Art Romanticism Poems | Examples
These Art Romanticism poems are examples of Romanticism poems about Art. These are the best examples of Romanticism Art poems written by international poets.
You were truly different from others!
Your gaze held a mysterious world,
In my childhood, I wondered if perhaps,
A happiness like yours would come my way.
I met you.
I live in a whirlwind of emotions,
Each day, I eagerly await your arrival.
If my heart didn’t tremble at first sight,
You wouldn’t know all that I am.
These days, people have their own measures,
They say love is just words spoken.
If not for the power of love,
No one would sense the meaning of life.
Thousands of butterflies swarm to the light,
Even if their wings burn, they flutter about.
In life, butterflies are everywhere,
Only we haven’t loved each other like they do!
Soft Kisses, Warm Embraces
Soft kisses dance on tender lips,
A touch so light, the heart it grips.
In warm embraces, love ignites,
A fire that glows through endless nights.
Your body curves, like art divine,
Each shape, a masterpiece in line.
Desire weaves through every glance,
A silent call to love’s sweet dance.
Your luscious lips, a velvet trace,
I lose myself in their embrace.
Your eyes, with longing, deep and true,
Reflect the dreams that lovers knew.
Silken skin beneath my hand,
A touch so soft, like seas and sand.
In you, I find my heart’s delight,
A love that shines in soft moonlight.
In the heart of a girl, both gypsy and hippie intertwined,
A free spirit with visions of peace, with love in mind.
She dances to the rhythm of the earth’s beating heart,
A seeker of truth, of unity to impart.
Her soul adorned with colorful scarves in the wind,
Tales of travel, of stories from each place she’s been.
She weaves love into words like a sacred art,
Spreading kindness and compassion as her part.
Her gaze is a mirror of the beauty she’s seen,
In each blooming flower, every rainbow’s sheen.
She dreams of a world where hate has no place,
Embracing diversity, with love as the embrace.
She walks barefoot in meadows where wildflowers sway,
A warrior for love in a world that’s astray.
Her spirit knows no bounds, her love a blazing fire,
A beacon of hope, lifting spirits ever higher.
In her heart, the gypsy and hippie unite,
Guiding her path towards what is true and right.
With a song in her soul and peace as her goal,
She’ll bring more love, less hate to heal each wounded soul
In the heart of a girl, both gypsy and hippie intertwined,
A free spirit with visions of peace, with love in mind.
She dances to the rhythm of the earth’s beating heart,
A seeker of truth, of unity to impart.
Her soul adorned with colorful scarves in the wind,
Tales of travel, of stories from each place she’s been.
She weaves love into words like a sacred art,
Spreading kindness and compassion as her part.
Her gaze is a mirror of the beauty she’s seen,
In each blooming flower, every rainbow’s sheen.
She dreams of a world where hate has no place,
Embracing diversity, with love as the embrace.
She walks barefoot in meadows where wildflowers sway,
A warrior for love in a world that’s astray.
Her spirit knows no bounds, her love a blazing fire,
A beacon of hope, lifting spirits ever higher.
In her heart, the gypsy and hippie unite,
Guiding her path towards what is true and right.
With a song in her soul and peace as her goal,
She’ll bring more love, less hate to heal each wounded soul
She never looked nice, she was just like a piece of art,
And art is not supposed to look nice, it’s supposed to make you feel something,
Some days she felt like a human being, while other days she felt more like a sound,
She touches the world, not as herself but as an echo of who she was,
She never expected that he would become her deepest scar, well at least not yet,
She began to think if she was always entitled to go where she is not wanted,
But then again, she remembered, she had never been anywhere she was wanted,
She loved in a way she wished someone could love her,
It’s like he said, “show me your thorns”, and she willingly showed him her hands ,ready to bleed,
Constantly finding herself getting mad over pain even if she moved past it,
Cause she still don’t understand why she deserved it,
He taught her about love, even though he couldn’t give it to her,
And now he is just a stranger with all her secrets,
“Tell me again about the part where grief is not my name”,her everyday thoughts
.
that innocent
yesss
that smile
and
yesss
i see it
that look
into mine pupils
those mesmerizing robin's
dawn declarations
singing
'hind mine see
Wait
Let me breath
that wink
just front yourn
think
may's drizzle
that sweet touch uv
spring'z wind
whisp'n your halo
into the sun's glister
crystalline
you've just gray'd
uh hon
l'il
uh l'il
luv
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.
the one
uv her eyne
looked deep into my camera
az the bullet
passing thru it's lenz
into mine pupil's
think
the second
uv her eyne
it's look
'rounded mine mark ll
and into mine second see
with flirtatious it
blinked
Only if our world could met...
The sight infront of my eyes would have changed
My teenage Dream to have you for life
To see you smile, to call you mine
might have been fulfilled...
