Beautiful Romantic Poems

neat nice luck
what a lovely night! 
calm cool love
wow oh my
beautiful amazing fate 
appreciated...

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There's this fine girl
In my street 
She said I'm very sweet 
She licks me like ice cream 
When the play starts 
She gives me high...

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There's this fine girl
In my street 
She said I'm very sweet 
She licks me like ice cream 
When the play starts 
She gives me high...

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Shayura:
“I dreamt my body was dull gold and rotted, fickle grace abandoned me, yet scattered, I reforged my essence through brilliance and incandescence, allotting my...

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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...

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When your blue eyes
Looked at my brown eyes,
Like the sky came to kiss the earth
With honour during the morning dew on the snowdrops. 
It makes...

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I always see your smiling face
It's tattooed on my mind
More beautiful than artwork
Or a name inked in a vine
You come to me in dream filled...

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She appeared like a shadow in silk,
On 57th Street,
Where men lose themselves
Trying to impress ghosts.

Victoria — that was her name.
She smiled not with warmth,
But with...

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I'll find some way to pass the time
While waiting for your call
I think I'll write a poem
A short one, kinda small
But don't be fooled by...

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             thuh touch
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I wasn’t searching for magic—
but then you smiled,
and the world quietly forgot how to turn
without pausing
to admire you.

You walked in
like a poem the sky had...

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The Cheshire Cat smiles
Behind the dark velvet sky
Where Fireflies wander...

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Disturbed by the interruptions 
He would be disrupted by my
Skill
Thrill of collaboration 
When ones partners are
Determined and real
In that self satisfaction 
If achieving a goal
What's...

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(summer 2024)

I want a love that is pure, beautiful and made for me.
I want them to be poetic to me in a way that I...

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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...

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