romance

Share a romantic poem

Poems will get thorough reviews of multiple sentences that will explain good features as well as subjective areas of improvement.

Plea For Love

sexy girl on a sexy day
she really blew my mind away
surrounded by bleeding ashes
of pessimists in there sashes
release my darkest wants
render my heart a type o font
stamp her mark on my soul
carry it with me till i turn to coal
loving living caring me
stepped in shit up to my knee
but i believe i've found the one
if time plays nice and leaves undone
i will walk with her into the sun
so i must see if this one be
the girl of my wondrous dreams
you know who you are
remember my heart is full of scars
ill love you till were cast of fires
leaking out we sometimes need
no matter the darkest seed
to see if theres one to myrrh
and hold in hand on this earth
if she shows no interest soon
ill return to this daily gloom
where i seek refuge from this storm
where i find dark and desolate born
from the night i rise again
to see in you if my heart can mend

BAD ROMANCE

Lips burning like fire kissed skies
Offset by jewels of emerald eyes
A-line bob as sharp as a blade
Carry your expression like a hand grenade

Wet lips licked and split by a ring
One tug to detonate a wild mood swing
I listen, we fuck, I pound, you scream
The perfect image of a wet dream

Criss crossed scars reveals our game
Exposed flesh that hides no shame
A game of knives will pass the time
Sweat soaked sheets, blood, cum and grime

Droplets trickle down our backs
Pooling formless melting wax
Your porcelain skin, fading candles ignite
Taste you in shadows and dying light

Wishes for Kisses

eyes of liquid brown
looking towards and beyond
the pages of a book
written by women who loved
and never lost
she wished the stories
were hers

Red puffy lips
fit for a thousand kisses
whispering to the moon above
I wish I may I wish I might
see the one I love tonight
smiling she turns
to Barbara Cartland

she heard sounds of horses
galloping outside
she ran to see
and saw running unicorns
with glittery horns
she waved...her heart bursting
with happiness

reading of her love
how he smiled charmingly
his touches urged ecstacy
and his lover pined for more
he loved her again and again
in the kisses of her want

she wanted him so much
she was burning....
sinking onto her soft bed
sinking into magical realms
she floated down to her lover's arms
and rose petals fell from above

She snoređ gently
the book falling from her hands.

Bodies at Rest

The sky mirrors my thoughts
as the Yellow moon
Inches past menacing dark
And full of melancholy
Clouds of purpose

I ache

To kiss your eyes closed
Gently
Fall into the cradle
Of your arms
And sleep away.....

Awake the world lit gold
As dawn shines
The outline of your form

Born my new horizon.....

Love is like a razorblade
and I'll say it if you're afraid,
It'll break you
as much as it makes you
and there's nothing you can do
except try to find the glue
no matter what you do
it's gonna get to you,
This stuff is hard to figure out
something we don't know much about,
My heart is on the table,
Are you gonna be able...

Symphony

eyes closed
in the stillness
enjoying how it feels
to have his arms around me
his breath
against my ear
bodies nestled closely
warm and slightly damp
the music
of our heartbeats
the only sound I hear
yet in my mind...
a symphony
of endless loving joy
within me
I feel thunder
as passion
plays the drum
tenderness sings sweetly
as a flute of hope is heard
playful pipes skip lightly
and the song of love’s begun
I know it by its chaos
I recognize its peace
I tremble when I’m happy
laugh when I feel fear
up is down
left is right
and yet
it all makes sense

Just giving some contestants a heads-up: poems will get thorough reviews of multiple sentences that will explain good features as well as subjective areas of improvement.

so I will be re-reading poems and preparing more in-depth reviews, which will be submitted as comments on them.

The Romantic Life

I'm all in for the romantic life,
I don't know of any other way.
Such a simple statement to be made,
so please allow me to explain.
My soul is buoyed by the romantic life,
to see beauty in life's wide breadth.
I'll find hope in the little things,
bulwark against life's sharp barbs.

