woke up from a dream about you
but you were next to me, resting your eyes
am i too much of a hopeless romantic?
i asked myself, romanticizing every breathe with you
drained by the thoughts of losing you
goodbye came in light
and i heard you came back to see me
but i had already left that place
If being pretty were a crime, you’d already be behind the bars
Because angels look at their reflection and wish they had your smile
And I’m not sentimental, but to you I must confess:
I’ve waited ages to find someone whose beauty can compare
If my poems were eulogies, you’d be nothing short of dead
Because not romanticizing you would be lying to myself
And how could I not when you give me those eyes?
The look that makes me think that burning can feel fine
If hell is real, maybe we’ll meet there again
Because if being heavenly was a sin, that’s where you’d be sent
And if to love you is to be doomed, then save me a seat in the flames
Because I wouldn’t mind going if it meant I’d meet you there
I thought I left romanticizing the future in the past
I thought I left this life
I thought I left the life of worrying about what depths my present actions will result to
I thought I'd never be in a delicate situation again
I was wrong because I live remembering the past I thought I'd never see in my future
I thought I quit being in situations that let me think about my future being on the line
Now I stand faced by the fully awakened thoughts of my past
All this isn't bad per sa ,it's Just that I never thought I'd do it all over again and at this thought I never fail to suppress a smile
It breaks me
Clouds, fluffy, white cotton gaseous
Floating in the sea air
cottony blue sea Full of snowy peaks.
Soft whiteness in heavenly sky
white to white in bluish azure...!
Plumes, pompoms to enchant!
To romanticizing Life...!
Cinnamalls all in bloom
Their bright colors eliminate the gloom
Muffinflies buzzing around
Bumblesnake rattles a new sound
The razzle vines love to climb
They will reach the sky given time
The Bibiannas all purple, yellow, and red
Make sure all the birds are feed
The smell is tantalizing
Which leaves one fantasizing
With thoughts romanticizing
Of evenings scandelizing
The tigerphant lets off a sneeze
Due to the pollen in the breeze
The monkabear hangs from his knees
As he plays within the trees
The muskrays are in the sun
Dancing around and having fun
The wonkawils have no means
As they lay within the leaves
The water reaches the vines
Feeding flowers and creatures of all kinds
When the sun is right
The water sparkles so bright
This special garden grown just for you
A perfect place for two
With all the flowers in bloom
All covered in the morning dew
This life is my life
Why is this my life
So I shout YOLO
Maybe I'll try van life
Cause escapism
And romanticizing
Are all that's really driving me
And maybe one day
I'll really do it
I'll quit my job and
I'll get right to it
Because they told me
That time is money
So right now I'm rich as I can be
Romanticizing
We would all do the greatest
In the face of trials
But only a few embrace
Traits which conquer fears and pains
Well now, beneath the darkest realms
In nightmarish gists, I am the one
Who instills fear and in putrescence I dwell
In variety, isocheimal ulteriority is all I've done
Laureled with the metallic lustres of death
And shining with the fires of vengeance
Animosity is the origin of my libellous wreaths
Where you see hearts of the women I've broken dearest
Sultrily I coax the likes of you in my irresistible hazards
Scarcely liminal of you towards my tinge of ominous transience
In my vegete facade, my words flow like the romanticizing Haggard
And contemptuously strike you down in my own baleful omnipotence
What a naive fille you are, my dejected little princess!
To be easily deluded by a beguiler with a stunning visage
In your ruptures, I ecstatically drown myself in your distress
Beneath woos and charming signals of temperament are the vicious lures of a savage.
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Welcome to spring!
Season of love and liveliness
Occasion of novel beginnings
And opportunities
In this realm of joy
Trees charmingly give birth
To new baby leaves
Flowers blossom
Spreading their sweet aroma
In the air
Rainbow shows up with a smile
Romanticizing the earth
Butterflies exquisitely
Waver everywhere
Birds sing along
Building their nest
Fireflies appear
As Tinker Bells
Rabbits run around
With jubilation
Chipmunks dance
With gratification
This is the time
When nature writes
Its own poetry
In a beautiful form
We spoke of you today my dear
of times now long since passed
ah how quickly wound the years
the memories how vivid they last
I find myself romanticizing
the journey of our past
and wonder what the now would hold
had not your days slipped passed
It's funny how ones world can change
as if we'd ever been
the person that we see right now
from the view perceived back then
Some would say a true love story
never knows an end
yet change the cycle of a life
holding on then releasing again
So strange the way we second guess
the courses which we take
knowing still we can't undo
all the choices that we made
I sat a spell and talked to God
with offerings of tears
feeling robbed they turned to sobs
for those I miss no longer near
How I hate these emotional days
when your soul feels like still black water
feeling the bitter coursing through my veins
trying desperately to leave it at the alter
Enough of this poor me routine
questioning all the why's
I thank The Lord for the blessings received
and dress such grace in a smile
:-)
Tears of Shame
Beware of over-romanticizing awkwardness
of a rich nation which cries over lost puppies
but takes no interest of starving children
in poorer countries, the foreign doesn´t
stir the heart into action.
Yes, the slushiness nation sees them,
the dead, bloodied children, yet sees them not.
Few life pictures are shown on TV
death tallies mentioned in a hasty manner.
Is there a conspiracy of silence?
A new medicine that keep old people active longer
catches the interest,
Not to forget the lovely story of a disappeared cat
that found its way back home after two years,
and its tearful old owner.
one eye on the fall and the other one is missing
,do you see your mortality as a reflection that your still resisting
,ashamed of all your bitter pills and hopeless failures,
keep kicking yourself in vapor choking jailhouse capers
,drying out your eyes and drowning your thoughts
,blinding emotions monotone feelings you've bought
,the only tragedy is that you cant get past the lost pride,
your still digging your own grave and ignoring your own lie,
i wish i could pull out your spine and show you collapse,
romanticizing your death i feel you might finally shut your own trap
,finally hearing the wind again and awake in the dark
,i will admire this fear and immortalize the spark
Making Love Over the Rain
Have you ever made love on the beach in the sand?
Your mind is clear as white doves
fly above and the tides touch land
The melody is sweet
as your bodies stay in sync…
Making love over the rain
on this white sandy beach
Hear the rain coming down
as it hits the board walk;
No people in sight on this warm summer night
so the temptations are great…
making love over the rain
As your lips inter-lock so sweet
like the taste of great wine
Put a strawberry in the middle
Top it off, so divine
like you’re floating on cloud nine
The water dances off your bodies
to calm the fire down
The intensity is intriguing
as you’re breathing to the tempo
of the waves splashing
Up over your bodies
And this making love over the rain
has never been this exotic
Imaginations flowing
Daydreaming so intensely
Romanticizing the motions
of making love by this ocean
as we reach extreme inclinations
we can storm any weather
Cause’ we’re strong as the wind
as our bodies connect
like a parrot’s colorful feathers.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
After the long road lined with attrition
I am finally in a better position
To dance lightly into the distance
Alive and euphoric
To a passage that is historic
For romanticizing mischievous play
Like a fugitive whose gone astray
Ribbons of your spellbound affection
Light my direction
Captor me now for I may be lured to flight
On an endless trip to delight
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