Classic Romantic Poems | Examples
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He's the classic busiest bummed bee,
Work members close enough not to swallow,
Some business pursues far from his body,
Their thoughts cease, naught his, she always, follow.
She soar the skies as her duty's promise,
Perpetuity o'er her trusting beau,
White feathers sure faith like St. Thomas,
Stinger pleased tradeoff for wings, ... love to ... grow.
Since their first meet, a love story is told,
Distant and flighty, not really quite so,
Sweetest start, bitter end, somber bells tolled,
Never dare edit just best left to glow.
Romantic readers love its status quo,
Shakespeare best, “Juliet and Romeo.”
Wedding day
Classic rings
Loving eyes
Hopeful gaze
Longing for
Meaningful days
A broken promise
Not fully broken
Chains of lies
Crushed today
Sun setting on
Winter days
Sun rising
On frequent
Summer days
All because
This wedding is done
A different way
White dress
No peeping!
Hopeful
Tears will
Appear
On our
Special day
Like a
Burst of
Joy
Running
Down
Your face
Hoping
That
That day
Will be
The start
Of many
more bright
Filled days
White dress
Black suit
Tradition! Tradition!
What the hell
Else am I supposed
To do?
Do I like this dress?
Does this make
Me look fat?
Hope
Fear
& trembling
I now know
How my grandmother
Felt
Is this man
Safe to live,
Be,
& breathe with?
What if the
Tables change?
& there is no escape?
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe….
Don’t let
Fear be the busy bee
Remember
What they said
Fear held her back
Like chains
Cemented into
The floor
“Break free my love!
Break free!
The past no longer
Has to be!”
So I step forward
In that white dress
Ready to embrace
The newness life
Has to offer
Because life doesnt
Have to be like
My past
My future is
So much brighter
If I allow it to be
In the realm of dreams, my heart takes flight,
A love unspoken, a lover unseen,
yet felt so right and felt like a first.
In unseen moments, my souls searched,
A dance of fate awaited, in a world divine.
Your fragrance smell, I yarned every night,
Your velvet handshake, I prayed for every day.
Though very near, yet miles apart.
Your Absence was long, but I loved the pain.
Beneath the moonlit canvas, stars ignite,
Our love story unfolds, in a most profound manner.
The car is old, with unforgettable stories.
Always sweating, much like me.
Your laughter, your voice, a classic so sweet like RiRi song,
You’re so kind, you’re so patient
You’re so beautiful yet so humble
Echoes of love that I hold dear.
In your eyes, constellations gleam,
A universe of passion, a cherished dream.
Body on body, we kiss all night,
A symphony of love, sweet and sublime.
Bound by a love, even beyond the grave,
forever and ever, My beautiful last dance.
I wasn't there with you that day
But did you feel my spirit say
I'm right behind you, you can't see
My presence here, I'm floating free
I saw your beauty there alright
You're so becoming to my sight
And in your jeans you look so fine
I'll leave it there, those thoughts are mine
A dream awoke me in the night
On my chair I saw a light
Then you approached me through the mist
And greeted me with smile and kiss
I pled don't go I know this is
A dream, a love song, hers and his
Oh please my dear stay with me long
Envelop me within your song
I've loved you for a thousand years
Or so it seems, the great Shakespeare
Could write of this and it would be
An instant classic, ode esprit
When true love augment its speed in the marathon,
hate takes refuge into a catacomb.
Quote by poet
A person with love epic
Which is not lunatic,
polemic , problematic
and choleric.
It is sophistic and dogmatic in someone's
mystic eyes
But he calls it "classic."
A person with love epic
Which is not hectic,
periodic , myopic
and atopic.
It is genetic and folkloric in someone's
mystic eyes
But she calls it "medic."
A classic movie for many generations
made in '45 after world war 2 ends
brief encounter, a real romantic epic
Alec and Laura found love to blend
These two were happily married
to their own spouses no doubt
but they met waiting on a train
not realizing that their love was about
A brief moment between two people
where it leads one never knows
a glance or a smile so becoming
turns one's heart secretly shows
This was in an age of decency
a far cry from today's cinema
where there's nothing barred at all
love means lust as nothing can stall
Wherever we're placed in our world
providence takes round many a corner
be sure be faithful to your life partner
protect yourself in your marriage armour
( Having watched again recently Brief Encounter the movie, thought of many lessons to learn from the film made in 1945 which is still a classic today.)
You've always known me as I have known you,
we must've sent glances ten thousand times.
Beyond all our days done, both bright and blue;
regal fates fail in moving my windchimes.
The ringing we wait for, whilst hoping here
when we must still stay many miles apart;
hearing wee whispers fade year after year
like broken halves of one's only true heart.
