Best Romanticize Poems
With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash
a Composition Grandioso
To Overtures of a Symphony
herald the raging storming Tempo
Staccato Strains cascading
rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo
Rhythmic Beats a Prelude
to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sail unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony
Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as
Allegro whelms Allegretto
Electrifying sizzling Musette ~
Trills a mesmeric Capriccio
Registers booming Bass Notes
rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato
Echoing claps of thunder Prompt
a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight
The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight
Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote:
By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.
Ten pound weights,
of encouragement,
uplifting smiles,
curl,
extend,
as fingers unwind,
and
romanticize.
Felicitous lips,
the story of joy
explored
with
double dutch
jump.
Flickers of
childhood light,
that of
a born again
saint.
Cash into my hands,
at Christmas time,
as my smile
made her smile.
I passed on
the bills
to my child,
who needed it more.
Pass your smile
around the world;
the pine lit up
with ethereal light.
Humans
can be rich
and kind.
Written in cooperation with amazing Silent One https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=88707
verse
Eternity is nothing
When I’m with you
I give you the flowers
Of youth, happiness
The magical spell
Sounds simply “love you”
We don’t need the time
Being beyond the space
chorus
The magic in our hearts
Between our hands
You are my beginning
And my end
I want to pull you closer
And hide from the world
Singing for you like a bird
verse
Infinity is nothing
When you are with me
You give me the rays
of glory and beauty
You leave me breathless
at peace in your embrace
Sweet sensual whispers
Only heeard by me
chorus
The magic in our hearts
Between our hands
You are my beginning
And my end
I want to pull you closer
And hide from the world
Singing for you like a bird
Bridge
Our ink could not romanticize
until the first glance of our eyes
Blank pages of our love story
are now written with stardust
chorus
The magic in our hearts
Between our hands
You are my beginning
And my end
I want to pull you closer
And hide from the world
Singing for you like a bird
You write about flames and flickers,
fervent sparks that delicately touch,
the unseen parts of my conscience
in ways this quickening quill
can never express,
while you, the rose star,
lit across my homesick sky ~
sequined with sleepless sapphires,
coruscating in neon green,
sprinkling light upon my silhouette ~
awakened gothic desires long buried…
For your pulse speaks like infatuated ink
to my muse-less mind,
in dialects deeper
than a poet’s mismatched metaphor ~
an ache, an addictive affection,
I crave to romanticize
with cursive calligraphy ~
in silence and in solitude…
O soul-healer, heart-charmer,
you beckoned
the kingdom of darkness ~
where sins gleamed
in silver and saffron,
numbing nightmares,
calming chaos…
but now all that echoes
is the blind voice of an empty canvas,
heavy with hues of hurt,
filling it amidst hazy eyes
clouded with diamond tears ~
so forgive me as I wander
in the waking warmth
of a crestfallen sun,
with your rhymes on my lips,
your heat around my love,
my words across your dusk ~
your urges at the tips of my fingers,
my thoughts drifting
through the twilight tunnel
of your midnight music,
wading through lethal blue,
for I am a sea-storm,
disguised as lucid moonrise,
dressed in all forms
of your faultless poetry…
Your eagle-plumed lips breathe:
hold on to my angel-flying heart,
bite the unbroken
bone of my wing,
...and I succumb to your enticing heat,
O, to be free in your feverish flame ~
the humble fall of hope into
the sun-calmed kiss of your sea,
learning to move
and muse amidst the mystery
as I heed the slow sink
of mundane minutes
into splitting silence,
leaving no note of music,
as darkness dissolves
like the deepening daf
of an ancient ache ~
for whirling waves resemble
dervish devotees,
intoxicated by euphoric ecstasies…
But would you, the divinely placed
speaker of light and fate ~
still love my scarred swell
if, perhaps, you saw
the unavoidable ugliness
of unintentional uninterestedness ~
the failure to seek the sun that hides
when wakeful stars scintillate,
perhaps too reluctant to romanticize
anything that warms the sky
besides the saffron of golden dawn?
I am too tired to test the tides,
to see where they crash.
I am too torn to tease
and treat tribes
of tactful treachery with tolerance…
Take me as I am ~
I am the pursuer and the escaper,
the possessor and the possessed,
the wilderness and the peace,
the destruction and the dream,
constantly pushing and pulling,
learning to normalize
being the siren adrift
amidst aquatic angst ~
So wade with me, O oceanic nomad,
someday we will no longer be
just you and I,
but crooning currents
drawn only to the
magnetic magic of the mermaid moon;
we will rise as
Moirai mystics,
dancing with destiny,
engrossed in life’s pulsing peridots,
devouring Pele’s passion…
We were never meant
to conquer the chaos,
but to candidly claim the clemency
of rippling pearl blooms…
I am an island of love
that is yours truly ~
***Inspired by the artwork; The Sea Maiden, 1894
Herbert James Draper
Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..
wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail hour’s devise,
sunlight’s demise creeps in blueberry dyes,
plum, mango fraternize as prim-rose chastise.
