Best Romantic Thoughts Poems
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~Your dreams so tenderly wrapped in satin pleasures 'neath pillowed head.
As loves velvet touch so warmly embrace under downy covers in your bed.
Deep kisses in the darkest of night you nuzzle jasmine scent in auburn hair.
Romantic thoughts caressing delicately milky sweet softness of skin so fair.
So moist your honeyed lips like morning dew on the rosebud in bloom.
Whilst you dream of soft brown eyes beckoning to stay in your hearts room.
Heavenly dreams that take you to an angels loving arms tonight.
Where she takes you to her breasts so warm,so tenderly in plain sight.
In heavenly dreams know you are my every desire my sweet addiction my need.
Where two lovers embrace in satin pleasures and love plants it's seed. ~
**From the archives of my heart.Figured I would post something a lil' more happier...lol.
Oh Luna
Oh Luna, I am watching you
rise in eastern skies.
Your fullness fills my heart
with romantic thoughts
As I serenely bathe in your
charming reflective glow,
I know there are lovers every-
where gazing in awe
Of your exquisite enchanting
allure causing hearts
To beat with a thrilling rhythm
of inner love songs
That captivate the heart and
soul, imbibing imagery
Of silent shadows and distant
stars that drape your
Indigo sky in shimmering star-
light from light years
Passed, and as shooting stars
brighten night skies,
They are reflected as you are
in lover's longing eyes.
10-24-18
Ardor of Autumn
Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones.
My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold.
Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones,
October has my body feeling old.
Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring
The rain that falls upon my window pane,
How nature's timing changes everything,
How death of cold rejuvenates again.
The beauty of this season inspires
Poetry to flow from my hand to pen,
As romantic thoughts of my desires,
Memories of our tender love back when
Our souls first encountered a love so deep,
As I recall those times they make me weep.
10-4-19
~Third Place~
Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Every night Sea rises at high tide
His waves are like warm frothy fingers
caressing Moon's golden glow on the shore
It's a game they play with ebb and flow
Hide and seek. She has a flirtacious streak
when shrouding herself behind a veil of clouds
Eternal lovers who share intimate moments
romantic thoughts ~ nothing more
bound by doubt, I stood there amidst the Bluebells
watching where she'd been but a moment sooner
dusk to come, her breath hanging like the shadows
she, thus departing
on my tongue, sweet words melted soft and tender
all those daring, romantic thoughts I'd gathered
passion dreams that longed for a voice, but silenced
with my reluctance
"please don't leave!", I begged of her proud affections
"you're the blushing flame that so warms my marrow!"
still, those sounds had not found my lips for voicing ...
heavy, that stillness
rife, those times that I'd worked hard to impress her
waiting, long, the chance of this evening saunter
there I stood, waist-deep in the meadow, darkened
mourning my chances
as her shape was swallowed by shrouded gloaming
rose the moon, perfecting its grand enchantments
I, then, choked on words meant for love's endeavor
now, sad ... unspoken.
Written April 22, 2019
Submitted on August 29, 2021
To the "Your Best Sapphic Stanza" Poetry Contest
William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor
I bought her a bunch of blue violets and roses of red
Pure romantic thoughts were going around in my head.
Thought I'd surprise her and went round to her back door
There she was with my best friend, sprawled out on the floor.
She saw me and screamed saying "it's not what you think"
I lost one of my gold earrings under the kitchen sink.
Her face was red as beetroot, my former friend too
We exchanged insults and the air then turned blue.
Well I'm certainly no idiot and I have travelled worldwide
And it opened my eyes that she was taking me for a ride.
But there's one thing for sure, it killed my romantic mood
And you don't search for an earring when you're in the nude.
Written 8th February 2022.
NOT FOR CONTEST.
The first touch,
Soft gentle hands,
Those smooth lips,
Slowlying gliding against my glands,
Tips of the fingers,
Caressing my sides,
Hot romantic thoughts,
That begin to race, slide up,
From ankles to thighs,
Kissing that sweet spot,
As I close my eyes,
From thighs to breasts,
Kissing every inch up,
Stopping at the center,
To give them a bit of a suck,
Caressing them tenderly,
While massaging the rest,
Just for your body to feel,
As if your in thin air,
Steam and sweat,
Mixing as one,
Just that you will do anything,
And everything,
For that special someone...
With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load
In a whiskey glazed stupor his horse he shot
Under blue-wailing moon his heart, a broken mess
And then his emotions tossed in their sad lot
Somewhere with lost hope, his failures he did confess
But as image appears, her beautiful face smiles
She, kind goddess that had stolen his lonely heart
Over and over, the argument -always starts
And then the swarms of excruciating deep pains
Fight to make it leave, his eyes look to the blue sky
Silently these words he says, "My Lord help me please"
Falling to dusty ground, he asks again the why
Did God allow that beautiful witch his heart seize
Then romantic thoughts flooded a confused brain
Her dear vision so enticed and refused to leave
It all was far too much, far too great a love-strain
Next how she had him, ready to again deceive!
But oh no, not again, his intellect then spoke
Do not let this dark, deceptive thing again hurt
Recall this truth, she had made his life a bad joke
Remember torture, the loss, her poison black spurts
And how she laughed as his tender heart she broke!
The cowboy then rose on up from the desert sand.
Swearing true, she and this are both accursed land!
Mounting his horse towards Tombstone onward he rode
Swearing, never let his wounded heart be "stoled"!
