Best Romeos Poems
The sky slid across a thinly iced sun
As clouds collided amid piled up heaps
Painting noses pink, where powdered breath spun
Webs of frost surrounding when minutes creep
On skittish feet, wary of time’s upkeep
When their passion’s reckless young Romeos
Discard stoic gray for flashy road shows
What impatient eyes fail to calculate...
A serene gleaned as the wisdom of snow
Lands quiet, where wounded hopes hibernate.
1/03/21
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O Romeo O Romeo
How foolish it was of you
Why you could have had sweet Rosaline
And a secret lover too
What madness possessed you
To drink poison and to die
Leaving Juliet to suffer
Stabbing wounds of suicide
O Juliet O Juliet
What waste of precious life
For few moments of passion
Was it worth the sacrifice
What madness possessed you
Why give your heart to him
When you could have had more Romeos
Than all the flowers of Spring
O Romeo O Juliet
Your tragic love story is written with regrets
At least it brought an end to your feuding families
The Montagues and Capulets
whose tongue is pepper hot
Of her I want to hear not
but of a tongue so soft
Of no quarrels to tear my throat
Stay in my every thought.
She with the eyes of a mother
The commitment of a soldier
with love flowing like a river
Strong in every weather
A partner In love forever.
My heart will lead me to her
wherever she is however far
I will give my heart out.
I will speak my heart
She hear me out.
Her memories I will live not without.
she with innocent reasons
That take a man's mind to free zones
With just two type heroes
Juliets and Romeos
soothing love echoes.
In my trust she will bathe
True love she will breathe
we'll not play false truth
we'll tell true truth
with no lies beneath.
Midnight Lament!
(Inspired by a personal experience, April 21, 2010)
Past the time he paints
The sky, midnight blue.
No room for complaints,
With summer breeze too.
While like herd of sheep,
Would they silently sleep,
I'd embrace those clouds so close.
If only were there no mosquitoes.
Cuddle, snuggle I'd in them,
Strain moonlight through astral seive,
Grab far lost ends, deftly hem,
Silk strings of time, I'd weave.
While sqeals in hunger, lonely bird;
Sips vinous grief, lone drunkard;
I'd sing to the moon in prose,
If only were there no mosquitoes.
I'd hit him hard, Weaponed Pillow!
We're since involved romantically.
Then hide inside, the friendly Willow,
Until he seeks me frantically.
While Romeos and Juliets sleep withdrawn;
I'd have him chasing me till dawn,
Paint albino him, in spring rainbows,
If only there were no mosquitoes.
Pallavi Khera
April 24, 2010
03:00 am
It hurts,
just looking at her hurts
The bond that connects me to her is not the other way round
It hurts to have a one sided love while the one you love hardly notices
The confidence to talk to her is washed away by our social class
She is beautiful and celebrated on collage but, I live a ghost life
She is s smiles with her equals, while I hide behind my book
Trying to describe her in words
It hurts to feel that the one you love was hurt by your own friend and that lives you
In throbbing for nothing you can do about it.
It hurts just beholding into her slick white round eyes knowing you hardly can get to her
So assertive I could be at times but it hurts when the audacity to tell her,” You are beautiful” fades away
It hurts to hear the tales of her and other Romeos than you
Oh my God it hurts
I even feel like I’m horrible, usually I feel dizzy with my heart pounding lethargically
All her movements’ in spectacle are always in a sluggish gesture and it hurts me when I glance her curved body in this motion
I only wish she may possibly discern, maybe my paper will get to express to her my tale
My sandman even cry when she passes by us since the sensation I have for goes beyond
If I were to reach a fortuitous of proving my feelings to her,
I would extinguish all my life just to demonstrate my affection and devotion to her exquisiteness
Her beauty is from the heart and fused with the prettiness of her appearance.
Sandoz… it hurts loving you short of you perceiving.
Crimson Moon
Oh starry night of crimson moon
Where air is filled with a minstrel’s tune
A lover’s den in which they woo
A magic Zen of a secret rendezvous
Where wind brings forth your ever presence
And kiss’s due are of the immediate essence
Salivating shadows of nights embrace
Undo the garments of lover’s lace
Oh moonlight of forevermore
Shine your rays that we may adore
On balconies of jubilant Juliet
Where forever Romeos ever met.