Only if our world could met...
Now, standing here seeing you from a far
Gives me a deep scar
The silence you left is the only thing I have
To remember you
My heart is a archive of bittersweet
memories of a star that shines
beyond limits
hoping to shine with you until than hold up for me
Maybe not here but there
Incomplete worlds of ours would finally be completed
.
Welcome
Help yourselves to the
bramble's blackberries y'all
Remove your loafers and
your socks
indulge the rustic
uv this earth
it's verdant
twixt yourn toes
Admire the breeze
whilst i admire mine cailin's
lush
her patient wait for my return
hern digits roaming mine face
az though she were blind
Her kisses
hern pristine
touch
welcome to mine
roam
.
Firstly
lets gather our bindles
for our tramp may cause
ourn famish
Well
Here we are
at the westernmost edge uv
the notable
Atlantic
And there
Butt 'gainst that citadel
wild
For generations
beloved berry brambles
Wait
oh
i pray
wait
for there iz
mine Rosheen
the feminine in
"Ginger waves"
and through the
Fall drops
i dreamt
and behold
there she be
hern ginger
and
ocean cheeks
Hurry
Follow me
My heartbeats miss yours
in between their pauses,
as if waiting for a perfect cadence
that only you and me can create.
The purest of eyes that you have,
make me want to kiss away your tears
every time they fall,
and when sorrows linger in your smiles,
I yearn to dip them in shades of pink
and ethereal ecstasy.
I believe now,
your fingers interlaced with mine would fill
all the empty spaces in me completely.
Your arms wrapped around me
like bougainvillea vines
would bring me my sweetest of bloom.
Your warm whispers brushing my hair
can hush all the lullabies
for all of the cold nights to come.
Like flowers forgotten in between pages of old books,
I am sure you will make my soul fragrant
as you, my sweet beloved.
The power you possess over my heart
leaves my senses senseless,
there is no other soul
who could touch this colorless canvas,
and make a masterpiece like you did.
I feel like am in a dark hole,
Being sucked in by her thoughts hovering in my head like a satellite in space.
I have found myself bound in a cobweb by her series of thoughts.
It’s clear when it comes to her, I have neurological weakness.
I don’t blame myself, she’s a nice piece of art and as a painter, and I know art when I see one.
Her thoughts are like tyres with treads leaving trails whenever we see each other.
When my name is uttered
Fear is clear in your eyes
Though you appear to stay calm
I can see through your disguise
How can I show you I care
When you trembles at my voice ?
Though I love you beyond compare
Deep down, I can never rejoice
With the thought of wanting you
Freely loving you
Like how the sky touches the wind
I long for your embraces too
Though destruction follows me
I won’t stop trying
Hoping one day you’ll see
It’s not just you who’s falling
I am the storm
Stubborn, strong, and proud
You are the rain
And to you, I will shout my love aloud!
_______end________
There is another version of this poem.
The Rain's point of view.
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" Rain: Loving Storm"
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Wind: Loving Sky and
Sky: Loving Wind..
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Ruthless is what they call you
Chaos is your friend
They curse and they blame you
for destruction you always bring
Beaten, bruised and battered
Hearts broken into pieces
Hopes are being shattered
Remains are pain that never eases
Wanting to run away
Trying to control myself from falling
But no matter how hard I try
I always end up staying
A strong force I can’t resist
draws me closer to you
Slowly and ever so knowingly
I’m falling deeper as I go
I wanted to know you care
But this answer, I have no courage to find
Scared that I may not bear
knowing our hearts are not aligned
You are the storm
Though out of wrath you were form
I am the rain
And I’m bound with you despite the pain
_______end________
There is another version of this poem.
The Storm's point of view.
Please take time to read my other Poem
" Storm: Loving Rain"
You might also want to check
Wind: Loving Sky and
Sky: Loving Wind..
Appreciate you taking time to read my art everyone!
God bless us all
xoxo
There she was, my queen standing lackadaisically at the horizon as the sun set
Her face gleamed and glowed like the fireflies at night.
Her smile that caught my eyes was as curvaceous as her body.
She was a true piece of art as the sculptor curved her to perfection.
Alas! My search and quest had come to an end and I was on m debut of my paradise
I feel like I should hide her from the face of the earth for from this point on, I declare myself selfish.
Or perhaps I should relocate everyone to another planet so that it’s only me and her in all the continents of the earth.
Surely if you haven’t seen her don’t even dream of it because I and only I hold the visa to heart.
I only have one wish that I could become an octopus so that I could hold all of her body with my 8 arms.
Be an ogre so that I could watch her with my multi-eyes.
Be a kangaroo and hide her in my porch always
Be an eagle so that I can build our nest at the peak of the tallest mountain.
For the first time in my life I’ve seen the true definition of beauty that no dictionary, no scholar and no theory can match to.