cold Comes The Night


LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION
You must know I cried yesterday and I think I broke the world so I braided some words into twine planted some sweet and sour coated seeds I grew free standing expressions and then I joined them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST FIVE I loved you centuries before we were born. You lived in my dreams before I ever slept. When others wasted time picking flowers I waited for when it was time to pick you. Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner. You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space. Your desire for them would melt away the ice age. I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past. I want to be that magician who does not bother with illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden. TWO We were at the fair, joviality in the air. A memory filed, I was a young child holding balloons floating round like full moons in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine. If I had not let go of them. If I hadn't watched them as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt. Hope gloats, hope floats. either your way or just away. THREE sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot to walk barefoot........on the concrete path still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that. sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer... with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock... revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever SEVEN ours was a paper mâché love living in a cut out cardboard home with a macaroni art painted lawn and nothing real to call our own nothing solid that we could hold. we tried stacking lego bricks but you have to be able to pop your cheek to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build. the castle we assembled didn't pass the test. so much for fairy tales - hello reality check. we rolled the dice but our thimble went straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped. can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!" we fell through the bunny hole where i - jack fell ddddownnn nnnnnnn and broke my crown and you - jill came tumbling aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr EIGHT it is a choreographed ballet our love stands strong legs at the base digging deep build roots delicate hands branched out reach high long slim fingers define twigs draw space the body of our trunk thick sweet filled music fills our human needs one sound wind pixies dance meticulously the air sunlight leaks effectively through dark spots lifts carries holds and shapes our smiles it is a choreographed ballet our love in sync our bodies their senses once immersed in I now us ONE I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch. NINE Always, no matter the roar or intensity of the storm how severe the attack even out of the norm Always, i offer my hand with sincerity aim to deal with it peacefully. Always! SIX then suddenly it hits like a swarm of locus. a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom. every bone stiffens, when I move, a sound of dead dried out forest twigs breaking against the boots of hikers echoes in the confined space of my skull. i reach for a pill slowly it dissolves under my tongue i wait and i wait and i wait ... my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap. i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive ...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive. FOUR there is a deafening hush... silently raging through the core of my existence...still...I am humbled by the light and the love I have witnessed in my brief appearance...........here on Earth there is a river...that walks at my side... walks with me........at the same stride... April 14 2015 Armand


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

OUR WORLDS COLLIDE

I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy to cover you
When life's storms come your way
I can be the one you've longed for
Because I see the words you can't say

So let's discard the old frayed sweater
That doesn't fit, it's come undone
You don't need words for my attention
Let's just hold hands and have some fun
Your eyes could light the skies tonight 
That coy smile, wow.. it melts my heart
My guitar plays you sweet love songs
This is our time when true love starts

Girl, drift off to sleep on my shoulder
This guy pillow.. yeah, made for you
It's so euphoric to feel your heart beat
And know your dreams are coming true
Being with you I'm filled with wonder
A kiss goodnight, no shadows to hide
In the morning, I'll be your first sight
This is how it is when our worlds collide

~Lyric Man

Note: This is a soft love song echo to Casarah Nance write, "If You Knew" There's something so incredibly amazing about a love based on commitment to do and be all you can for your partner.


Copyright © Lyric Man | Year Posted 2018


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Age Of Summer Love



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 (English) Poetry Contest Sponsor: John Hamilton *(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

A Lesson In Love

"How to tame the madness"

As I sit here, with intense dirty desire,
Tonight I think of you (the moon and stars)
To you, I send a redolent saimiri kiss 
Read and breathe between fine lewd lines
Perfumed by the colors of the Enticing Equinox
Sensually, I create sweet serendipity

Inviting playful lips
Erotic wind and wild wanderlust
Streams like a river through time
I propose a good potion of wet lube
Take me to the furtive imagination of your soul
Embrace the tan and texture tonight
Touch the summer ripples riding high
Promiscuous and delicate, I advocate lust 
A quilt meant for deep and trenchant love
I shut my eyes to feel an Orphic flora floor
Stimulating a hot, sultry siren kettle 
On this night the tingle of passion penetrates
A hypnotic talisman that lets me, please
Inviting ----------- You

~*~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Kiss the Rain

I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain

Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain

Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain

Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain

If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain



* Power or Force


Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

A Spark In Flight

My love, the world is ours,
its reflective sapphire oceans,
its turquoise pine tree forests,
its topaz colored days,
its moonstone lit evenings.
My love, I'm certain it's us.

The amethyst citrine painted sunset 
called our names right from its onset.

You are my never ending wide open sky
with a red orange coral moon up high.

