Short Romantics Poems

bunny hops roses
named for famous romantics
~ Don Juan on the run

5/25/2018...

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Tenderly red,
I'm the lips on a bouquet of roses--
One short of a dozen,
I make the romantics weep
and the Cupids cackle....

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I beg to differ with those romantics
  who imagine a farm is like a zoo

They've never smelled a cow go moo
  or cleaned a coop of chicken poo...

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Through
Hope
Everything

Builds
Esteem
Shielding
The

Most
Obsolete
Tangible
Habits
Evoked
Romantics

If
Nature

Took
Hold
Encouragement

Would
Have
Others
Let
Exhuberant

Women
On
Real time
Live
Distinguished lives....

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Into the azure
lofty inter loppers linger
romantics wear me out
day dreaming till they die
Blackbirds in flight
brings you back into life
the fetches of light appoint
the mountains yawn
learn the rhythm
in mists striding the horizon




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There is Christmas mistletoe he thought, not daring to look her way.
His object of affection gave a shy glance that quietly darted away. 
The romantics in the congregation held their breath as they watched.
Not this year I guess said grandpa, scratching an itch in his crotch....

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Poetry came to my mind
A little late on hindsight
Yet it’s beauty of its own
Stop judging and believe you can own
Yes poetics are romantics
They elucidate the unfathomable
They create the unbelievable
Rumi was a poet
And so was Tagore
I hope to be my own
With wings I adore...

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She was the only love he'd ever known

   For the cheap wedding ring he would atone

      She pined for a bigger "ice"

         A five carat stone would be nice

            The jerk bought her a one ton graveyard stone

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved...

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Ripples in a pool, like the ramblings of a fool,
Arc outwards and die, like us all, you and I.
Incurable romantics, and, despite the semantics,
No man is an island, we are one under the skin,
Be it gay, straight or bi, we are all of one kin.
Only remember, we are what we are
Wisps of dust, born of the same star....

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Romantics
r  e  l  i  s  h
rendezvous. 


July 15, 2021
entered in the In Just a Few Words 2 Poetry Contest      Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May


July 17, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours July 18 contest


July 20, 2021
entered in the Bite Size Poem no. 14 contest
sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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Kindness moves quickly between two lovers
Love is strong, the incense does waft through them
Mastered the heart of the rose they blossom
Never did they think they’d love like a gem
Great is the love seen by the romantics

Russell Sivey

Form Quatrain(ish)

Contest: An ABC Poem about LOVE
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo

5/22/2013...

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I am enticed by the iambics felt
in tides between my heart, your tongue;
I know dark orchids hem your stilted voice  
and yet your kiss unfolds me lip by lip.
Each line you've breathed has been exhumed before
by a more faithful heartbeat than your own.
Am I in love with practiced whispers pulled
from mouths of dead romantics, rhythm cursed?...

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Romantics weave a web of hope
spun from frayed threads of a daydream.
Yet, it's as strong as any rope
and as bracing as a cool stream.
Life offers more
than debt and war.

Humans have adapted to cope
with both reality and dream. 
Sliding down a slippery slope,
no one can hear a silent scream.
To touch the sky,
first learn to fly....

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Just that one girl,
Under the influence of romantics,
Living for love,
In deception of useless antics,
Every thing she could want,
Lying to a mask,
Often subject to a taunt,
Vulnerable to it's grasp,
Ever living in tomorrow,
Living for the waking dawn,
Enlightenment found in sorrow,
Sorrow never did her wrong,
Softly romantic yet viciously loving....

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Balconies

Where did the balconies go?
Lovers can no longer read sonnets from below
Romantics can’t climb the vines to kiss their true love
Couples need a new way to elope
Romeo cannot woo his fair Juliet
Love is truly lacking inspiration
Where did all the balconies go?
I do not know but in today’s world
We need just one
Built for romantics and lovers
And the idea of love...

