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My soul hates this type of love. It's literally my natural enemy. However, I am happy, truly, because I stay true to myself. At the same time, my anger is an acidic stream of fire more powerful than a billion PSI and roars at speeds greater than sound. I choose selfishness as my path in life. Love is never stronger than selfishness nor is selfishness stronger than love. Emotions don't have power alone, we give them power. Like swords, the wiser and more skillful one is at wielding them, the more rewards there are to reap. Selfishness is stronger than love in any and every way if a hint of fairness and integrity are added to it. Humans are not able to love one another, it's delusion at best. I always ask romantic couples why do they love their partner, they almost never know why. I personally believe that if love was real in humans, it should be a conscious decision, not an instinct because lust is instinct. Lust is selfishness, while love is selflessness. So many people delude themselves into thinking that they're in love with someone, when in reality, they're attracted to something that person has, physical or non-physical material. Logic is also more powerful than romantic love, which shatters the maze that countless get lost in. Though life is no straight path, logic and selfishness make life great if used wisely. Selflessness isn't foolish in and of itself, most use it incorrectly. No matter what, selfishness and logic are some of my strongest powers. These two strengths will get me farther in life than most who have a romantic partner, especially in freedom. There is no freedom in love, going rogue is the only option. I'm proud to be a maverick as I improve my own power and avoid seeking help from humans, face to face, as much as possible. I am stronger than romantic love, because, once again, I stay true to myself. Staying true to myself is the sword I use to cut down delusion and defend myself against other lies. No human on Earth is my ally nor my enemy, I'm someone who lives for fun and not for a purpose like a soldier. Life isn't meaningful nor meaningless, we give it meaning, though I find most of life to be worthless. My life, devoid of romantic love, will keep pressing on the more I dive into freedom and the blissful depths of wise selfishness. As such, I will keep fighting onward against my enemies, romantic love and other frauds like it.
Fast steady steps but not sure where to go
Strong sturdy arms but ready to give in
Warm playful gaze with a hue of sadness
A cursing tongue
capable of sweet innocent promises
Wrap me in your arms
Hide me in your smile
But baby don’t drag me for a mile
Fill me, consummate my soul
A touch that could burn
A look of yearn
Words that could calm my spirit
An embrace that shields me
A smell that rubs off
A presence that could linger
A face that could show me the world
A being that makes life unfold before me
I wish i could be the one
Who could be with you when you are afraid
Placate your fears
Chase the dark shadows of your past
Close your wounds
Heal your scars
I want to be the one to te tell you that
Snowflakes do not taste good
That flowers do bloom in the spring
And that splinters hurt
I just want to be there for you
Make sure that your everything is going to be alright
I want to make you believe
That true love exists
I want to smother you with feathery kisses
If i can't hug you long enough
tell you I love you too often
Know that I believe in us together
Even if it can’t be all that
I have given you the rarest opportunity
To allow you to see my own beauty
All the reasons i have in me
My qualms, realms, pent up emotions
New perspective and even my uncertainties
You have reached that special part of me
Where you could hear my heart flutter
Listen to me when i say nothing a
But i mean something
When you could thrust me deep
In the night sky’s feverish theme
In return you have share with me
A place where we can confront our needs
dreams and unspoken fears
The storehouse of our hope that encompasses
The essence of who we truly are
But when i see a furrow in your brow
A glitch of sadness in those eyes
Or hear you curse and yell
Sense anger in your voice
I shudder with fear but somehow
make myself strong enough
So i could run and hold you
rock you gently
Say it's okay baby
In your world where everybody hates
a happy ending story
Let me be the one to say forever and ever
before the end
I hope time will not come when my dawn will break
Giving light to your mind that we are meant
But this time with you is not wasted in sorrow
But spent in smiles
Despite the future’s call
My case i now rest my heart i now give
Myself i surrender before my time slips
And runs out with fate.
"I'm gonna marry you someday"
Her Lover jokes with her
They drive in her fancy car, she's
Amused by tipsy words
"Don't be silly, my young drunk friend"
She shoots back while he grins
"Just watch, Sweetie. Just watch...someday"
He says, chuck'ling again
He says earnestly, "You know that
Big wedding feast was neat.
I have never seen one like that.
