Love Romance Poems - Poems about Love Romance

GOTCHA!

Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were poetic art!
He will deliberately ambush you and your entire tush
with a gush loaded arrow he does romantically push
into hearts genuine states of goofy, gooeyed, loving mush.

No one on this earth can evade him, only

Love Ketten

Love, impatiently awaiting
awaiting the heart to regroup.
Regroup from all of the torment,
torment from the mirage of love.

Love can rip down your defenses 
defenses that stonewall the heart.
heart of the most giving person
person so deserving of love.

lady bugs kissing on feathers

lift me up, birds of praise,
I'm sinking in the spaces
of this unholy void.
She twirls with her lace,
and momentarily paces,
this cemetery is wired
hidden in darkest grit soils.
if our passion builds a fire,
elementary of the passion
we even forget our names.
As our eyes staked to claim
awkwardly drawn together,
so newly shyly terrifying,
if the spark wasn't mystifying,
lady bugs kissing on

solid ice

I'll dive through
solid ice,
into freezing waters
to drag you,
up to life,
resuscitate
your sweet heart
with drops of blood,
hold you around
the waist
and squeeze
the salty sea out,
pollution swallowed...
rub your forehead
caress your ears
as you come to,
again a silvery spoon
to this bronze fork.
And golden are plains
to heavens least forbore.

Deception

At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent terns,
Yodelling and returning from carnivals of the
Wild. From the faint glow, a rainbow stretches
For a cuddle, musing over a curious world,
Ditched by diaphanous tarradiddles of the odd.
Shadows on ground level

Thrill of Late Summer

his lips slipped upon mine; into dreaming
in the satellite of fall's chaste shadows
sphered by the last cast of summer streaming
onto our free skin, sunk in the shallows
our first kisses, our first mature outlet
for a latent love now bursts in our ears
from seeds sown in spring's bosom, mere trinket
our little love, hedging, a nest appears
underneath the

Cosmically

Cosmically
Orgasmic,
Sensuality
Mystically
Inspiring
Cuddling,
Alluring
Lover 
Loving you.

Gotcha!

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!

He conceals behind the blush of day,
nips in, then dashes back away
with grinning lips and silver bow,
he strikes before I even know.

A stranger smirk, I feel the spark—
my calm heart a blind bargain,
no

Dub Bull Too

The bun knee, end, the ham stir 
r ee ting chock oh lit, end watch ching- 'Moo vees!
Kew dueling... 
                    'Two...Geth er, 
             

Erratic Dream

Virtuous she is, the strength she holds,
Erratic she be, but beautiful is thee,
Ravishing art thee, she is a dream, 
Opportune you shall scin, you’ll be;
Neat till death do us part, mi amor
Idyllic she be, like no other,  
Contagious her smile be, beautiful is thee,
Angelic her beauty, like no other.

Paranoid Inspired By Ozzy Tribute

I walked in and was blindsided,
your racing pulse I had to steal.
With the first glance fate decided,
I walked in and was blindsided.
Crazy train of thoughts misguided
this love to me seemed so unreal.
I walked in and was blindsided,
your racing pulse I had to steal.

Heartbreak

O’ Casagemas,
what is this Heartbreak I hear,
from this woman with sagged, fired breasts
and onion hips that tell a strumpet?

This cruel, shameless voyeur
with little mind — who owns a
vainglorious torso;
a Lady Serpent, viperous!

O’ Casagemas,
this Heartbreak hurts,
running streams of cold blood at cockcrow.
We cannot be counted among men
but among lizards with tail monuments.

Veronica, Juliet, Ada or Ulu?
How

Funeral

She left at the yawn of dawn
Between fog-densed waking hour
And rain-soused grey morning.
Veiled, her image was laced in silhouette.
She stood behind the fog-rain, a dark
Painting, sketched in black crayons of
Languor.
Her breath, one streak of ink
Of a satanic fresco on a dingy subway.
And the breath of the rain was heavy,
Brewed in hauteur -
So was the world

GOTCHA

"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, 
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!" 
When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow,
I find myself writing about love and romance.
I will never fight it,
I must enjoy this feeling and write on.
When cupid's arrow aims for

Love From Above

hot lot
nice ice

great neat
old bold

hon won
won bon
(sound like Korean or Japanese poem)

dear wear
rare pair

deep peep
fair air

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