Best Romantically Poems
I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated cover tempts an impatient lover,
I read your Title, Her World, Her War
subtitle, Surviving Sorrow & Love,
your emblem, embossed in opal
a quill spun across a heart spelling your soul,
I spread you open with both hands
my grip holding the breadth of your body
a scent of sensuous ink unfurles into my inquisitive senses
raising you into my fascinated face
smelling the cleavage of your binding
sailing my lips down the center of your special secret
having your silky ribbons root around my fingers,
breathing, in warm curiosity on your exotic fibers,
Loving me as I hold you in wonder,
as I finger your pages with fawning pursuit of pleasure,
speedily you whisper my name with no refrain
as my moist voice recites
your poetry of paradise and pressure points,
I venture deeper into your voluptuous volume
feeling sensations of starlight I do consume,
in your tome of thick passion I find a home,
I like to read you in the suspense of night
searching your love lines, tasting your grape vines,
touching your emotions, embracing your sweet seductions,
you get into my nerves like electric sugar
illuminated by your poems of ardor and prose of candor,
intrigued by the penmanship of a Princess, curvaceous and calculating,
I turn to the Introduction, to see a photo of the great Authoress
a face pretty in courage, a smile of beautiful strategy
your body of work legendary,
I kiss you because I must -
J.A.B.
Spring Enchantment (a love poem)
As wisps of clouds creeped
overhead before a storm moving quickly east,
the moon lay down his vanilla beams
to dispel the darkness hiding our bared feet —
set side by side — romantically
touching for warmth, for love, for eternity,
hopefully, to envelop us, like the coming rain
in our lives’ thundering, combined heartbeats
…joined into those duets passion will release
all about from the great springs of yearning.
(c) s.y. Eslinger 3/2024
Thanks be to God——
Encamped in the local IHOP patio
Doing reconnaissance on the butter pecan syrup
I discern its malicious, aggressive intentions:
To march defiantly down Mt. Stack
And wage a ruthless attack on
Defenseless over-easy eggs
Acting quickly, I wield my fork
Digging trenches in my pancakes
I flank the enemy, staving off
This unprovoked act of aggression
Victory!
Only in that moment do I lift my eyes and notice
A brood of young sparrows
heralding their hunger
The chevron of hang-gliding geese silently
sailing to destinations unknown
Majestic Monarchs flitting
stoically southward
And rival suitors:
An iridescent hummingbird and an industrious bee
Romantically pursuing myrtle blossoms
The canopy of cerulean blue
And all the life within its realm
Resolves my thoughts from war to peace
Note to self:
Don’t forget to look up
$hawty Got $wag
Shawty got swag,
Shawty mad dope.
Face all cheesin’,
She real turned up.
Goin’ to da club,
She steppin' wit her peeps,
Lookin’ so ratchet,
She’s straight up hoochie.
No racks in her pocket,
No stacks in her wallet,
But she all into bubbly
Slurpin’ and burpin’.
Lookin for a big baller,
Who’ll give her wat she wants,
Wildin’ on the dance floor,
Tweakin’ an’ freakin’,
Shawty actin' so cra cra!
She just like da rest a dem,
But Shawty real fly,
Sure likes a lotta ice,
Bling bling, and Benjamins.
Shawty creepin’ to hook up
Coz she needs a boo wit finesse,
Who’ll give her Yves St. Laurent,
5-star hotels, and 5-star restaurants.
Shawty off the chain,
Shawty off the hook,
She got game and she’s aight!
Shawty da bomb - fuh real!!!
08-18-2014
Contest: Ebonics – Let’s Do Some Slang
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Placement: 1st
Some Terms and Definitions:
shawty – a young attractive female; dope – cool, nice, awesome; swag – style;
turn up – excited; mad – really a lot; peeps – friends, close pals; baller – a
thug that made it in the big time; racks/stacks– lots of money; aight – alright;
wildin’– to go crazy, acting out of control; cra cra – crazy; tweakin’/freakin’ –
dancing provocatively and moving around out of control; cheesin’ – smiling;
finesse – man who has swag and can spend a huge amount of money; ratchet
– ghetto diva; creepin’ – sneaking about; bubbly – champagne; bling bling –
expensive flashy jewelry; Benjamins – hundred dollar bills; boo – one’s lover;
da bomb – the best of the best; game – skills; ice – expensive flashy jewelry
usually diamonds or jewelry with diamonds; off the chain/off the hook –
excellent, fantastic, awesome; fly – cool, in style; hook up – getting together
with someone romantically; hoochie – a female who dresses trashy; straight up
– absolutely, really.