Thank you for bringing me"
They stop at a red light. She smiles
Softly at her young beau
Proud to bring him to her culture
To let him get to know
She reaches out and holds his hand
He brings hers to his lips
His eyes a little glassy from
Refreshments he had sipped
"I'll tell you what! That shot your mom
Gave me was pretty strong
It tasted just like licorice
I think I'll feel it long"
She laughs, "Yeah be careful with that
'Twill knock you on your @ss"
The red light changes back to green
She stomps hard on the gas
"Damn, Girl, don't go and kill us now
I am too young to die"
She gives him her best tough-girl smirk
And the side of shining eyes
They talk and laugh on the way back
To her old childhood home
Reliving the festivities
While warnth of Lovers grows
The dancing and the tip money
Flying all through the air
The little old man whose crying
Touched everyone there
The way all guests knew her Lover
As her "Irish" young man
The only blue-eyed guy in sight
They kept beers in his hand
The hospitable welcome
Was quite touching to him
But some of the young men in there
Tried to look right through him
She's a bit uncomfortable
When he jokes about that
While all were very welcoming
There was slight tension had
But she shrugs it out of her mind
When they get to her house
The Lover's a tad unsteady
As he tries to get out
Of the car in the large driveway
She goes to give a hand
It turns out it was just a trick
He pulls her down to land
In his lap in the car's seat and
Starts to give her kisses
Her heart's routine of losing the
Couple beats it misses
They respond to each other as
They always seem to do
"When they are asleep" she whispers,
"I'll come and ravish you"
His big smile of young eagerness
A kiss, another hug
And the adorable way she
Can make him look so smug
She pulls him out from the car as
More kisses invade her
She fends him off to go inside
She'll make them all up later...
As a song once said and said it so well, but I digress
What an unbelievable thing
The memories of that special someone I really loved clearly haunted me
The pain I felt was simply unbearable and soul-sucking
Wait, luckily, I can finally see clearly now after doing something all so random
So random, I simply never thought I would ever strike gold at any point in my unfortunate life
But my God, I am so happy I looked for help in the middle of nowhere
After all, for so long, I thought I had true love
For so long, I thought pain was a part of that love no matter what
However, that extra special someone somehow finally came along, got my undivided attention and changed my outlook on everything
That someone is the random darling that melt my damn heart and soul right from the very start
Words cannot describe how much I adore this person
Words simply don't do this vision of human perfection justice (if she even is human, cause no human is this good) but I’ll try
Her voice comforts me and is so alluring to me
Her ways, stances, preferences, and interests are so like my own, it's scary
She is so sweet, and she is oh, so generous
She has character and is unbelievably humble
Her well-being rubs off on me, yes, me, a man who had no well-being to begin with
This woman makes me laugh; this sweetheart makes me smile
AND she really makes me think a lot and mostly about what matters
She helped me forget that other one
She helped me realize that other one was a huge mistake
Unlike that one, this woman is the one
This woman is the only one
This woman is the only one I see now
She is my everything
She is my reason to do anything
She is on a whole other level and that level is unreachable, but she gives me the ladder to reach it
No woman compares, and no man or woman will ever come before her, ever
Ever, ever, yes, ever
There is only one thing left to say when it comes to the way I really think about her and how much she means to me
Well, first this, and then that
As a song once said and said it so well
There is nothing else
There is only one thing left to say when it comes to the way I really think about her and how much she means to me
Well, first this, and then that
As a song once said and said it so well
There is nothing else
Two loving heart filled with desire,
these souls set ablaze by dragon's fire.
Torn apart and cast assunder,
raging storm hear the thunder.
Both halves searching for their whole,
while trying to live life and play the role.
All others are driven away by its rage
dim the lights turn the page.
Not by the hand of man but god above,
gave life to these hearts so full of love.
pure and simple tainted by none,
two souls joined together as one.
A tender touch to calm the heart,
that look of passion now torn apart.
The screaming thoughts of words not told,
endless nights so lost and cold.
Heartless and torid is the rain,
sharp and daming is the pain.
Of the loss we share
as we live our lives in such depair.
no one knows the hurt inside
without a word we do hide.
Dreaming of a time when all was right,
most of the day and thoughout the night.
Two loving heart filled with desire,
these souls set ablaze by dragon's fire.
Torn apart and cast assunder,
raging storm hear the thunder.
Both halves searching for their whole,
while trying to live life and play the role.
All others are driven away by its rage
dim the lights turn the page.....
After all these years in this desolate heat,
these two heart so lost now begin to beat.
Breathing so much life back into the night,
the flames rage so bright they blind the sight.
Two loving heart beating freely so untamed,
exotic passion expressed yet unashamed.
Calling out so loudly to the gods up above,
to grant their wishes to reunite there love.
Their souls yearning to feel the power of the fire,
joining as one seeking the flame as it grows higher.
These two heart overfilled with erotic desires,
to feel the sweet touch to see what transpires.
With each beat of there hearts in antisipation,
as to where they will be taken in this transformation.
