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.
Alas, my heart!
Breathe. Behave.
A saviour awaits your sinking gaze
Too much of your eyes would set it all ablaze.
Bring with you a lamp so bright
Burn my kingdom. Alas, we’d be the only ones alive.
You tried to lead me
(surely)
by the hand
across the shallows
but we were both too drunk
and the stones too slick
so we slid stumbling and laughing,
falling toward each other
all the way across and upriver
(rocks bruising our feet)
until we were concealed by the night.
We held each other close
in the dark noisy water
that swirled lovingly over our skin
like a mother’s caress
as she bathes her child—
as though the river
were our mother bathing us,
our pretences floating downriver on her current
and making us new.
We seemed to melt and flow together
in the water
and seeing your lunar bodyglow
I ached to surrender to you.
Later you led me
(mischievously with playful eyes)
by the hand to your bed where we loved
and in offering myself
I discovered that virgin
is a state of mind.
Sweetling,
the ground is steady here
come, stand beside me
let the world shift and tremble;
still, we remain.
We are unshaken.
My Dream,
the space is small,
yet dreams unfold,
and no walls confine us.
let us build wonders to the horizon
and monuments that kiss the sky.
Our story never ends.
My Heart,
the shadows stir with monsters lurking
but they cannot reach us.
Here, we are untouchable,
protected by belonging.
Hold my hand,
and the darkness cannot take us.
We cast the dark away.
My Star,
a roaring flame burns bright between us
it never flickers nor will it wane,
in its glow, we are immortal,
and kept warm for all our days.
Let it light the way.
My Love,
this is our place, our safe harbour,
uncharted and unspoiled, our love the only port.
we build it within the folds of time,
a space where we are safe,
a place where we are whole.
Close your eyes, we are home.
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.
She was my best friend a forever companion
We were so close and compassionate in dealings
Travelling, laughing creating beautiful memories
Promising each other forever without apartheid
Love was so strong and edifying without dispute
Always laughing, kissing and caressing all day
Without hesitating before love making and more.
Woke up one morning without my lover by my side
Waiting and hoping she went to fetch something
Never knew I have been blackmail to her via text
It's a text from my ex lover wanting to reunite
Wanting to ignite the love she was unable to build
vulnerable without location knowing her whereabouts
I ponder and wonder over where and how to find her.
This feelings bursting my brain causing migraine
making me want to migrate from here to Madrid
In search for her, for that's where I find her
Now I am winning and dinning with aches of pains
Drinking and smoking sobering in solitude panting
Breathing heavily my heart beats in search of her
Presence but it was absence the rhythm of my heart.
.
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
Dark space but red blood
I am on my knees
Starts at night
Sleep in dreams
Soul pay punishment but your durgs of bite
My work is my mirror
But my body and look is shadow
Crying in banlk note of your eyes
Kajal of basma
I am King of Aghories
My kingdom is empty in space for your love
Take a step dear
Amrutha Trivedi Ji
Aghori mhabharamnad
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
What a roller coaster it has been
The ups and downs and the in-betweens
We laugh, we cry , we shout and scream
We walk, we run, we hope and we dream
We we're tested by times and it's rough
And moments when we thought of giving up
Though imperfect and at times full of mistery
I wouldn't change a thing in this love story
Sure we hesitated once or twice
Doubting ourselves, scared to cast the dice
But we learned to walk blindfolded in the dark
Knowing this adventure is no easy stroll in the park
It feels surreal being in this journey with you
Until now, seems too good to be true
But damn! I wouldn't have it any other way
Wouldn't trade it for anything at any given day
Yes, we have a long way to go
But look how far we've gone
With each mistake, we learned and we grow
We used to be two but now we're one
A decade of tears, joy, and learning
Of struggles, defeat and of winning
Looking forward to the crystal, silver, ruby and gold
Still holding hands, together til we're old
_______________________________
To my wonderful husband..
Happy 10th anniversary ..
Cheers to more beautiful years together
Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.
I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a novel...
Which was beyond my comprehension.
Nefarious humans are certainly not shaped,
To perceive this heavenly beauty.
His agonised warble was altered;
Now sings a euphonious trill.
Fare-thee-well, they exclaimed to the departing sun.
Much obliged, sings the song of love.
In the midst of a wet night,
Discovered myself upon a viaduct.
Straggled or vagrant, uncertain.
Not petrified by the dark, rumbling sky,
Amazed to find the place familiar.
I perceived the faintest advancing steps,
On turning back, delighted with her presence.
The cold, shivering breeze,
Waved her black long hair.
I insisted not to blink.
She ambled,
At my fore now, only whispered.
I apologize greatly, for concealment, for eons.
I was denied your presence: a shadow's grace.
Only welcoming death set my soul free.
Fate unveiled its script,
Offering me a last goodbye.
Imparting my truth before the noose claims me.
My world knows no dawn since....
Now gone, shine bright, bring me dawn once more.
Conveying my farewell,
I plunged into the water.
Bewildered-reincarnated.
Faced....
My damp eyes.
I want to hold your hand when we walk
I want to need to stop just so we can talk
I want to lose all my sleep thinking of you
I want to experience something new
I want to go with you to the park
I want to dance with you in the dark
I want to sing with you in the rain
I want to make an unbreakable chain
I want to make you smile and laugh
I want to be your other half
I want to talk to you for hours
I want to bring you bouquets of flowers
I want to make something last
I want to not regret the past
I want to see you every day
I don't want you to move away
I don't want to see you leave
I don't want to just believe
I don't want to let you go
I just want you to know…
Cloud is getting dark .
It's going to rain ,
that reminds the pain .
I want to kiss the rain !
I want to kiss the rain !
I am so thirsty ;
now I understand,
this is pain of my thrist .
The grief of this heart will extinguise,
will extinguise when I kiss the rain .
Pains are healing ;
water is pouring and
my heart is stopping.
Rain , Rain , I saw many rains .
I never kiss them .
This time I kiss the rain.
By Sanglap
Night is cold and dark.
This night reminds me a villain ark.
So many demons and gods fight till the end.
No one will win , you have to understand.
Outside is not just cold ,
it's your heart which is getting old.
You think your days were golden ,
but believe me buddy it was all burden .
You become a poet now because you stuck in
past memories which has no use ,
it will make your brain fuze .
One day you will feel peace ,
that day this world will move on from you selfishly.
This night is not just a night , it's your life .
You become cold because you maybe half died or maybe you waiting to be dead .
I inhaled,
and the breeze flourished upon my skin,
I exhaled,
and the grass prickled at my fingertips,
I loved,
and the world exploded with its wonders,
I cried,
and I got sucked into the ink adding wonder to your pages,
Dark,
Aglow with beauty.
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” Rumi
Life can be an incomplete glossary,
speech a haunting ghost,
in search of a perspicuous poem -
to express unspoken thoughts.
I remember when she said,
"Cue me poetry"
So, I became her perpetual poet,
engraving sweet soulful words
upon her bitter spiritless lips.
Fate had turned her into the Queen of Darkness,
but my heart glows in the dark.
Together we illuminated like a trillion twinkling stars,
outshining the enigmatic effervescent moon.
Her essence infused a refreshing presence,
like morning sunshine after a night of rain.
Slowly she became a pilgrim of my poetry,
and I, a sojourner lost within her soul.
As I wandered through her secret chapters,
my word weaving revealed her book of scars,
each drop of ink resembling her tepid tears.
Each vexatious verse purified through
a catalyst of catharsis, healed her wounds.
We are like quill and scribe,
vowels complimenting consonants,
completing an impeccable vocabulary -
without her there is no muse.