Sunset complies sending signal-light fireflies,
Wake! indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
tantalize poets to romanticize.
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Rhymes checked at (RY) rhymer.com
verse
Eternity is nothing
When I’m with you
I give you the flowers
Of youth, happiness
The magical spell
Sounds simply “love you”
We don’t need the time
Being beyond the space
chorus
The magic in our hearts
Between our hands
You are my beginning
And my end
I want to pull you closer
And hide from the world
Singing for you like a bird
verse
Infinity is nothing
When you are with me
You give me the rays
of glory and beauty
You leave me breathless
at peace in your embrace
Sweet sensual whispers
Only heard by me
chorus
The magic in our hearts
Between our hands
You are my beginning
And my end
I want to pull you closer
And hide from the world
Singing for you like a bird
Bridge
Our ink could not romanticize
until the first glance of our eyes
Blank pages of our love story
are now written with stardust
chorus
The magic in our hearts
Between our hands
You are my beginning
And my end
I want to pull you closer
And hide from the world
Singing for you like a bird
Silent One collaboration with Alisa Balaieva
23 November 2020
A young musician & poet from Ukraine
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=81095
Glinting glimpse of amber delight, golden dawn arrives
Enchanted by the symphonious chorus of robins’ voice
As yellow daffodils swing, lilting winds in ruby sunrise
When scented whiffs of pink hyacinth muse your smile
Awakening you from rosy dreams gleaming in your eyes;
Oh, the splendor of spring floats on wings of butterflies!
Hiding in foliage of tall verdant pine, bluebirds twitter joy
While merrily on red-maple tree sparrows dance nearby
As purple peonies, white daisies, on green-edges beautify
And standing tall in blazing colors ornamental tulips vie
Hypnotizing your sight, in awe of beautiful garden paradise;
Oh, the splendor of spring floats on wings of butterflies!
Refracting sun rays, tiny gems glint emerald green grass
While roses red, swaying merrily, adorn our side-walks
Spurring crimson-crested cardinal’s euphoric air dance
As flaunting graceful ambiance, a distinctive blue-jay flies
Circling lily of the valley, where buzzing bees fantasize;
Oh, the splendor of spring floats on wings of butterflies!
As the uplifting sunbeams upon morning’s horizon rise
Amid symphony of colors sensual impulses romanticize
Mesmerizing lyrics of love as rhythms of hearts harmonize
Hoisting tenor of passions high, blushing sapphire skies
Enamored in grandeur of nature’s wondrous enterprise;
Oh, the splendor of spring floats on wings of butterflies!
July 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Petals, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Romanticize a scene
it falls in endless dreams
begin and then you see
that what it is is all it will ever be
crimson petals in a vase
lace curtains rise, open windows
open eyes
kisses soft
whispers cannot compete
of how delicate a moment is with you
leaves drop onto the ground
cold cobblestones
dusk drops upon us
melting on our tongues such is Autumn
until the second we must part
I'll hold you tight here in the dark
It’s good to lament. Or maybe not.
A glorious future, never brought.
I remember her, I did adore.
We were to be, evermore.
That’s what love can do. And did.
How quickly from my grasp it slid.
Love ended on a one-way track.
She loved me not as much back.
Heartbroken with no cure.
Love a fairy tale, that for sure.
Never again, I did swear,
The world proved love unfair.
Down a different path I wandered.
Love an illusion, no longer pondered.
Though, I must admit a lament or two.
Brief they were, but true.
Surprised was I, love didn’t last.
In time, the pain, the heartache past.
Whittier’s words of Tongue or Pen,
The saddest were, “What might have been.”
Illusions etched in memory’s wall,
Leave a blur in the withdrawal.
To lament is to fantasize,
A picturesque past and romanticize.
The mind perceives what the heart desires,
A path lighted by hopeful fires.
Love, a perfection not found,
Becomes the path to grievous ground.
That treasured time was unkind,
It left divers dolors deep behind.
Older, but am I wiser by the day?
Alas, I lament, I cannot say.
Those lost years I disregard,
Cherished moments, I still guard.
Times when she ruled my heart,
Before reality pulled us apart.
Love lost forever, is to lament.
Love must be evermore, not something lent.
Love is priceless time, do not burn.
Love those who love you in return.
Thirteen years until another to adore,
Now not a one-way track,
I loved her, she loved me back.
A perfect love evermore.