Trusting one another and forsaking all the rest.
it goes unwritten and will be put to the test.
Two loving heart filled with desire
these souls set ablaze by dragons fire.
The word never spoken now freely flow,
even the stars in the sky brightly glow.
The waves of rage now turned to kind,
as the love these heart anew do find.
Through the years as these hearts age,
dim the lights turn the page......
Top shelf cologne exhibits sensual tail of peacock
Entrances my senses at our eleven a.m embrace
Eyes shut, my erratic stamina borrows comfort
Curled into leather front seat, chest inhales safe
Our waterfall guffaws cascade in establishments of stature
Grilled salmon, staple lunch, gregarious wine supports us
Role's novelty and glitz incessantly scratches my rapture
Unorthodox allure makes mockery of standard formulas
Indirect looks from diners, behind raised glasses, warped
Solid gold arrogance declares benefits blatantly displayed
Society fears breaking the mould, glued to ordinary course
Our acquired theme sustains disdain for lifestyles staid
Ocean boulevard grandeur sees counterpart meshed potential
Sleek topless travel exalts unfelt mist, road gloss moisture
Your life thickened fingers amorously grasp my thigh's tender
I agree to be owned, an ornament connects material pleasure
When the Polstar slows to crawl of steady tiger, stealthily slips
mid afternoon into carpark of your harbour side apartment
Disparagement wedges beneath my ribs, not having envisaged
aerobics of limber mayhem, loosened make-up, not just yet
Smug expression hugs your face, read in tight lipped pressure
I assert my plan to showcase new swimsuit may now be ruined
"Absolutely promise, gorgeous, there's no chance you'll regret."
My climbing premonition messages a gem of genuine
Ponytail splayed against mirrored wall of elevator
Ardent kissing's conclusion resurfaces your chivalrous
Door barely closed before I pouncing kitten paw you
Your flailing indicating a spare key cut for me, erroneous
"My doll, my dear desirable, the key is incompatible."
Mysterious grimace molests your face, causing me to frown
"Did the rum with lunch rupture your remaining brain cells?!"
Fatherly pats of my arms speak a decoy which confounds
Journey up two flights, could it be... heart in throat
Silenced keys caress sweat sodden peeled open palm
Your anticipating stare burns my back, unopposed
Oh, justify me - yes! - the door complies on demand
"Neighbour, do you like it?" superfluous inquiry smiling
Floating eight stories above glint of yacht metropolis
Invited by windows handing out reviving hold of horizon
Violent screams likely deafen you, interjected with frantic kisses
I.
Eros walked slowly through the forestland,
Near Mount Olympus, in the soft twilight.
By his side, he held his bow in his hand,
As he walked on through the advancing night.
Above the forest, the evening was clear,
As a full moon lit up the mountain’s peak,
An endless number of stars filled the skies.
Through the trees, he saw a wandering deer,
That appeared to be searching for a creek—
He quickly followed its path with his eyes.
II.
Reaching back into his quiver with care,
Eros placed an arrow within his bow.
He quietly raised the bow in the air,
Then he slowly crouched his body down low.
He watched the deer at the creek quench its thirst,
As he swiftly trailed it through the thick brush—
Suddenly, there came a beautiful sound.
The music startled both of them at first,
Then Eros and the deer left in a rush—
The arrow fell from his bow to the ground.
III.
As they both followed the sound of the lyre,
They then found themselves now coming nearer
To a woman on a rock near a fire—
Her sound and her beauty became clearer.
The deer slowed down from the pace which it ran,
And shook the loose leaves away from its fur—
Erato had brought an end to the hunt.
Her playing always charmed both beast and man—
The deer calmly listened from behind her,
And Eros stood enamored from the front.
IV.
They listened together, as she played on,
Wearing myrtle and roses in her crown.
Further into her presence, they were drawn—
Surrendering, Eros placed his bow down.
In the moonlight, Erato’s tunic flowed,
Appearing light blue within the green trees,
And her golden lyre began to glisten.
The fading embers of her campfire glowed,
And remained burning in the gentle breeze—
Eros stood and continued to listen.
V.
Overhead, the moon hid behind a cloud,
The fire was soon extinguished in the dark.
Her playing became increasingly loud,
And the fire reignited with a spark.
The playing then soon silenced in the night—
Her precious lyre upon the rock she placed,
And handed Eros a golden arrow.
He then watched the deer leave in the firelight—
Being thankful, for their presence it graced,
And for the sounds from the clearings narrow.
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...She went with him and she had to, inside a knot of dread,
distracted by all of the things that she feared lay ahead,
disrobed with her mind in a haze, she would not meet his eyes,
complied mechanically when he said, “Now, open your thighs.”