Then a broad smile so magically it appeared
Up the trail just head vision of her as he feared!
With his six shooter in hand, he emptied its load
And laughed out loud, as on
to Tombstone he rode!
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme/Narrative
April 12th 1982
Note: Edit.. Nov 21st 1983
The young cowboy made it all the way to Tombstone
His young life was then about to meet pretty girl
She too was standing proudly there and all alone
Fate decreed it, they joined to give life a whirl!
As your dreams disappear, hope's
all you have left... living a
life that's merely a collage
of failures, fate makes fun of.
Love, was to be romantic,
filled with only happy thoughts.
Yet, when reality's tossed,
dreams sometimes just can't hold on.
You gather up all of the
slowly smoldering embers.
And doused their flame with drops of
tears salvaged from yesterday.
Yet, you never stop trying,
or ever feel you want to.
For a smile can reignite
passion into searing flames.
You want what dreams are made of,
to feel your heart on fire.
And that requires both hope and
an unquenchable desire.
Written Aug. 11, 2015 for " End Line Word - Poetry Contest".
The last word of each line reads as, “Hope’s a collage of romantic thoughts tossed on the embers of yesterday, trying to reignite flames of fire and desire.”
On
a crisp
autumn night
couples cuddle
with delight on a
hayride in the country.
The clip clop of horses' hooves
create a rhythmic beat along
a red clay road, the earthy essence
of hay and horses wafting through the chill
night air. A harvest moon of golden hue
bathes the countryside with its silken
glow - enchanting both young and old
with romantic thoughts of love
eternal - happily
ever after dreams
of bliss. Perhaps
even a
stolen
kiss.
10/5/15
double etheree
Two young friends sit on a promontory
overlooking the windswept
sea as a lonely lighthouse studies their
actions unnoticed.
They converse excitedly about the gift
of a crimson parasol
from a handsome new lad at school.
Their hearts soar as they
dream wild romantic thoughts as the
sound of the waves enchant.
There's something wild about
being near the waves…
Hearing their last hurrah as they
hit the sandy shore.
Bursting bubbles of white
foam on wet sand,
The only evidence of their
brief existence, save the
Sea salt scent wafting in
the wild wayward wind.
Then there is the chameleon
colors mesmerizing eyes
As the sun and clouds play
with light 'til day is done,
And the orange orb slowly sinks
below the sea's horizon
Sharing a romantic kiss goodbye
with the twilight sky.
June 11, 2016
On Meeting You Most Beautiful Now
On meeting you most beautiful now with
adoring maiden kisses and loving thoughts
whilst deeply inhaling one warm breath
and a stout sip of the finest old grog auld
mountain dew breathing a precious pure.
Golden leaves sweetly float in a dancing
twirl with a shining inside vision so sweet
of us walking hand in hand on golden sands
as perfect waves unfold into a carpet of blue
to white as romantic thoughts signal our love.
Against the deepest walls warm of soft light
silent echoes whisper true as sweetly melting
emotions palpably touch our hearts beating as
one, whilst brewing kisses from peach-colored
clouds mesmerize us with their enchanted beauty.
Silver treasured thoughts of love and happiness
speak volumes to the beautiful dream vision of
a gem of dancing petal flowers and one red rose
that captivate my visions of you dancing in the
very depths of my dreams as I sleep blissfully.
On soft clouds in the bright azure sky above,
at times, I gaze continually skyward on days
when I think of you so bright and so beautiful
and see your lovely face etched in the cerulean
sky and feel the passion of your love and presence.
With the finest of texture and the scent of a most
sensual red rose, I watch as its petals gently land
now on the sweet dew ground and I thank Almighty
God above on meeting you most beautiful now as my
thoughts of love for you touch the depths of my soul.
The indelible nature of our true love and happiness
create certain visions of fire-storms of an unbridled
passion and pleasure that eternally speak to us both
of the sweet love and magical enchantment we share
as our hearts beat now as one in God’s grace forever.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 13, 2014
(Quintain)
"PARADISE"
Perfectly Edenic In It's Serenity,
And It's Wonderful Calming Peace!
Romantic Thoughts In This Idyllic Locale
Ardently And Abundantly Increase!
Does This Place Exist On This Planet?
Is It Possible To See With These Eyes?
Seeing This Place Happens When You Find Love,
Eliciting One To Say "I'm In Paradise!"
WTA-IV 3/28/2016
Amid her degraded,miserable life
in the red light area,
she hummed the songs
of the Hindi films.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror
she dreamt herself as the heroine
of a romantic movie
opposite her favorite star.
Sometimes, she copying the dialogues
and gestures of heroines
from the romantic scenes
of the popular movies,
and thinking herself
as a courtesan seen
in a popular movie.
These filmy,romantic thoughts
often comforted
her youthful life
in the red light district.
It starts in your stomach
With a little flutter
Then flows through your body
Turning it to butter.
Your legs become weak
Your thoughts in a jumble
Your chest aches
As your heart takes a tumble.
An intense burning
Heats your face
And suddenly your coordination
Loses it’s grace.
It’s not a disease
But a complex thing
That causes you to smile
And makes you want to sing.
Sometimes it last
For many years
Other times it ends
Leaving behind tears.
It’s unpredictable
Hitting you out of the blue
Making you wonder
If it’s really true.
Young or old
The feeling is the same
Creating a passion
That’s hard to tame.
It starts in your stomach
Tying it into knots
Filling your head
With romantic thoughts.