The sun replaced my mental cloud,
She said, “I love you,” right out loud.
Waves of love made me warm,
A love that became the norm.
Life is now the dream I sought,
Living love, the way life ought.
Yes, time moves with no grin,
My dream faded not with aged skin.
To the one whose love is no ghost,
To forever love, I propose a toast:
We grew old with love and fun,
I love you. My heart and soul you won.
This poem is also on Vimeo
https://vimeo.com/440756997
What do you romanticize when there is no beauty left?
There are no ponds to sit beside
There are no trees for me to write beneath
I haven't heard a bird sing to me in what feels like a decade
The light pollution has clouded my eyes and I'm afraid that if it ever clears I'll see this place for what it is and become so
They say one only can be wise,
If able to mathematize.
But what really underlies,
Is the failure to alphabetize.
Our numbers are arabicized,
A language to be more precise.
So is everything programmized,
Just language, oversimplified.
So maths freaks, wouldn’t it be wise
To speak in poems, homogenize,
Don’t let us feel lobotomized
Let’s feel the love, romanticize!
***
April 14, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
While textualizing history
(now after nearly 24 centuries)
Of the Battle of the ‘Vitasta,’ or ‘Hydaspes’
Or the Jhelum (a name now common),
There’s bound to be some swerve,
Which is how (according to Bloom)
Poetry is born—
Now that there are claims and counter-claims:
Alexander conquered India,
(by courtesy of Arrian);
No, he fled, a hypothesis
As advanced, notably by Zhukov
(Who, it is claimed, would know
A fleeing force if he saw one).
How did Zhukov happen to see
Alexander's army fleeing?
GOK!
But this is not an attempt to romanticize the battle,
Glorifying either Alexander and his Bucephalus
Or King Porus and his valiant elephant.
Now, if we go by Arrian, what’s the bottom line?
You were wounded, King Porus,
But it did not matter to you in the least;
But your elephant was killed,
Which decided the end of the great battle.
You fought fiercely— till the end.
So did your men,
But only until you collapsed.
Then they started fleeing
As would any troop in those times—
In the circumstances.
And they were chased by the Greek garrison (in reserve)
That joined from across the Jhelum—
A neat plan that Alexander had thought out
And it worked.
Alas, for want of a rider,… the battle was lost!
Come to think of it,
Yours after all was a top-down system,
As was any such system (Alexander’s included),
Until modern times, which would collapse,
Like a quake-hit city,
When the leader falls.
But that was not the end of the story.
The best is yet to be, as we know.
For you, Porus, it was dignity even in defeat.
And Alexander happened to be
The truest friend and noblest foe.
You, now in chains, asked to be treated as a King.
So, you were reinstated and made the Satrap
(the Governor of the Greek Dominon).
The lesson (or one of the lessons)
that we have learnt from your battle,
King Porus, is this:
Any good team should have a Second-in-command!
***
Lengthy rolling clause...
The dawns-
acre's of clouds rotating the days on!
I'm in bins,
crushing scores as they collide-
romanticize these additions to the outer rims...
Our planets,
the sea's-
remaining culture's to be released.
I'm the pigment that can never show it's real live-
it's monicor...made up life.
I was away for a day,
came home to the thunderous rize...
Caught on well 'they said'-
but I stray diminutive,
command a rhye.
Bow song,
and imagined steady long,
the shore's attract nothing,
I sleep like I'm totally gone!
Reapers deny thy finds-
I eat them in song.
If it's never to light...I create pace of ...
Have you had a dinner overlooking Rome?
A quiet, garden setting, where you two are alone?
Darkened bushes, candlelit table, with tiny lights all aglow,
romanticize the setting, as we all know.
Start with a glass of a fine red wine,
aged just right, and sweet as the vine.
A little Antipasto is what I certainly would say,
Cheeses, Salami, Pepperoni, and Flatbreads all go a long way.
A Caesar Salad prepared at your table side and done,
by a young Brazzi look alike, with a certainty of perfection.
The glass of a fine white wine will next set the pace,
changing the evening, while staying in place.
The Entree ordered is a delicious Piece of Sole,
large enough to share, baked to its flaky goodness in whole.
Asparagus Spears, Broccoli, or Italian Beans simmered with soy,
could all be accepted as Side Dishes with our fish to enjoy.
Tiramisu for her, Creme Brule' for me with its golden crown,
with an Ice Wine to wash these tasty Desserts down.
Then a Latte or Cappuccino might just do,
with some Creme Sherry to finish the mood.
A short romantic walk to the Trevi 'neath Rome's idyllic moon,
means that our dinner has ended all too soon.
Our "Special Evening" however, is only done,
When we later make love to each other...uniting as one.
written: 10/25/15