The storm that is you thunders
slow and brilliant in my heart,
spliting my beliefs into bliss and blunders
tossing the limbs of my love from finished to start,
The hail sows no hate
temperatures taste extreme,
your fast weather pummels my pride's fate
the howl and moan stiffens my body's fleshy slate
with a new font spelling lust in capital sweat and gleam
as the conceit in me enjoys the torrent of your sorrow's date,
You hump me with a dying wish
placing me inside you, gently, romantically, undeniably selfish,
I fall in love with you again for the umpteenth time
and your face never grows old
shows no cold
disappears not in tragedy's confine,
overlapping my overview of life, hot and hellish
the art that is you pounces into view, the rumble I relish,
Wanting me to know what you deserve
breathing into me the smoke of your burning love,
I become love wrecked, quaking from the sting you serve
preserving everything your spirit spits and sings from above -
J.A.B.
Sabers of the light…calm and friendly in showing appreciation…exuberant energy to burn…New powerful self-defense…Energetic straight forward shooter…Logically love applies knowledge…inventive soft gently touch…Good physical desires…honest. Takes care of friends…vies for creation…Spiritual presence…Broods introspectively…lies serene…Immature…Never candid…deep emotional feelings…appealing light this magnetic balance…Reverse logical concepts…killer communication…Naivety’s…Enthusiasm…Systematic it is…sabers of the dark.
What say Gabriel…earnings from Raphael…never die Uriel...Send see Miguel…incorporated thee…Immortal Ye…wielding the shield that heals…invoked spirit…Lord only you…sending current energy…Pick ultimate belief…regarding all possibilities…Inside guide…teach soul lesson…Master situation…in every challenge...negative influences…draining diet…Spirit overcomes…best house matter…Overcome challenges…does now be renowned...Ye’s turning point…Saber of light overcome.
Clearest light…rooted in tree…eternal force be…Alluring optimism…telling you light is...Force full you be…listen carefully…Omni Prime see…weathering the storm…Intentions warnings…new impulses…Gains in perception…through self-touching…Humbling to Ye best…others support you…Unvulnerable master…romantically open-hearted…good in crisis…having wins Ye battles.
My time has come to shamelessly sightly see
The seven seas sailed that have severed me
For my love has gone beyond the spheres
So I lay my night before the torrential tears
Pacified pillows condemned carelessly cry
Tainted windows that look thru amber sky
The Wishing Wells as dry as daunting dust
Broken hearts romantically remorse and rust
Winds that whisper her name come forth
So I may embrace her wandering warmth
For my love has gone beyond the spheres
Thus my soul is left yearning youthful years.
June.21.2017
CONTEST no 300 ,PREMIERE,any form,any theme max of 25 lines
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Post-hippie and pre-disco kids were we,
not clearly fitting one sole category.
Girls dressed formal for our biggest dance.
No short-shorts or those fab bell-bottom pants.
Exploring options at each fashion store,
we girls picked gowns whose length was to the floor.
Guys dressed up formal too; perhaps they’d rent
tuxedos that they wore to the event.
Some local band would play; their lead would sing
an upbeat tune for us like “Wild Thing.”
We danced free form, for we were not about
a single style of dance; we just rocked out!
No Bandstand moves for us; we did just fine.
No Salsa, Swing or dancing in a line.
I think the guys preferred the music slow.
Then into their slow dancing mode they’d go.
Around our dates we draped our arms. Our feet
seemed barely moving from one spot; a treat!
A treat indeed – though soft the songs might be,
hearts raced as partners danced romantically.
To “Have You Seen Her,” “If,” and “Maggie May”
we let our bodies sensuously sway.
The threat of Viet Nam was nearly gone.
To “Riders in the Storm” we blissfully danced on.
March 9, 2020
“Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest”
Amuse... In a world of splendor, I want to share thoughts.
To capture others with a creative voice
To embrace emotions as a writing tool
To ruminate another’s introspection
I am just a muse.
I want to be your best friend.
I want to enable you to write again.
Within the universe, are beautiful landscapes to provide stories to contemplate.
Why not ponder romantically and write about the love you found in Greece.
Be your reason to fulfill your dreams.
I am just a muse.
Think please.
The multitude
In famine
Poverty stricken
Economic disparity
Just topics to theme
I am just a muse meditating ideas.
