Long Romantic Poems
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I have shown her the worst that I could be but i don't think it wavered her love for me
I can't completely know but on this note is only right that more I sow
Everyday passes, she gives me more reason to let go of my problematic facets
Truth; i think i've been scared of getting hurt, so I built up a wall that limited my trust
She's hasn't given me a reason of incertitude, she's proven to have a heart of verisimilitude
I guess I have been holding back but not anymore, the cat's finally out of the bag
What more proof do I need, she's obviously the best person I've been blessed to meet
She sees me for who I am, understands me, appreciates me and still accepts me
Who does that these days? I guess I'm lucky I've found someone like that and she's bae
Her patience has been overwhelming and now in my heart, she is no doubt helming
Her level of understanding, I have underestimated but no more withstanding
I guess me always writing proves how she's interesting and how much she interests me
Sometimes saying I love her is not depth enough, cos more than any other person, she's beloved
When you entered the room everything stood still.
Only your gentle and precise movements are what I see.
I know you feel me watching and I'm sure it makes you nervous.
Forgive me.
I'm drawn at first to your dark but lucid eyes.
The accent of your brows placed passionately above them causes my world to melt away and become engulfed into yours.
Your hair lovingly outlines a face of innocent beauty.
The smooth lines of your nose entrap my thoughts as they gracefully lead to your lips...
Forgive me.
Your lips, from a distance, draw me close.
The velvety soft features call out to my passions and lead me into a dream.
A passionate dream where angels fear to tread.
I imagine a soft scent of flowers that would entrap my desires as you adjust your long flowing hair to reveal a tempting and reverent neck.
As my eyes fall softly and downward, your silhouette of infatuating design fascinates me.
Your hands, your hands are perfect. Your nails are beautiful.
Again, forgive me for the thoughts that entrap my soul.
I see your hands ever so close. Touching my face, my chest, my body...
Reality causes my passion for you to die ever so
abruptly... The world can at times be cruel and
painful. Too often, two worlds never meet...
For but a moment I envision a shared world of passion
and a lifetime of encounters that fill my soul with such desire that I... I...
Forgive me...
Thank you for gracefully entering my world and
letting me share moments of romantic passion
with you!
Again... please forgive me for desiring your
presence, your touch, your passion, your soul...
My Breath, my love, you are always here in my thoughts and in my heart. I feel you near and how you care.
Your love is like the breath of air; it flows back and forth into my life like we are one.
Love I can feel you near, hugging me like only true love can.
Feeling you kiss me makes me feel so happy it makes me smile all through my day.
Love you are so sweet, my shining star, you make me so happy I could weep tears of joy.
Walking hand in hand through this life, makes me know that all of my life is alright with you by my side.
Love is like the feeling that we feel, it is like the love from God that brought us here. It shines so bright in our heart and mind that we feel it with just a thought of the one we love so dear.
Loving you is so much fun, it has brought me a feeling that is better than any other love. Your love makes me feel anew, and makes me want to try all things new.
Loving you is like fresh snow, it feels so pure and new, making me want to feel you close all through the moments in life.
Love like ours that shines so bright, making its way like the morning light, gives me the feeling of you by my side.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
A shadow is a fickle thing
Reflections of a darker light
Whose shape is like remembering
Lost legends of the night.
Yonder wakes some ghost some dream
So oft as starry battered skies
Have shed a thousand shattered beams
On dismal and unyielding eyes.
Tis in that silence and that dark
As in the chambers of the heart
Where past and future greet then part
So swift, they twain do seem so far.
For thus is shadow silence’ form
A rede of youthful innocence
Like beauty with the break of morn
Which comes and goes we know not whence
But passing as the shadow-light
As though a phantom o’er the sea
Whose breath is but the melody
Of shadow on the hilly height
I’ve stood upon that lurid shore
Beneath the wretchedness of moon
Where land and sea do oft make war
As though the world hath met its doom.
The shadow of a brief repose
The pause betwixt the crashing shoals
A moment stirs then wakes again
The chambers where my shadow’s been
If love and doom are but a pain
Ideas but over-gloried in a name
For fate hath strangely made them twain
My fate or doom is but the same.
I write romantic poems and vignettes, these are leftover lines that were cut from them.
I ran a Perplexity search and all these lines are "No attribution found" - so they're mine!
Sweet talk glitters like fireworks but fades quickly
into regrets that linger like afterglow
Cupid never aims, he enjoys chaos.
Don’t mistake a boy's attention for affection.
Love writes poetry; heartbreak edits it.
Romance begins with laughter and verbs
and ends with self-interest and subjunctives.
“Do you have any hobbies?”
“I collect romantic mistakes,”
In my youth, you’d know I was trying to get lucky
if I was wearing mascara.