Dec.12.2016
NIGHT FANTASIES - Contest
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in the language of personal amplification
you'd think it was all a scam
to make you drop your guard
and play patty cakes with Evil
job 3 was to rearrange your molecules
into an actual you
capable of withstanding
the outcomes you generate
from a lack of detail
where science is not to be found
there is no other description that fits
praise the panoramic vista
just around the corner
it's all about the pivot points
so fat chance
among the exploding galaxies
minus the swashbuckling pistoleros and
armchair Romeos and
prisoners of doom and
fairytale living sacrifices
victory is not always a given
you have known this for years
when the paparazzi scribblers
were the Freedom Brigade
where your body parts
take on a life of their own
and deductions don't necessarily
insure your survival
and the mystery remains
job 4 is to better organize thoughts
the game of influence
is the game of influence of judgment
and in sum job 5 is to look at our expectations
and their reliance upon
the letters of the alphabet
separate inputs perceived as one
is an angel
allow me to present you
with the keys to the code
two eyeball pictures perceived as one
within the freedom to inquire
the fanatics want to stop time
that is all there is to it
in which case
a mild dose of persistence never hurts
vision is numbers is evidence
we suffer the memory of past volitions
many of them not our own
we have been engineered to be throttled
yah I took the long way home
much to the disgust
of every entity in the Universe
the list of culprits is long
you have been reading it
no surprise relief on the horizon
police could show up on my doorstep
at any suspecting instant
but the obvious comes easily to me
when I am uninhabited
that's what you get when
you stop trying to be appetizing
for those who cannot tolerate self mockery
there is a train load of pity
to add to the weight on your arms
when in doubt go for the learning
do for the learning
be for the learning
rampant imagination may be
a low grade ore
but the nuggets will blow your head to atoms
enjoy your nodule of security then
keep in mind it can quickly vaporize
in a new modality of immediacy
a traveling mosaic of instants
the next one looking back on the last
(to be continued)
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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A testament to human will it stands,
Fair maiden of all the foreign lands.
An equilibrium between Earth and sea,
Maintained in grotesque ecstasy.
The gentle lap of waves doth speak,
Of times ere now, of bygone weeks,
Of countless Romeos in ages old,
Emotions worth their weight in gold,
And whispers in the dark I hear,
Every time I saunter near
The unlit alleys and ragged walls,
Creaking bridges and eerie halls,
Fair Venice why art thou so dark?
Distress'd art thou, thy face is mark'd--
With horror; in words which no man dare etch,
Captured forever in this gloomy sketch.
Tasty words! With ketchup served hot..
Shattered Romeos, lover’s paradise: NOT!
The odd desperate housewife, wanting more!
Tired with the ONE hubby real sore..
“Feeling blue” they summon the angels from the wind
Trying hard to kindle the reader’s insatiable flint!
Stupendous secrets succumbing into the great “Void”
Fearlessly the writer rescues his version of The Helen of Troy!
The War time heroes,
With their grueling woes…and wives bestowed with imperial wait
I turn the page with a numb conscience
Still not in for comments!
Its when I see the boy who runs from the world,
A rich kid, a football hunk, always with a pretty doll;
Searching for peace,
Not some corrupt grease:
Lying at the face of the human race:
He finds divinity in nature,
Happiness in the beggar’s couture
All the fantasies he has, and the reality he fakes
Makes my finger whisper, like silent snowflakes:
I applaud the struggling lad, I can feel
The need of the vision and the dream…
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Listen up, all you buckaroo Cassanovas and would be Romeos.
Let me tell you a secret not every cowboy knows.
To win a lady’s heart, you must always endeavor
to show her that you 'll love her and will cherish her forever.
Now you can fix broken things to show her how you’re handy
or bring her a dozen roses and expensive boxes of candy.
You can take her to dinner and try to be witty and clever,
but there’s a quicker, better way to win her heart forever.
Just buy the lady a horse because women love equines,
and a big fancy diamond ring that sparkles and shines.
This will create a bond she’ll not soon wish to sever,
cuz in a woman’s heart, horses and diamonds are forever.