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What would you do if i reviewed your life and just said no?
I do not believe that you would care
My friends despair where you seem to delight in my self lasceration
Drop the romantics and soothing words
Can you not see my pain?
I guess it doesnt even matter
When my world is torn apart
Its too soon for the end but too late for the start
Love can't last forever
When you burn up my heart...

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You have never given me a red rose,
for they are not my favourite flower.
Romantics give a rose when they propose, 
on a secluded beach or at the Eiffel Tower.

I adore it when you buy me a spray of carnations,
in pastel shades of different colour and hue.  
A surprise bouquet exceeds my expectations,
and it reminds me just how much I love you.

Roses and Carnations Contest
Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver

10-03-17...

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It would take billions of stars to make a picture perfect night sky,
Countless grains of sand to complete the most stunning beaches,
Dozens of red roses to flutter many waiting hearts,
A symphony of songs created from hundreds of melodies,
And thousands of poems to ignite hopeless romantics,
But for me,
It would take only you,
To brighten my night,
To be amazed in wonder,
To soften my heart,
To create my music,
And create hope in a world filled with doubts....

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Written May 1, 2013


Where does it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began

Love is such a simple thing
Why does it dangle on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Waiting for the start of spring

The autumn harvest left me here
A new day breeds the new year
Romantics drop like leaves
From a tree so easily

Where's it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began...

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Modern Romantics,

The pattering keys of time
Unfulfilled phantoms of the mind,
Unlit sparks, your desires from life,
The wide spaces between lives.

The short pattering spasms
An onlooker of natural beauty
A wide eyed smile of gleeful times
To quantum logic of unplanned interjects,

Targets of stagnant ears
Powers of instinctive judgement
Placid thoughts and marked sprees
Those alive shall see the beauty
of the Modern Romantic conspiracy.

Udit...

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She Spoke
by Michael R. Burch
 
for Beth
 
She spoke
and her words
were like a ringing echo dying
or like smoke
rising and drifting
while the earth below is spinning.
 
She awoke
with a cry
from a dream that had no ending,
without hope
or strength to rise,
into hopelessness descending.
 
And an ache
in her heart
toward that dream, retreating,
left a wake
of small waves
in circles never completing.
 
Originally published by Romantics Quarterly...

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I see her eyes and I get lost
A smile of unending joy
Beauty that stops time
I see her eyes and it hurts

I've stayed away
Hoping these feelings will fade
I see her again, and nothing's changed
Is this real or false romantics
Blinded by true love's desire
A longing unfulfilled

Talent brimming
Wonderfully Sweet and Kind
Quirky mind, loveable humor
Different in every good way

Is this real
Do I risk my heart
Can she even see me
Am I as invisible as I feel...

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It tastes like simplicity

like innocent

distant memory


You're helpless

Oh, hopeless

and so full of life

it stings


No, I'm not jealous

or vindictive

just brought down by

fairy-tale romantics


But you never offered

not hesitence

or forever


And I've craved this

like repression

craves wings


So, for memories sake

and absence alone

don't say love

like laughter


Or remember me

like hate

remembers names....

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Music
is a sweet spring shower for romantics.
For the weary, it is a soothing stream
flowing sublimely through one’s soul.
It is a pond or lake, reflecting joy.
For those in search of thrills,
its waves pound frenetically to lighthouse strobe lights
across an ocean’s roar in the night.
Like water, music takes many different forms.
Find your pleasure; let it wash over you!


For Geraldine Taylor's
 the 'Poetry Anthology - Music Theme' Poetry Contest...

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Remembrance
by Michael R. Burch

Remembrance like a river rises;
the rain of recollection falls;
vague memories, like vines, entangled,	
cling to Time's collapsing walls.

The past is like a distant mist,
the future like a far-off haze,
the present half-distinct an hour
before it blurs with unseen days.

Published by Romantics Quarterly. Keywords/Tags: remember, remembrance day, memory, memories, recollection, time, age, rain, river, mist, haze, blurs, past, present, future...

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