Music Romanticism Poems | Examples
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In silhouette of fervor hovering
That meanders vivid upon the night
The hum of music from so long ago
Romances the air... a twirl, a lyric
While tunes of mist stir of rhapsody
Along the harbor to fling and gently play,
A rhythm of craving beats, as lips intone
love's silent quiver, still as secret whisper;
From this earnest heart deepened by time
When dulcet songs of wind now fondle
Breaths' charmed trails gushing on- and on--
And words become an impassioned call
Deepening my hymnal interludes;
As our mellow kiss jangles like chime of bells
Slithering like a windblown mantra
....Luring my beloved at sea to come home.
we are the song
written over a lifetime
a fullness filling every corner
minutes harboring eons
treasures caught in neuropathways
bringing smiles from nowhere
but then again
you do that to me
without conscious thought in me
when entering a room
my eyes embrace you
as attentive to that face
as are the moons of Saturn
to their orbits in that heaven
we are the song
in the music of the spheres
OKC 8/22
caught in the allure
that demure smile
which long ago
has held me forever captive
giving me your hand
i fold into my chest
never leaving your eyes
the other wrapping around you we begin
it is a rare moment
we have left the world behind
dinner for two
a night to ourselves
living in that intimacy
the music pervades my soul
i am reaching deep into
what is the ecstasy of divinity
holding you
while adrift in that demure smile
the barriers between heaven and earth
melt in your eyes
as we dance at a dinner for two
there exists no other intimate wine
then the vineyards we are
OKC 7/22
Corinthians 13 Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.
Oh, the of zest in days of summer
take a bite
these bright lemon bars
Preserved in amber, memories
of moon and stars
yours
Please pass your plate to me
I'll fill it with tastes
you almost forgot
Hear the song of that sweet voice?
music so rich
all ours!
Don't you do it..
don't let go the summer
w'out lips wet
in ripe juices
Tango's long tawny legs
leave me longing
for more
Preserved in amber, memories
of moon and stars
yours
I Found There Love's All
I found there an altar
a high rounded stone
visions sent as memories
of truth, love and you.
I found there a massive tree
limbs that shaded my soul
fruit that shine as gold
love vows we both told.
I found there a treasure
sweetness in olden dreams
precious touch once given
by an angel to me.
I found there love's all
music that sang so deep
no longer feeling small
soft kisses in my sleep.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-22-2019
Romanticism, ( Discovering Love's Truth )
Note: Was life that came from a dream...
By robertjlindley
© 2019 robertjlindley (All rights reserved)
"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)
Thou Art Bright Crimson-In Rose Red-lit Bloom
Thou art bright crimson-in rose red-lit bloom
candles shine to adorn window's full moon
Fragrance of both, rests in thy love's perfume
rare music of romance's most precious tune.
Thy voice sings angel soft, harmonic dreams
taking world worries from defeated souls
Thy glow surpasses lights of fairy queens
soothing as sailing with gentle sea rolls
Immortal thoughts reside within thy breasts
true bounty of thy deeply loving heart
Romantic moonlight, all it manifests
mirrors thy dear face- treasured work of art.
Shall my quest seek greater than thy touch
I shall refuse - that is a boon too much.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-22-2016
A white walled Spanish villa
over looking a blue Mediterranean rolling sea
the fragrance of pink cherry blossom
and olive groves fill the warm night air
as waves of calm and tranquillity sweep over me.
Red roses and bottle of wine upon a table
by the pool candle flames flicker and dance
in a calm caressing breeze
Soft gentle guitar music
charge the air with romance.
With a dark haired señorita in a red elegant dress
and hair styled to impress
we talk and laugh exchanging flirting glances through the night
then dance under the stars slowly holding each other tight
Kisses lead to caresses
as we hold each others heart within our welcoming hands
For the night is made for love
She is my woman
and I her man.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.Dec.
Palm
to palm,
kiss to lip-
poetry in
dance