Lively little Linda, lost love of long ago,
Willingly wandered west with wild Wanda Wilson
Traipsing twice from Tennessee to Tyler Texas
Then to Tucumcari, Tucson, and Tonopah.
Likely larks lured to Lilly’s Lovely Ladies’ Lounge
Hardly having hazards hover their honest heads,
Both babes badly beaten on broken brothel beds
Rescued by rowdy, robust, roving Romeos.
Fleeing, flush-faced, from flashy, fickle first page fame
Heading for home, heartily hoping for healing
Daily devoted to drive Denver to Dover
Wayne waited for Wanda; Louie longed for Linda.
Passionate peaceful pals purposed no purpled past,
Welcoming Wanda and Linda to love at last.
Love is pure;
It can make Romeos and Juliets
Sacrifice their lives
On its alter.
Sweet as honey,pure as dew,
Love has untouched only a few.
Love is strong;
It can crystalize itself into
Gigantic Tajmahals.
Strong as a deserted lovers vengeance
Still sweet as wild jasmin's fragrance.
Love is beautiful;
Yeah,but to a lover
His love's object is most beautiful.
Love can beautify a savage's heart
Oh! love, where in history you haven't played a part?
And love is blind;
Love made Roman kings forget their duty
They saw only the Egyptian queen's beauty.
Love is blind,love is kind
It contains the essence of human kind.
But love is flexible;
Yes dear,love is also very flexible
Or tell me why
The lover who saw greener pastures
Told his lover
"My love to you is as a brother's"?
To some, love is measurable in terms of money
Alas!love,glorified by poets many.
Yet you will go on gluing the world
Sung and praised by people like a bird !
“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
Charisma
When he flashed that smile, with dimples and perfect chin,
the ladies’ knees grew weak and Romeos couldn’t win.
Not just the smile, but the North star twinkle in his eyes…
and the wink, not a blink, but a smoothness that electrifies.
He carries himself with grace, polite, yet bold and witty.
Around this charisma-dynamo, the opposite sex feels pretty.
He has his pick of every girl, in college, to his friends’ chagrin,
but the new girl, with Juliet-charisma, he’d have to kneel to win.
2/3/2023
Writing Challenge - C Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
A Brown Eyed Beauty
The train slowed down and fin'ly stopped
Here in our little town.
A brown eyed beauty smiled and winked
An' stepped down on the ground
She said I heard that Texas men
Can curl a young gal's toes
I come all the way from Kansas
To find me one of those
Well we was all flabbergasted
A lady talkin' such
There ain't no Romeos in town
In fact there just ain't much
The saucy gal said, "Where's your mayor?
Seems like the place to start."
So up the street we tagged along
To see our mayor, Bart
Now Bart had been around the block
Way back when he was young
Maybe he could tell this gal
The songs have all been sung
Well, in she went to have her say
An' then the sun went down
So we all drifted on back home
It's dark in our small town
Next mornin' we all gathered round
To watch her catch the train
But there she was on Bart's front porch
Singin' some old refrain
She said, "Howdy boys, lovely morn!
Ol' Bart's just sleepin' late.
If you'd bring up my clothes and things
I'd sure appreciate."
Well, we was stunned to say the least
As we brung up her clothes.
Who'd have thought it'd be ol' Bart
To curl them Kansas toes
Now that's been ten years more or less
Ol' Bart has kept his seat
An' when we talk about his wife
We don't mention her feet.
Had I those depths that elsewhere thrive,
Swiftly I’d into your blissful fathoms dive;
And bid old pangs on the loveless shore
Eternal bye as I toe and hair slink below.
Breathlessly I’d raptured sink down till
Heart and mind grow all mute and still;
And yet explore your depths’ fairer find
By dainty dints of amorous ions twined.
I’d not satisfied yield to early pleasures
That delude shallower ocean creatures;
Deeper yet would my rapt cruising go,
Farther byeing old pangs of the shore.
If transient blisses be earlier found
In my fishy drifts downward bound,
Savor them I may but further glide
Beyond easy pies Romeos deride.
At last methinks I should espy
Your ocean’s bed before I die;
And even if not I must for now
Sink yet for deeper feel below.