Funny Romanticism Poems | Examples
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Before writing
What magic happened to me
That memories started to come,
what a foolish heart
Just for a moment I wondered if
you were there or not
But the flowing colors,
the flower garden, the fragrance
Remind me of your beautiful eyes
I am compelled to write, otherwise
I'd say you are a killer
Because many days have passed in
memories of the one who left on a journey
Many years have gone by just humming
With love, all
Jagdish Bajantri
Zafar I am damsel in distress,,
Shall we play femdom mistress?
Note.chalye kidray lari aday etc.
Album of the poems
In the cage I am alone
In the cage how can I fight with my soul
In the cage how will I stop my breath
In the cage how can I stop thinking about you
In the cage how can I Care you
In the cage how can I return back My soul is giving me pain
In the cage my pain missing your voice
In
That woke up please I can't see you a death
In a cage how can I completely forgot our name which is informal to the society
I break it up because it is just a fog of our open eyes dream that we are far away in this album of poems....
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
*To Her*
I haven't told you yet
How much you mean to me
How much i admire you
I haven't told you yet
About all the happiness you bring
About all your beauty
I haven't told you yet
That you are the love of my life
That you mean the world to me
Just incase i do
I want you to know that
You are the best thing
That ever happened to me
I love,adore and treasure you
You are the source of my joy
The shadow of my heart
Note this, you are really
The strength and power of my soul
Till the grave claims its rights.
will i ever find a love?
a love my father failed of thought
a mother's love i never got.
a love with abundant craziness with right amount of holiness
a love which respects, aspects with complex in vertex
will i ever find a love?
a love which is a permanent compassion rather than a temporary obsession.
a love which is neither a temptation
Nor will never give me neglection
A love which turns my pressure into composure.
will i ever find a love?
a love that consumes me which doesn't exhumes thee
a love which make me less of resilient more of emollient
a love which provides me romance like in France without a glance
will i ever find a love?
a love that gives me what I deserve preferably not what it reserve
a love which is an artisry with ruthless honesty and shameless constancy
a love books taught me which dwell, swells and expels reality
Finally will i ever find a love?
a love which is timeless turns me fearless
A love which accepts my flaws without shoving claws
a love that exists and exhibits
not exits
My eyes glittered into the eyes
Of thee who cast a spell on my heart
They glanced each other with pleasure
Upon hearing thy contralto voice,
Or seeing thy sight;
Thy presence in all:
I smiled with passion.
Under the proximity of the roof we communicated.
At last, we settled our funny dating.
We watched not each other of fear,
But overshadowed by the confidence of love
We, albeit the impediments enhanced from outsiders,
Loved our dear selves innately.
Didn't they say we aren't fit to be dearer?
Bravo! that we hearkened not unto them.
My love for thee exceeded the heights of the stars—
Which could not be succumbed to fall.
Aye, our love was no fancy
'Twas agapic as the natural world itself
We both couldn't say we loved each other!
Balanced unto that time
Not till when some other person,
In his calibration incomparable to mine,
Bewitched my thee to make her fed up with me
Our love, therein, became fancy,
Thus, fancy! 'cause we were no longer dearer.
It went deep to my faith!
I thereafter realized the troth of the saying:
"The beginning of Trust is the end of Deception."
Before a Lover a friend.
Before the trust, the laughter and comfortable period of not understanding.
Before the holding hands, and whispers in the quiet corners, the excitement of the ringing of the phone.
Before the glint of the moon or sunrise in loving eyes, the anticipation of the word hello.
The butterflies and joyous sensation of the first meal, this as a friend knowing lovers will be.
Shared together the time spent in our minds, words said and repeated still funny as if heard never said before.
The night-time wish, morning greeting makes each day as new and better than before.
Gifts given for no reason just to say your on my mind, the first kiss like a child on Christmas morning.
On crescent waves of joy we go, though rains may fall together we share the umbrella of our love.
From friend to lover we slowly move on, no rush for we took our time to know each other.
FROM
Patrick D
This love is real deep feelings that I have for someone who is nothing but kind, loving, funny and beautiful inside and out that someone makes me laugh and smile when I’m sad and down...
