Dark Romanticism Poems | Examples
These Dark Romanticism poems are examples of Romanticism poems about Dark. These are the best examples of Romanticism Dark poems written by international poets.
The summer season
The couple laid on
The lawn chairs staring
Up at the dark sky
It was a warm eve
The full moon was bright
The stars were shining
They looked like diamonds
As they were staring
At the moon and stars
The couple held hands
Content being together
The bond of love strong
Their two hearts are one
.
feelz
like belongz
she
hern mitt tuck'd
gone
miss'n
en duke
mine
az en mine
dark green
burly
hern purty en'mine
cloak'd
Twin snowflakes dance in soft pink skies,
lovers who yearned for their garden,
a bed of blue roses and black sunflowers rising.
A cottage stronghold against harsh winters.
Beyond the walls of the warm sky,
an evil presence from Crescent Moon’s eye.
Envious of warmth and quiet shadows,
it lingers over the hidden sanctuary.
A pale glow splits the silent sky,
light that burns and hollows the dark,
harsh beams overheat the sacred garden,
dead petals tossed in raging winds.
The lovers mourn what cannot last,
they weep until the edge of dawn,
above them, the Crescent Moon looms over—
watching what it has undone.
.
even In thuh dark
where books and spiderz
'bout mine think
spend countless
hourz
last night's yourz
yourn redolence
minglez
az though
here
yourz
now
He is day's melody
adorned by sun-blessed winds
rich and dark the manly warmth,
he always holds me ,caressing my hours
with spritz of a thousand songs...
Commanding flowers to unfold
the scent of his presence
mingles with that unmistakable
woody musky aroma,
lingering in whiffs of air,
heady and ambrosial
a fragrance natural, not bottled nor diluted
that my ardor burns.
And I become his starlight , his woman
he leans on me for water's sustenance,
with pulses of reverence and wonder.
Somehow , at all times I know.
in a forest of naked trees,
his potent balm protects our nakedness...
It was ours, this spirit...not to be shared
Your eyes a dark archipelago
Mysterious then exotic drifting across
my shore;
I perceive their warmth inviting
While those lips blow a tangy flavour-
Irresistible, poised to reach for a kiss
Brewed by the kiln of summer’s
ember…
Carefully, my logic examines the
prospects
Between reason and wantonness,
As the fluid air spins amorously
And the evening grows too blind,
naked--
The waves within my navel dilate,
fluid as current's unknown motion...
I forget what happens next except, I
was
Drunk with the body- rhythm of something
untenably spontaneous;
Coasting on a body outside a bend
ebbing flowing through a belly and
tendon
Of a conniving sea.
.
i wake to thuh morn'n
make sum hot dark coffee
i look in the mirror
flick'n the grey back
wink
and off tuh sit on my
window bench
count'n the minutes
secondz
ohhh
there she iz
now wordz
mine
sense
my
torso'z mine tap tap tap
thump
how
sweet
her green
mint
slip
so cute
those dusty
stubby
toes
splash
Organic mass
made of ripening sexual energy
As time revolves Earth's power
light and dark unfolds
bright green reforming
blue sky grass
Mourning misty meadows
surrounding
and surrendering
fragrant sassafras.
"The forests are in my bones"
I am a sapling small and weak
Lost in dark forest feeling meek
Old trees abound strong of bone
My bones are young they do not groan.
Empathic vibes from nearby trees
Growing up is not a breeze
Am lanky and cold in seasonal air
Bones feel brittle of winter aware.
Wonderful spring, stretch my roots
Feeling of vibrancy is acute
Green buds sprout on my limbs
Nature has nurtured, wooden heart sings.
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17/08/2022
How could my heartbeats’ ever forget?
Those deep verdant, greenish brown, flashing eyes
In no way, could I suppress my soft sighs.
Twas you, coming in sensuous kismet.
Orpheus, reaching his own Eurydice!
Your ship arrived, taking me to your sea.
I, with joy, ravenous for your sizzling touch.
With you, every minute’s not enough!
With dark blue and white satin decorations,
Awesome colors of your proud and great nation!
On its oak boards, potent drinks we imbibed.
You wisely understood that I was thine!
Our days on earth will one day end.
But whilst still here, we were dedicated,
By fate, in deep love, humans to procreate.
Divinely hugging the moon, my loving mate!
8/3/2022
~2~
Choosing Me
I sing today with a joyful heart,
for the dark-clouds had left from wavering over the top.
I wake in the light of the sun now,
and the birds once again sing with me in a relay.
The flowerings' spread all about in the fields,
with the thickets alongside them in balance.
The scent of the lavender and lilacs; I do thee smell,
brings about the enrichment of what you brought to my life.
The hours of my yesteryears will never fade from you,
for you have not only shown what the meaning of life was,
but the bliss of the purpose is hard to fathom.
Thank you, my love, for choosing me!
"Houdini Sleeps"
Somewhere in the dark night
all her words flew in scattered fright
like a skyful of black ink in white cloud covered plight
all murdered crows,
in sleepless vast flight.
Confederate ghost always close, but never seen,
she walks toward him
through her walled up dreams.
Writing was like music to her.
High notes. Low notes. Hidden keys.
She thought about tattoos.
Hers were silent. Her words and images
were on the tip of her tongue.
Hidden Key.
Houdini. Sleeps.
(Lovejoy-Burton/August 2012)
Her Smile, The Quest To Once Again Embrace
The great depth of sun-gleamed dancing seas painted in
blue,
Tidal surges that swell in gracing full-moon's hue:
Where all Nature bows its strong, powerful head
too!
Seeking ever more blessed glories across this wide
world,
Oft hidden as is the jewel of Nature's finest pearl:
All for the truest love of her, my shimmering dream
girl.
Within great journey from dark depths of lost love's
throes,
Long aching years, ebbing pain in my mind grows:
Searching heaven and earth hit with unyielding
blows.
Time and Fate may bring sought- this dream in soft
treasure,
Of my quest , epic suffering granted in heavy measures:
Burned by day and night's furies awaited only to find her
pleasures.
R.J. Lindley,
June 24th, 1971
The Reward
Thou shalt lean thy little hand upon a tree
Mighty and aged; thy most lovely robe
Shall gently press the soft and silent earth;
The evening clouds shall float in the dark pool
Before thy beauty with a dreamy light.
None shall be with thee; none shall break the spell
That draws together the entwining splendor
Of branches black as a deep mountain cave,
Where rests- the soft moaning breeze
Of silvery curving sea and winding bays
Where sand and wavelets kiss, of twilight shadows
That deeper grow about thy loveliness.
For this is thy rich hour, this thy reward
When mindless things in the all-folding Mind
Become the glad companions of they heart
In its deep quest beyond the tide of sorrow.
R.J. Lindley
Jan.18th 1973
Draw near to me; you need not hide.
Where night is blind, I glimpse your light.
.
I’ll be the warmth you’ve been denied.
Draw near to me; you need not hide.
Unmasked, you rant. You’re petrified
I’ll leave you here to dark of night.
Draw near to me; you need not hide.
Where night is blind, I glimpse your light
Romanticism in Triolet form for the Contest of the Silent One.
Inspired Line from "Phantom of the Opera" is line two from this part of the song
And in this labyrinth
“where night is blind”
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here,
inside my/your mind