Are guys worth the hours of makeup?
I’ll let you know in the morning.
I believe in love and latex.
Nothing interrupts a good fight like sex.
Desire is want without conscience.
When I’m sweet talked properly, like a poet,
I can forget that I’m cynical.
Flattery is incomplete foreplay.
Lust sneaks in like an opportunity
Romance is how we frame sex so it feels civilized.
Never confuse seduction with sincerity.
Pleasure is the first stage of regret.
Passion is mischief in poor lighting.
My mind usually outraces stimulations,
which can leave me alone at the finish.
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Songs for this:
The usual things by Marshall Crenshaw
Paprika by Japanese Breakfast
Kiss me, don't kiss me
By Michelle Morris
04/04/2023
You drive me crazy when I'm with you
You drive me crazy when we're apart
How can we move on, honey
If we're doomed right from the start?
You drive me crazy when we're together
You drive me crazy when we fight
How can we move on, honey
If we just can't get it right?
Kiss me, don't kiss me
Miss me, don't miss me
Kiss me, please kiss me
Let's kiss this love to freedom
Love me, don't love me
Fight me, don't fight
Love me, please love me
Let's love each other right
You drive me crazy when I'm with you
You drive me crazy when we're apart
How can we move on, honey
If we're doomed right from the start?
You drive me crazy when we're together
You drive me crazy when we fight
How can we move on, honey
If we just can't get it right?
Kiss me, don't kiss me
Miss me, don't miss me
Kiss me, please kiss me
Let's kiss this love to freedom
Love me, don't love me
Fight me, don't fight
Love me, please love me
Let's love each other right
Kiss me, don't kiss me
Miss me, don't miss me
Kiss me, please kiss me
Let's kiss this love to freedom
Love me, don't love me
Fight me, don't fight
Love me, please love me
Let's love each other right
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Which American does not know great Tony Stark?
An industrialist tycoon like strapping shark;
Born with silver spoon in his mouth; noble bequest!
Lived luxurious life one considered blessed...!
Afghan enters his life; like virus in robot;
Terrorists kidnap him; force him to weapon-plot;
He builds his sly armor; makes his vanish easy;
Plays ploys; Shifts into iron man; tough, yet, frenzy...!
Cocktails and women beauties; Romantic, yet firm;
Juvenile play-boy; yet, strict to mercantile term;
Not lonely though alone; full of fun and frolic;
Midst accomplishment of tasks, he has his rollick...!
Pushed to misuse his invention of iron-man,
Virtuously he dismantles his harm-filled plan;
Splaying bundle of freedom virtues and vices,
Tony Stark is an epitome of guises...!
01 July 2022
Captain America's Friends or Foes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?
How beautiful are you to me?
No words in any language
Could aptly describe what it is I see
However I will try for clarity's sake
So that you may obtain a clue
Ok here goes, but I'm still not sure
The attempt I'll be making is true
Start with thoughts of lilacs
Beautiful to behold
Colors that are quiet
Quiet, yet innately bold
Now simply think of roses
Is it possible to view
The petals on their flowers
Without seeing beauty that's true?
Next time you spot a bluebird
See how graceful she gets about
Her gracefulness is effortless
That's her beauty standing out
For the sake of time I'll stop right here
But the idea I think you get
You're beautiful sweet Bluebird
Though full description's still not met
I've tried through lines of poetry
To bring others your essence to sight
I dream of my beautiful Bluebird
Almost every single night
ILUUNO
Will you think of me each day
If I ever go away
And not return because I
Had to to fly up in the sky
With my halo and new wings
Will our memories just bring
Back happy times from long ago
And will a smile start to show
As you remember all the days
We were crazy and the ways
Hugs would keep us cozy warm
And we'd get through any storm
With a love so strong and true
Please be happy--never blue
Cause I will be looking down
As my love is all around
In your heart and when you look
At the places that you took
Me on dates--romantic nights
And I know you'll be alright
I will be forever here
With each smile and sad tear
Keeping watch over my love
From the heavens up above
The thing I do to be nearer to him,
Commuting even in weather so grim.
The things I do to have more acceptance,
Cleaning his home for a much better chance.
The bus I go northbound in drives down memory lane,
As I reminisce about what he and I once were, in silent pain.
The bus I go eastbound with shows me where he's recently been,
As I daydream of a future wish I deeply hold within.
The commute may not always feel worth it,
But I want to show him I love him every bit.
The way home always fills me with sorrow,
But I always know there is another tomorrow.
The things I do for him, despite coming and going,
It is because it is him whom I will never stop loving.
The things I go through for him doesn't make him obligated,
But the least I hope for is my love is one day reciprocated.