Always on my mind even when that someone is not thinking of me I still care
"The Recipe: Soul Soup"
Where do we go when we are lost?
"Truth." she said, "Honesty?"
the response,
wasn't shallow,
it was long winded
In short, the recipe for Love Souls read:
He said, “You’re funny”
She said, “You’re in the Loop”
He said, “You’re unsubstantiated”
She said, “I’m Heaven”
He said, “I am a believer”
She said, “I am your Soul Soup”
Story
Open-ended
Safe,
when you're unsubstantiated
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
How do I describe
My love to you?
How can I explain
That this is true?
Love is a funny thing
We'll never understand,
But hear this truth ring:
I'm in love with you.
These butterflies,
Shy smiles,
Late nights.
Thoughts are constantly
About you.
I can't tell you
All the times
This heart beats faster,
Even when you're out of view.
Always in my thoughts,
Always in my dreams.
A life without you would
Tear me apart at the seams.
It's you who keeps me up all night
And gets me through the day.
It seems to me that there
Is only one thing left to say.
I've said it already,
But to make sure you know it's true,
I'll say how I feel:
I'm completely in love with you.
She only came to me when she wanted wine
Meeting at a bar could do that, tainting each meeting
I always had a bottle of her favorite wine ready
She was rich, married and miserable
But beautiful.
She had a key to my apartment
Never knocked just walks in with pain
Holding a cigarette to her mouth
Calling my darling, followed by Hi
She smelt of roses, and gun powder
What a woman.
Sip and sip and we talk and talked
Pain caress her tongue linked to hate
Hate towards him, the husband
After she stained the wine glass
With red lips, she would break them
Throwing them across the room
Loving the noise of glass breaking
We made love when they broke
Then she always leaves with little words
But leaving 200 dollars on the table.
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains No guns
Just having fun you see,
without using ****
just not me
Please come early to my bed
Let's spice it up, and not be dead
Relax, and enjoy the special view
When I'm naked in my hat, that's your Que.
Time to stick to me just like glue
Warning love is coming through
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains or guns
let's enjoy life and live in the moment
when you touch my body, please own it.
Your wish is my every command
No need to make demands.
I’m making love with my hat on
No whips no chains no guns
Loosen up and let’s have fun
Get your hat to, you see
Get close to your baby me
Enjoying this ecstasy
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains No guns
When my hat falls, please don't stop
Just keep your sexy body rock,
Only you can make my body pop
All I can say, I’m on lock
I’m making love with my hat on!!!!
The nuclear attack
by her beauty
has bombed
my insecure heart
Setting it ablaze;
Scattering my feelings
Of wild imaginations,
To the winds!
Heartbreak is such a funny expression.
Because, the heart doesn't really break, does it?
It's more of a heavy drop in your stomach, a shaking body, intense sadness overwhelming you.
It's a sickening feeling, knowing that you've done all you could, and that person still didn't love you as much as you loved them.
And that's what sucks the most.
You can't gauge how much someone loves you. All you can do is give them your all, and hope they do the same.
So no, I don't really think it should be called 'heartbreak'.
It should be called sadness.
It should be called carelessness.
It should be called a lie.
Anything but heartbreak...
Because that suggests that I was too stupid to hand you all of my heart, and you were too careless to take care of it.
Laughter laughter laughter laughter and laughter & laughter
When I first heard a sweet and furity voice with out knowing others
my laugh change into laugh
At noon
On lunch my eyes stuck at her beauty
my words following other direction
my food instead of mouth love to inhale
smell of it
laughter laughter laughter and laughter & laughter
my laugh change into laugh
One night
In a full moon green carpet of fresh grass
I am looking at a princess combing her hair by maid
god is witness I tho ready to become her slave
by my deepest love for her
suddenly one disk hit my nose
laughter laughter laughter and laughter & laughter
my laugh change into laugh
One morning
I assume her dress code which comes true
that why I am a designer
laughter laughter laughter and laughter &laughter
my laugh change into laugh
One day
like a shooting Star with out telling others just leave it's
place
laughter laughter laughter and laughter & laughter
my laugh change into laugh
At now wish to see how my laugh change into laugh. ...
Dear all please forgive me if their in my words of grammar
bye with love
jagdish bajantri