Love Romance Poems - Poems about Love Romance

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...

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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...

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"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...

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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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Alas, my heart! Breathe. Behave. A saviour awaits your sinking gaze Too much of your eyes would set it all ablaze. Bring with you a lamp so bright Burn my kingdom. Alas, we’d be the only ones alive. ...

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JANUARY 2024 Hello, person. My person, who bathes and drifts in the steaming lake of blue And chirps a melody of solitude While strumming the oak guitar for the blaze. Hello to you-- If you want to hear my thoughts. My person, whose eyes bleed of the weeping willow's dye, Who holds the warmth of the stars in their skin, Who holds the wisps...

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Mere glimpse of her hair is enough, Today this much dare is enough. Hints of tears of love in her eyes, Such fond prize so rare is enough. She eyeing me with fleeting glance, To me such honour is enough. The dream of her beautiful lips, As investment fair it’s enough. Her hand held in hand can well wait, Today’s kiss in air is...

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An African drum throbs from a distance. It is heyday and there is rejoicing. But ululations surround me suddenly, and tensions Climb gently the steps of a dancing heaven. As my lobes grow softer and my hair stands On the grounds of love, I sense the throbs on my hollow soul, Near, yet so far, for the wretched wench Whose sweet eyes I...

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They called it short gratification— but I lost my soul in the trade. A moment’s pleasure, for a lifetime of emptiness, a spark that consumed the temple I once was. O Woman, your body is not desire’s playground— it is the chalice of divinity. If you fail to respect your sacred form, no man ever will. Each man you lie with, leaves an imprint upon your soul. And...

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You were picked straight from the stem— a fruit fresh atop the bowl of offerings, something that must be fleece laid over blade. Not taken, but accepted. Not bitten, but cradled. And still, I would let you be the spiked fruit between my teeth— If you asked. If not to taste your sweet, then to feel your sting against my tongue. Pain can be a kind of...

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For Lovers... For what’s been said by songs of love more beautifully than I could ever put down into words ...

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Say you love me like I love you often and always a million times embrace me consume me burn me with kisses If you go deaf I will stop listening If you go blind I will stop looking If you die I will stop living . . Songs for this: Lover Girl by Laufey Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox In a Manner of Speaking (feat. Camille) by Nouvelle Vague...

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In the unspoken stanzas of glance, A language of love is skillfully enhanced. Flushed cheeks , shy eyes , Glimmering like starry night skies. The melody of footsteps, a syncronized pace, A duet of devotion in every gaze. Fingers touch, cheeks glow red, Whispered secrets in the heart's closest thread. The eyes deep dialect, a secret code, Conveys the heart's deepest abode. The soft curves...

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sunflower eyes, honeycomb gaze, symmetrical features, beautiful face. i want to get closer— to erase the space that exists between your surface level sex appeal and celestial grace. ...

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#All_I_want The ticking on my wrist, start to show my age, and what could have been, some memories worth dumped by the roadside. Time is of no essence to me now. Been pondering, even these walls starts suffocating me. Been counting, with these fingers of mine, they too can't comprehend my outstanding life expectations. Someone ...

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