So radiant is your glow, a sparkle in flight
how you shine - a spectrum of colors like light 
through a crystal clear white garnet.
Your hair like flowing strands of  pearls, crests
lightly to sit brightly on your opal shaded breasts
with their dark red inviting rubies set.

Your emerald green stare gentle with its powers
like diamond brilliant rays during sun showers.

Your divine allure
so true and pure
oft blinds me
and when I see
I see only you
like the jade dew
covers the morning lawn
on a sardonyx dawn.

You are the gem drives my joyous life,
the precious stone keeps my dreams alive.

You are indeed a jewel rare,
"who" I ask "could compare?"


11~15~2014
Maurice Yvonne 
Sponsor: Carol Eastman 
Contest Name: Your Favorite Poem Contest
 



Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

I Share My Soul

A pair of morning doves preen and prim
snuggled close on their favorite limb.
And cooing low wake a sleeping sun
giving praise for a new day begun.

A slip of a ghostly moon rides low
wearing its light like a pale halo.
And Sol ascends master of the day
hailing dawn with His brilliant display.

Vapors shed crystal tears on the grass
depositing dewdrops clear as glass.
And blooming flowers imbue the air
with a sweet fragrance beyond compare. 

Tall lanky palms of feathery leaf
are clad in a green southern motif.
And skittish crabs play tag with the waves
darting in and out of flooded caves. 

Sipping wine while enjoying the show
we greet the day with a happy glow.
And as romance and nature combine
I share my soul, with my Valentine.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

ROSES ARE RED - COLLABORATION WITH RALPH SERGI

ROSES ARE RED The flower’s crimson cerise hue creates the petal’s grand debut of love and memories to recall my florid sanguine gift of all VIOLETS ARE BLUE Azalea breath with foxglove tones embellish with an azure clone herbaceous with a petal white where insects set and birds alight SUGAR IS SWEET Bright butterflies on zephyr breeze sip nectar from Sakura trees I watch them dance from break of dawn on flowers where their wings adorn AND SO ARE YOU You sent me a bouquet of love drifting down from heaven above Candy kisses sweet as fructose on bended knee you now propose 06-22-17 Collaboration Jan Allison and Ralph Sergi


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Midnight Romance

Midnight Romance

Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable

Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning

Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire

My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips




October 18,2017









Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Accidentally On Purpose


Come kiss me baby and I’ll light your fire I’ll melt you like the center of the sun impassioned flame will sexy strum your lyre in molten vibes of music - one on one together we will fly the solar wind on silky whispered thrills we both will ride in ecstasy we’ll feel just like we’ve sinned seductive absolution satisfied so touch your lips to mine and we’ll explode a supernova of our cosmic lust sweet sparks we’ll make let brightness be bestowed on universe - our love affair a must! in melted stardust ink I write your name on serendipity that’s yours to claim Susan Ashley March 30, 2018


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

A Pure Kind Of Love A Collaboration With John Flemming

These fair limbs that hold him in sweet embrace
Against the soft, heaving bosom of her breast;
The unblemished cheek pressed to his face,
Her hands hold the hand that lovingly caressed.

Clasping him safe, no more battles to fight,
Falling deeper she slowly comes to grips
With the simple fact this feels so right;
Nuzzling closer: hot passions on her wet lips.

A fashioning of perfect curvature...
Doubt even stars burn with this equal fire?
His lips take hers; and it occurs to her
They share what few do - a true love's desire!

Their pure union much more than just mere lust:-
True love endures when dust returns to dust.


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

His Star-Dusted Desire



He wonders at the aphrodisiac of her jasmine air stirring the breeze of his being heady in the breathy mood of her moon garden amidst stargazer’s pink whispers and he wishes that his jonquil heart be quenched by her sweet drink to sip sun-ripened nectar from the calla of her wild plum dreams Susan Ashley July 4, 2018 _________________________ ~ Ninth Place ~ Contest: Premiere No. 160 Sponsor: Brian Strand


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Silence Of My Lust


 
There was sweat on my brow, beads of them as I approached her. I was a young man, still green. She was a mature woman like the long blades grow free in the lush of nature. My hand in hers she took me into her warmth. Nervous, shy you could hear grass grow in the quiet of my fear in the silence of my lust. I knew nothing. As we rolled in the dew of sex as I fumbled and groped, I in some instinctive wisdom entrusted myself fully to her. She set our bodies in a fluid motion my virginity now neatly cut. We spent days as I explored the fresh sweet air of 'us'. It was then I became a man. Learned how you hold a flower how you manicure the stem how you water the soil how you delicately hold the petals. It was then I became a gardener. A gardener worthy to tend a garden so vital. It was then I learned how to love a woman. 30~12~2014 Armand


