Short Romanticize Poems
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Criticize About Romanticize
Priest desired to try and romanticize;
This about him people would criticize,
And stumble,
When humble;
Importance about brain is its big size.
Jim Horn
There are some who
all live,
and some, who all
write --
Poetry can be happy
compromise --
One can both live
and Romanticize
Though the Heart
will always play
Fool to the Heart....
To Tantalize with Skirt
To Jiggle and Giggle
To Romanticize and Flirt
Too Fickle with Wiggle
To Fantasize 'bout Skirt
No Jiggle and Giggle
To Dehumanize and Hurt
No Pickle to Wiggle
Dazzling
Day-dreaming
Eyes
Entice
Golden hair-beams
Create bizarre streams
Adolescence
In extravagance
Nasal nostalgia
Owing chionophobia
Spin
Her ivory skin
Precognition
Finds recognition
Harmonized skies
Romanticize
Take your standbys
And your surprise
And analyze
My starting rise
This is advised
To get baptized
And Christianize
You idolize
Evils lullabies
Now memorize
These words replies
Say your good-buys
Leave all your spies
You agonizes
And minimize
Romanticize
Evils veils of lies
Form:
L Little hearts romanticize all literature.
O Ordinary people fall into it with joy.
V Very intense new feelings overtake our brains,
E Everyone hopes for their own partner girl or boy.
Date: 8-16-2018
Contest: Acrostic and Quatrain Poetry Contest Sponsor: Savannah Brown
What do you romanticize when there is no beauty left?
There are no ponds to sit beside
There are no trees for me to write beneath
I haven't heard a bird sing to me in what feels like a decade
The light pollution has clouded my eyes and I'm afraid that if it ever clears I'll see this place for what it is and become so
He's a flirt with his anxieties,
Collecting tauted nerves.
She's a pen who haunts his remedies,
And with these words she serves.
He'll romanticize the painful,
And unto pleasure, gain.
Where a page was turned to tar,
With her baneful, poisoned stain.
All that glitters looks amiss,
While they write together sin.
Whereby lovers part by kiss,
Muses part by apitoxin.
It does not help,
It only hurts.
It is not wrong,
It is not right.
It is not something for
You to romanticize.
It is pain.
It is feeling hopeless.
It is feeling empty.
It is not someone for you to
Save.
It is not beautiful,
It is tragic.
It will forever affect you.
It is not lovely,
Nor pure.
It is serious.
It is suicide.
It is self-harm.
It is depression.
It is real.
Treat it as such.
Purple smile
Of mauve evening
Kisses
Magenta sky,
Arousing passions
On hushed arc,
Courting
Evenfall.
Sun dips
In ocean,
Ceding to
Moon’s quixotic reign.
Bird songs romanticize
Night’s
Rendezvous with stars.
May 15, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 17- Yalto- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Lines 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5
Placed 3rd: Brian's Choice N Contest
This will come to you as no surprise
Wine is always bitter to the taste
Your warmth is felt before the sunrise
I am your wine you turned into water
Everything I was had been displaced
Cause of the vibrant glow in your eyes
All feelings of loneliness erased
Your the strength of my soul that supplies
My love for you will not be misplaced
Images that I romanticize
I am your wine you turned into water
The street life is miserable,
But somehow we romanticize.
Dreaming of making it out,
Reminiscing with the guys.
Some didn't make it,
Couldn't focus on the prize.
Others didn't see it
When it was right in front of their eyes.
Some chose death,
Others went to jails.
Ones that ain't make it out
Live in their own hell.
I finally saw the light,
The other side of life:
Great home, great kids,
And a great wife.
Romanticize a scene
it falls in endless dreams
begin and then you see
that what it is is all it will ever be
crimson petals in a vase
lace curtains rise, open windows
open eyes
kisses soft
whispers cannot compete
of how delicate a moment is with you
leaves drop onto the ground
cold cobblestones
dusk drops upon us
melting on our tongues such is Autumn
until the second we must part
I'll hold you tight here in the dark
I romanticize you.
No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind.
You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic.
Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented.
Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch once in their whole lonely life.
Look at you.
I mean really look and see how wonderfully made and sculpted you are.
My dear, you are art in the simplest way.
death isn’t some big affair
like in the movies
they romanticize that
there is no music
swelling in the background
no heartfelt words or gifts
or sudden miracles of life
it’s just sad.
deep, heavy sadness
that digs so far into you that
you feel like you’ll never get it off
sadness that seeps into your skin
until no amount of scrubbing
under hot water can get it out
sadness that becomes a part of you
sadness that becomes you.
death isn’t some big affair
it’s just sad.
Ten pound weights,
of encouragement,
uplifting smiles,
curl,
extend,
as fingers unwind,
and
romanticize.
Felicitous lips,
the story of joy
explored
with
double dutch
jump.
Flickers of
childhood light,
that of
a born again
saint.
Cash into my hands,
at Christmas time,
as my smile
made her smile.
I passed on
the bills
to my child,
who needed it more.
Pass your smile
around the world;
the pine lit up
with ethereal light.
Humans
can be rich
and kind.