So I reach to give you a tiny touch.
Will you feel it? Shall you summon me in?
Taste the sweet embrace that you seek so much,
our life as one may finally begin.
Court has known of us and my wanting you -
together, let's see what we can dare do.
Sonnet 113 words 14 lines
A court couple's secret message, circa 1600.
Is There Any Room In Your Heart
Is there any room in your life for a poet
Who likes to give flowers, loves classic movies?
He cooks pretty well, and shares his hot chocolate.
He bathes fairly often and doesn’t have fleas.
Could you see yourself involved with a romantic
Who’s not much to look at but has a good heart -
A renaissance man who’s a bit of a classic,
With a young attitude for a crusty old fart.
Is there any room in your heart for some passion?
He lives to sing love songs for karaoke.
He thinks poetry never goes out of fashion;
Still likes to jump on the bed with little monkeys.
Could you see yourself married to such a person,
Holding hands in a church on a Sunday morning?
You could be his muse, his source of inspiration!
You’d probably think someone like that is boring;
But if not, I’ll admit that that someone is me.
Love sings in perfection
Its defined in every verse
Its the last word spoken
It explains all that came
first
It is subject in ballads
It rejuvenates even the
Most foolish of us all
Its a classic in any era
It promotes itself with
Its mere attendance
to make all others
Unmentioned and unpromoted
It rewards because of its
Obedanace
Its sweet taste releives
the thirst!
By past present and perfect!
Like the reprint of heaven by Gods own mercy,
I’m still in this moment, briefly stolen by these mint chimes,
Ever so silk and supple as remarked by these ears.
Forgive my drag back, back to mature rum.
When I hear current tones, I’m aware that it creeps, creeps on drone memory.
The mundane assumptions of classic art.
I pity these lost animals,
Feeding off that sound that pleases bowel, not soul movement.
For I have I found and romanced this mistress ever so often by the most highs manifestation of pressing back.
Sexier than the thought of a woman before she is spoiled,
I pray these dulcet forms never sue my repeat, never accuse me of stealing their time.
I apologize for I am a thief, a smooth criminal forced to breath these jagged misfits and immature phrases. I will continue this larceny with the rhythm of glee and jazz to seduce.
To my reader I would hope you’d come on and go with me ever so subtly as this Sade marinates. As the end nears by the devils jealous rear, remember this songs tender warning. Press play now but rewind for a lifetime.
I watch her.
I watch her smile,
I watch her laugh,
I watch her cry,
I watch her dance
I watch her sing
I watch her fall, and pick herself up with grace
She sees herself
She sees herself frown
She sees herself age
She sees herself make mistakes
She sees herself as small
She sees herself as afraid
She sees herself low and worthless
I know her
I know her, like the back of my hand,
I know her like a classic novel,
I know she hates the girl on the other side of the mirror
And she knows I love her, so at times she loathes me too
My lover, is a butterfly
Constantly comparing herself to the flowers
Unable to see the beauty of her wings
My lover is senseless when it comes to herself
And I do believe that's the one thing we have in common
My lover is mine
Maybe a horror film to herself, and everybody else
But a treasure to me
When you promised me a black diamond
My thoughts began to linger
With dreams of a sparkling gem upon my finger
I put on my pretty frock and awaited your arrival
But when I saw you standing at my door
My smile faded - my jaw almost hit the floor
I wasn’t presented with a ring in a box
But a black diamond watermelon* – you sly old fox!!!
Not quite the gift I was anticipating ...
Now we're off to the shops to choose my engagement ring!
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I take you to dance
In your dress of blue.
Santana’s black magic woman is playing tonight.
Swaying to the music, I wonder about your true home,
Your tangled story, your fine shelves of books.
I have an ocean of questions but a thimble of time.
Maybe The Art of War will be there.
Maybe a classic of the ancients, something curious and modern,
Written in ink dark, lustrous as your hair.
I want to turn pages tonight,
The secret histories rewritten
To remember us…
You walk away when the boun is done without a word.
I, watching like a period becoming an exclamation point,
Laugh, filled to the edge where the soul meets the body.
We, the momentary.
"Emma" is a classic name, Jane Austen brought to claim
with a story rich of timeless grace, of a genteel English dame
A name that fit her many moods, guile match-making imposed,
for she'd twinkle mischief in her eyes... with cheeks the color rose
She meddled in the ways of love, impatient as the seasons
Twirling like a whirlwind, never needing any reason
An imp of privileged beauty, like a butterfly's cocoon
She was living on the threshold, of an eager springtime bloom
Summer glistened in her curly locks, winter hid behind her pout
Love came drifting down like autumn leaves, ...there was never any doubt!
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Inspired by Juli-Michelle's Contest: "EMMA" 2/5/14