Funny Romantic Poems | Examples
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Loving You Is an Art ????
Loving you is an art,
Not just words, not just emotions,
Not just romance.
It is like carving a linocut,
Each stroke, each cut—
Careful, gentle,
So I do not wound the sketch,
The same way I hold your heart,
Responsible not to hurt you.
Loving you is an art,
Like stringing beads with patience.
And when the thread breaks,
And the beads scatter
I do not leave them behind.
I gather them, mend them,Like
The way I would gather your broken pieces
And heal them with love.
Loving you is a design,
A vision that sparks in my mind daily,
A creation I bring to life,
Over and over again.
Loving you... is my masterpiece.
Dancing dots that you can't see
Dance messages of love from me
And when I finish I hit send
Then when they reach you on your end
You'll know that I just thought of you
Even though I always do
A moment taken to be still
And write my thoughts of you at will
If every thought got off my chest
These dancing dots would never rest
So maybe it's really for the best
When you can't see each dot expressed
The first time you kissed me, it was such a shock,
I literally saw time stop on the old kitchen clock.
But before you accuse me of over-the-top flattery,
let me assure you, it turned out to be just a dead battery.
And once replaced, time started again with the same old tick-tock.
Although retired and glad to be "job free"
I've still places to go, things to do, people to see...
When I get back home the first 'Order of Biz'
Is seek out where Sweetie Lady is
I start my search through 1st floor rooms
Kitchen; computer niche; both bedrooms
If searching fails to show where she went
I go down to check our cold basement
She doesn't go up to the model airplane attic
So all that points to my one remaining tactic
Explore the 'Wilderness': to wit:
The lot on which our house doth sit
Although the view across the yard would seem to be quite clear
She has amazing ability in it to disappear
So then I have to raise my voice
Like a pet owner, but I have no choice
I plead "Please call to me, my Sweetie Dear!
I cannot tell if you are here!"
She emerges from some bush, with pruner
How can I not have seen her sooner?
No matter, now that she's in sight
I only want to hug her tight!
Love of my Life: searching I DON't dread
Is when I search for you at night
Close by me...in our bed!
Sweetheart
no gifts needed
no tech, just our presences
laughter, games, fun, and pleasure too
romance.
They label you a rogue, a jest,
A playboy cloaked in careless jest,
Yet here I stand, my heart steadfast,
For in your chaos, my love is cast.
You wear no emblem of your soul,
But in your gaze, I find my whole.
A dance of kindness, subtle and rare,
In secret gardens, love takes care.
To others, you're a monarch bold,
A figure stern, with stories told.
Yet in our realm, the air transforms,
You weave a warmth that defies storms.
At home, the layers start to peel,
A gentle heart, the truest deal.
With every touch, you mend the fray,
An undercover love that stays.
While many tread with cautious fear,
They miss the laughter, the joy sincere.
The art of strength, the grace you wear,
The softest smile that lingers there.
So, here’s to you, my hidden knight,
In moonlit moments, you bring light.
A sweetheart wrapped in tender dreams,
The treasure found in silent gleams.
In every glance, in every sigh,
The world may judge, but we know why.
Beneath the bravado, the cool, tough part,
You are, and always will be, my sweetheart heart.
2009
I'm writing on your heart with a faint ink,
you have to look so close without a blink
to understand you must really think
and when you do, alas, you must then wink,
how from the milk of love you made me drink
with my glass not making a single cling.
Whenever I hear your name,
My heart starts to pound
I don't know if it's lame,
But in my eyes, thousands of emotions can be found.
At first, I don't know if it's love
Having that feeling makes my heart throb.
Your voice is a music in my ears
Repeatedly playing while forgetting my fears
I had this feeling, I kept for years
For I have seen you, with someone else's arms
Those times I cried river of tears
There's no doubt, I was captured by your charms
My heart was captivated for real
I was obvious, but it's hard to reveal
With those emotions I could barely conceal
I'm done confessing and its no big deal.
Got stuck in a celestial trap,
Found myself nowhere within the gap.
Fell only for the crap,
Driving me insane with this verbose map!
Poke my nose, pinch my ear,
Don't want to reach near those lusty deer.
Pierced by your Cupid's arrow,
Never learned before how to kowtow.
Fun is never produced without wit,
A circle is never formed without subtle habit.
Satire is never programmed in my head,
With the perfect being, it overflows without any deadly break!
Madness sounds so typical,
In these verses, I want to make us immortal.
I am always afraid of time's transient nature,
Except for this dreadful joy, I want to be versed in your memoir.
Elevations do not make this bond great,
You and I are the prerequisites for this buttery bread.
Four in the morning, I am still thinking on my own,
Till another four, I hear the silence of sound sleep beneath my mind's gown.
An Alliterative Pursuit Of A Lover
I will firstly frankly forwardly forthrightly fastidiously befriend you.
Then I will completely correctly courteously candidly chastely court you.
Then whencesoever I have wonderfully wackily warmly wooingly won wed you,
I’ll be free to laughingly longingly lustily lecherously lasciviously licentiously lengthily ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly
Gladly gently graciously gratefully gallantly grandly greatly love you forever.
Bought me blue roses,
And served me seafood salad
And dizzying red wine,
Best Valentine of my life.
She said she could never imagine me being married.
This stung.
We laughed.
I am the comic--
not the romantic.
Pain is pettier
felt without witness;
better yet, with punchlines.
Those who weep and wail are...
Genuine?
Authentic?
Deserving of more
labors of love?
We mustn't blame ourselves
for this.
We are pathetic souls,
and I am
fine with it.
After all, my spouse is already my sense of humor.
Come inside it's cold out
The cabin's nice and warm
The weekend forecast just came on
They say a big snowstorm
I'll get your booty slippers
You change into your sweats
I'll bring down your blanket
And then you'll be all set
Now give me your guitar there
The one that needs the string
I'll put a new one on for you
And then I'll play something
But first I have to tune them
The body realign
Make sure the pitch is perfect
And then she'll sound just fine
The tone comes through my fingers
Sometimes a gentle touch
Sometimes a vibrant plucking
The choices vary much
And if you want a lesson
Just sit here in this chair
I'll check on your Bm
In case it's still not there
I have a funny feeling
It might not quite yet be
I'll have to guide your hands again
Relax now, just let me
That's it you're doing better
Don't stop now, get it clear
My that's a lovely sweater
And your neck is oh so near
I'm losing concentration
I'm in a zone of bliss
Please don't be upset with me
It was just a little kiss
I wanted to leave the world behind,
But she said, "I want our story to be romanticized".
So I buried us alive, side by side.
Do you smile when you read these?
Does your heart do funny things
Like mine does when you text me
Or when I hear you sing?
Do you like all the recordings
With the crazy things I say?
Do you sometimes think about me
Here and there each day?
Do you wish upon a shooting star?
Do you down a rainbow slide?
Do you land into a pot of gold?
I do, you're at my side
Do you think about a moment
When these dreams will be no more
Where we're making precious memories
Of the things we've held in store?
The first thing I'll experience?
I'll finally get to kiss
Your lips with all expedience
I've dreamt and dreamt of this