Short Romanticized Poems
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I wanted to leave the world behind,
But she said, "I want our story to be romanticized".
So I buried us alive, side by side.
Romanticized Emotions
Beliefs problematized
Philosophies crystallized.
damp cold air
it’s finally that time of year
delicate cloudy skies
makes me want to cry
the most romanticized
in someone’s life
mirror on the wall reflects my pain
it is a witness of my harsh reality
the pain i romanticized about someone
is a fake reflected image of my thoughts
the pain i never wished to tear my flesh
is the real persona i try to hide
The sun painted the lake
in redness,
while the wind weakened
abandoned the dry leaves to
own fortune...
A thousand birds went to hide
from the brown fire...
All mesmerized, yearning for the night...
I, affable prentice poet
I simply enraptured romanticized
the show...!
bruised cufflinks, scarred trousers
bleeding ties, marks of violence bear
featherless fedora, kicked-in once too often
lumps and bumps seen ‘midst thinning hair
life in the cosa nostra’s romanticized
~ eviction notices served traumatized
Who is love, is it romanticized by music, literature, and media
What is love, if it is not costly with sacrifices everyday
When is love, if love's sacrifices dont get made
Where is love, does every heart hold this trait
But most importantly
Why is love recreated so that intimacy is based on what seems so ideal, instead of real?
The weather around is quite cold sometimes,
The glorious plants are now a frozen sight.
The always angry sea is locked in a frigid bite,
The beautiful sky is now grey, black and white.
The sound of happiness is now pitch silence and cries,
The oh so twinkling stars are now a sight for the sore eyes.
The crackling laughter now comes in a disguise,
Once wise thoughts are now depressing lines,
This always romanticized cold is now my dreadful state of mind.
a strange dense fog
keeps consuming my mind
trapping me in a mucky bog
I can't seem to leave behind
a thick sticky mist
clings to my every dream
breath of the frog I kissed
before he hopped down stream
an evil taunting fairy tale
haunts each sleeping hour
a romanticized version of hell
is beginning to devour
what lingers in my heart's core
the last remaining sliver
of all sweet hope for
my happily ever after