Some say romantic ideas are fanciful,
impractical in this age of hard love.
Unrealistic is another harsh phrase
the cynics choose to banter around.
I'll differ with these unkind words,
and instead look to life affirmed.
Romance offers the path to love,
redemption of the human kind.

The two may not be the same,
love and romance can be separate,
but on the most fortunate days
they will mirror each other.
Love is raised in appreciation,
extended in passion to life's embrace.
Widespread affection is my path
to romance's arms where I'll dwell.

To court with life will be my end.
Loving beauty in romantic ways,
seeking solace in the darkest days,
I'll hope to find you in that place.
We'll dance to romance's tune,
held close in shared rejoicing.
Connection found in harmony,
romance defined by you and me.

Her Skin

Her skin
Her skin is like a delicate canvas to be painted on with kisses
Each trace is so delicious amid slow and delectable strokes
In hopes of arousing every inner craving with gentle caresses
As each one undresses veiled desires to be incited and invoked

Her skin
Her skin is like a texture of warmth and coolness intertwined
Designed to elate and elevate the senses to a newer pinnacle
In spiritual and physical ways that it’s difficult to describe
The feeling is so alive it’s like singing praises all so lyrical

Her skin
Her skin is like a spellbinding magnetism that’s so hypnotic
Quixotic and erotic in the mind of the enthusiastic dreamer
Where the weaver of the fantasy admires with adoration
That the admiration is fueled by the appeal of her demeanor

Her skin
Her skin is like a scenery of stunning sunsets in the distance
The existence of something exquisite we only long to touch
Every bit as much as the wish to dwell in the ecstasy of it all
Easily enthralled by the beauty of the dream we yearn to clutch

Her skin
Her skin is like the essence of splendor, a kindling affection
An unspoken connection calling forth tenderly from within
And when the expression exudes the aching and craving
Then the misbehaving ensues, just by touch of her skin

OLD TOM AND THE TIGER
(a nursery sonnet)
 
The tiger knew no cage but “habitat”
She was the queen of her half-block domain
She’d rest in summer shade like any cat
But then would come the cold mid-winter rain
 
Old Tom, would lounge as well and watch her stalk
As she would pace and watch the humans stare
Old Tom would stride and match her walk for walk
And she would smile to watch his strutting there
 
But with the rain his queen would barely stir
These frigid rains that made her feel so sick,
So lost, then came a rustle in her fur
It was Old Tom with nip and tug and lick
 
Old Tom would stay and play with her awhile
He always seemed to prod his tiger’s smile

Can I submit a poem I've already written ? Even not to get into the competition, but I'm interested in your opinion and your review

Now I don't know the half of it,
But even when you feel like sh*t,
You light my world like a nuclear reaction,
Even if you don't understand my attraction,
There is nothing you could say,
To make me think another way,
You spread warmth from my top to my toes,
I'd shout from the rooftop so everybody knows,
I am yours and you are mine,
Always and forever till the end of time.

I see glitter when I stare your way, your shining, sparkling, dangerous face. Wings grow from my back and I shape shift in to the majestic magpie, focused, honed in, only on you. But when I fly to close your heat burns the tips of my wings and I recoil in pain everytime,but like the moth drawn to the flame, I can not give in, I know nothing other than the satisfying sting of your allure.
Your dangerous and you only bring darkness, but I am safe in darkness, I am home, like a wolf in the dead of night, I follow only the light of the moon and the stirring of intuition in my stomach to guide me to heaven. I am a creature whom never learns from you, I morph into a martyr, rushing into battle, only to get broken, for my own selfish pleasure, yet each time I perish, I rebuild my form from the strengths of my soul, only to return and once again be broken, like thin glass, under the weight of your demon like form.
Today I release my grip from your magnetic chains, I allow my fingers to slip from the only thing I've ever craved and I allow my body to be carried away into the un known world. Out into the normality of humanity. And while i search for a tribe to belong to, a love less harmful and toxic, my own insanity beckons for you from deep within my gut and I bleed silently as I release your poison from my veins. It will always only be you my love, but I can not keep being swallowed by the magnificence of darkness, the heavy coldness from the creeper in the night. I'm simply not tough enough anymore