~Be My Reason Free Poetry Contest Entry~
~Entry Date: March 06, 2014~
~Motif: Muse~
Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
There are times I'm torn between feeling and thought,
consciously aware of a dispute between mind and heart.
I become anxious when I realize there's a power struggle
and my doleful soul seeks a tranquil place to snuggle.
Somewhere deep inside of me where it's more docile
until my heart and mind call for a truce and reconcile.
Unfortunately, that's short-lived... a temporary thing.
Until again, they'll fight like pugilists in a boxing ring.
Rodin didn't sculpt The Thinker inside each human mind
but the psyche often chides the heart, "Love really is blind."
Divine, are those gifts God has so generously given to us
but they don't always come to terms, and it creates a fuss.
The heart yearns for love, the mind searches for a reason.
Scripture says the heart is treacherous and commits treason.
My mind stands guard, to prevent my heart from breaking
but despite the risk, my heart finds it worth the undertaking.
A logical mind weighs pros and cons, thinking pragmatically
Bah, cries a heart, "Life should be lived more romantically."
They grind on each other as if one a mortar, the other a pestle
And so, the mind and heart will continue to quibble and wrestle.
The soul always reappears when a modicum of peace holds fast
but the truce between heart and mind is destined never to last.
Although instrumental to a soul's well-being, they will disagree.
Mind rules a heart, or vice versa. Que sera sera. What will be will be.
My inner voice calm, looks for compassion.
To give encouragement, it comes from within.
I look for honesty as my eyes turn inside-out.
Always searching to bend nettles and thorns
into a perspicacious light, intricacy of lace —
intimate in the meaning of life and love.
Gems, like an embryo, form in the dark —
eye-popping wisdom of diamonds and rubies,
sapphires and fiery opals, not endlessly hypnotic
but romantically impactful, not dubiously distracting.
My arms don’t begin at the shoulders but are in the pits
of my inner ken, an amiable passion, like a Winter’s fire
surging powerfully to my hands that draw the waters
of kisses and hugs and the mundane of cleanup
at the end of a day, restart over and over again —
deep deep breaths whisper slowly of strength and vigor,
though the knees ache, the back’s bent but the smiles spark
and the laughs light up like fuel from within. My family draws
from my spirituality, the sense that everything will be alright.
4/23/2020
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
A Poem Honoring Spirituality Poetry Contest
Lovers in the Moonlight
If only God had made me a bluebird,
It's straight to your nest I would fly.
To feel the warmth of you again,
Never questioning~ why.
Lovers in the moonlight, we.
Perched in a fragrant apple tree.
Watching stars zoom rhapsodically.
While you flutter your eyes at me,romantically.
Oh, the thought of us together!
Doth make my feathers shake and shimmer.
My bird of eternity, soul of my soul,
My eternal love and sole soul's winner.
August 3, 2020
1:30pm PST
My time stops when I think of you
And that time takes up most of my days
Time I lay awake
Making you part of my life my imaginary way
There are times I take the little things you give
And make those things the reason I live
Time i spend giving you attention
Although In real life I would never even mention
Times I go places because I think you might be there
Times I've been places and where you were I knew not where
I take the one thing I know is that you know I care
But to say it romantically I do not dare
The words I wish to read you written by my pen
clouded by fears you do not care
Tonight is one more night I'll wonder and imagine
To lay awake and think of you has become a passion
Because in my eye's you are so so fare
And tommarow will be another day that I'll hope your there
Let the heart speak!
knowing its mind and own
place,
knowing its opulent space --
knowing our lies and truths,
the shallow or depth
of window-eyes, the soul that records
our breaks and ties...
the heart, a poet’s lexicon
our lyric!~ whether triumphs or sighs --
let the heart speak,
sorrow also at times
a welcomed source -- all poetry!
though not settling well
to the poet, no ink
more
when
dry his hell --
feelings his life
and demise
from God’s all
the poet prospers, fails yet tries
even in death, the prize
Romantically dies! --
Neanderthals and
Torajas
Buried the dead
With no cost...
Within
Cave-like holes
The dead did easily
Exhaust…
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Lying posture
Or standing
To a corpse
Does this matter...?
Does the dead know
Whether their souls fly
In airplane or
Helicopter…?
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Like Shahjahan
And Taj Mahal
Egyptian Monarchs
Built Pyramids
Tax of the poor
And their labour
Were flown like river
Monarchs, yet, are never culprits…!
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Whether kings die
Or queens
Doesn't the burden go
On common-man...?
History always isn't
Cradle and swing
As we proclaim
As romantically as we can...!
03 October 2022