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Beneath October's Sky

red flames of desire as I hold my lover close. . . the sky has caught fire


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Color Of Our Blood

oh how i love the color red red is love and love is red. i painted a moment used a palate with every shade of red,  only red. that is the color of our love, of pain of lips of blood of skin all and more is our love. used a  palate of reds painted a moment painted you, and with depth of color i captured you. perfectly! i never spilled a drop, my brushes, my knives, my hands, my eyes, they all served me well. moments are not easy to create. how precious they are, difficult to inhale fully but even strained  i would always take you all in. the fullness of you all in. i would never spill a drop. me? i'm all in. my creation takes form stands and walks, i follow, paint, not a drop  do i spill. when you offer gifts they need to be special they need to be - well thought out. oh! how well thought out you are. oh! what moments we have shared. life, so kind to us, the time we've spent. if a philosophy teacher, if one asked me, "what's it all about" i would say "you" i would ace that test. nothing exists in its full majestic glory until i experience it with you. i would lift the sun every morn draw it down every eve illuminate the sky fantastic. every morn. every eve. a lover's night under the moon, part the clouds if like curtains they blocked our view, if like a wall they blocked our light. now, my moment painted i observe. my hand nowhere to be seen it was you guided this piece. you and me my love surrounded in red  against a red background  and not a detail unclear. our hands holding. our lips touching. you are my breath the beat of my heart neatly painted in red, perfect! it is us, our love is red every shade and every tone is we. 05~12~2014 Maurice Yvonne


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

SHE - Epitome of Erotic Love

An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and reminisce on romantic memories while creating new ones - Perhaps with a glass of red wine and - Oh! Don’t forget the chocolates.   

The cadence of her heart keeps rhythm to the music She sits alluring in the soft candle light Her senses so heightened but she ponders escape As butterflies flutter her stomach tonight SHE’s the mirror of all dreams Invisible strobes pulse as his aura manifests Eyes meet - energy spikes across in a mist Static shock she recoils as his hand touches hers At first she draws back but she cannot resist SHE’s the sculpture of natural perfection Warm embraces and moist tender kisses Twin peaks straining to break free from restraint Like coronas on planets - her circles a flare A consuming wild passion that cannot be tamed SHE’s the taste of pleasure and its themes Consensual yearning all inhibitions lost Outer trappings asunder - bare naked as created Petal smooth skin brushes skin - tingling sensations Intense tension of concupiscence now elevated SHE’s the rhythm of sensual orchestration Like the cleft in a smooth mound Caressed by the morning dew A flood of bliss and passion Crystal clear droplets accrue She’s the emotion of love’s fire Feathery strokes brush a valley of desire A precious pearl glistens in its soft silken fold Aching for release of an exquisite union With the sensually smooth bud of a single stem Rose SHE’s the personification of sensation Passion and love ignite flames of pleasure A tunnel of love bidding invitation To her rhythmic breath - the beauty of her charms Candle flames dance in perfect syncopation SHE’s the aroma of desire A pulsating Venus like the evening star She arches yearning to greet the risen moon In ardor of passion the lovers melt Climactic ecstasy close she purrs as they swoon SHE’s the song wafting from above Unbridled they move in perfect synchrony While deep from within warm spring’s release A joyous flood of bliss and passion To meet and to quench the explosive heat SHE’s the reason of loving stimulation In the gentleness of loves' creation Naked in the innocence of a newly born Lying languid and satiated like twin spoons nestled Awakes and looks at the glory of early morn SHE’s the epitome of LOVE The meaning of life - IS SHE
Acknowledgement: To RP (the Reluctant Poet), who refuses to be named and is reticent to be acknowledged as a brilliant Poet in his own right. This poem is dedicated to his ‘SHE’ and all the SHE’s in the world. Thank you so much RP for your contribution. (RP is not from Poetry Soup or any other Poetry site or publication). Footnote: ‘SHE’ - is an unashamed expose` on the beauty of female love and sexuality, the foremost gift of our primary instinct - the source of our existence. A Gift - of pleasure bestowed on humans to be enjoyed with no boundaries of age or gender. A Gift - of joy unrestricted to only the humans whenever fancy takes, unlike all other species which is restricted to time of procreation. A Gift - that owing to misguided conditioning of the ‘System’ and Religious agendas, is embarrassing for women to share and only appropriate to air in a sterile or clinical manner. The topic elicits thought and makes one wonder - Why?


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017


Details | Romantic Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Pleasures of Reading

It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016