Expected to feel his weight, and the fast beat of his heart,
but Geren just lower his head besides her sacred parts…
the pleasure that took her just then caught her quite unaware,
she’d never even hear of men using their tongue down there,
and though he was her captor, and her life a lousy lot,
all she wanted in that moment was for him not to stop.
When it was finally over, and she lay in his arms,
her mind struggled with all of it, had he not done her harm?
Had not he been one of the men stealing her innocence?
How could she reconcile this with what he had done then?
Perhaps it was a one-time things, since she bore his child,
but that was quickly dispelled, the next night was as wild!
In fact, it became regular, him seeking her pleasure,
wasn’t she a concubine? Why treat her like a lover?
Why smile when he passed her by, why see that she fell well?
Was it only for the child? She couldn’t really tell.
And for nine moths she wondered on whether this man could care,
but hope is torment to a slave, and so she didn’t’ dare.
When the day came she was afraid, of things gone wrong and death,
she knew that for many women birth could bring their last breath.
But Geren has his doctor there, paid for a good midwife,
and despite her petite body, everything went allright.
Admist a pain she’d never knowns, she wondered, in a haze,
why Geren went to such expense for a new infant slave?
Why did he hold her in his arms, and haze with raptured Eyes?
She didn’t understand it and was too tired to try.
But then he called to everyone, said, “Bear witness to me,
I claim my daughter for this house, forever she is free!”
This brought a gasp from the doctor, he must’ve thought him mad,
to claim the slave-born as your own, to call yourself its dad…
the midwife knelt down by her said, “By the gods you’re blessed,
your children will never be slaves, sleep now, you’ve earned your rest.”
She passed out watching Geren lift his daughter up with pride,
and when she woke she found them both cuddled up at her side.
CONTINUES IN PART V
Whether written or verbal, some emotions are difficult for me to express. Some are forgotten, but there are those once in a life-time experiences that simply refuse to be dislodged from one's memory. I take great delight in sharing one of mine with you.
I do not recall such an emotion before or since, and most likely I never will; but with that romantic memory, once was enough. A man's heart can only take just so many butterflies.
I remember the year, the occasion, and that night. It was one date to remember with one lasting love.
We had just finished dinner at a nice restaurant, and within a couple of blocks, while driving, I felt a strong bubbling inside of me. I felt so good, I pulled over, stopped, and kissed my date.
That butterfly emotion was clearly a love token to me. I sensed that it was far beyond another short-lived infatuation. I was struck with a fever, and within 18 months, we were married.
Through good times and bad, sometimes hot and other times not so much, that fever has matured into a covenant, a commitment, and a devotion that have lasted for more than 45 years.
03102018 FB PS
Slim Fast
For the diet can not last
The weight that which we weigh
Is produced by the calories our mouth intakes
And if it is more cakes and bakes
Than salad and fiber breakfast flakes
The noise the scale's are bound to make
Are of a badly misfiring car
Rather than that of a well tuned athletic star
So the next time you choose to indulge in a chocolate bar
Instead of a carrot or a healthy yogurt bar
You chose to take a drive in your car
Because you were to lazy to walk
Listen to the way your thighs talk
And your bum sweats and boobs chafe
And the way your favorite old clothes no longer fit
And if you wear them the seams will split
If only gym and eating right
Was as simple as lighting a candle
None of us would have love handles
And fat and thin would mean the same thing
So everyone would be into the same thing
Maybe then when size no longer matter's
We could all choose partners based on who they are
Rather than do they fit into our preconceptions
Of size and what defines beauty
Imagine choice unbiased by insecurity
Choose life
Choose rather who is right for you
Not initially based on the beauty of there face
Or body size
The prettiest women I have ever dated
Scored at most 4 out of 11
But the so called not conventional or large girls
Took me to places no pretty girl ever could
And when the panting and boring sex had stopped
All I was left with was an empty vessel
Who couldn't hold a conversation
Unless it revolved around them
And paying them compliments
I would be forgiven for thinking they were shallow
But if it wasn't for the fact I choose them
Above all the other more suitable women
I cast aside
Because I put my own stupid personal pride
Above choosing someone worthy to Love
Just because the size does not fit
Doesn't mean you can not grow into it
Both people and clothes come in many guises
And no 1 surmises or gives out prizes
More than us and what is the fuzz all about
We all live in glass houses
We all pass comment and lament
Over choices other make
Its what makes the righteous shallow
And blow's Cupid's arrow
Many a time choose a different course
And so many couples in perpetual lovers remorse
Because it takes far more metal
To choose a mate
Than to please the inadequacies of our so called best mates