romance

Romance: a feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love.

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Here's some inspiration from last competition:

Hepcat61 said:Morning Tiger


On highest flat of mesa’s steppe,    
The rest of life still dark below,    
I find her there like sunrise born.    
     
A golden sparked obsidian,    
With slink like waves in new green sky,    
Her merest strut sets me ablaze.    
     
In three-point stance, she takes her state,    
Surveys her land ‘fore gains her rest.    
I find my spot in new day’s light.    
     
Her gaze then comes to rest on me.    
I see her smile from distance set,    
Like sun itself had burned my heart.    
 
She raises song that calls for me,    
And I sing back that she might hear    
And carry me with her to bed.

JusTim_ said:I Do Not Love You Like The Crescent Moon


I do not love you like the crescent moon
majestically erupting into a star filled night  
nor do I love you like the pearl painted swan
gliding effortlessly across a pristine pond

Fear not for I do most certainly love you -

But my love is more like a cool crisp apple
one succulent bite bringing sustenance to life
My love lives in our fresh laundered linens
dried in the comforting winds blowing off the sea

My love is here
My love is now
It is in everything I touch
It is in everything I Do

I may not love you like the luster melting hearts
glistening off a ten carat diamond ring
but you can be sure my love lives daily
in my every breath and my every dream

LONDON-POETS said:Sure Feels Like Love


I don't know what love's supposed to feel like,
But boy do I feel it when I'm round you.
It's not like we have much in common it's true,
Like words, art and music or poetry too!
But the thing is, you understand me,
And put me at ease every time we speak.
More and more you're the one that I seek.

You're very mature for you age it's true,
While growing up fast has taken its toll.
For a girl who once lived on the wild side,
On the edge of the breadline, living it rough,
You sure carry a caring soul.

So why's it so easy to write about you?
Because you light up my life whenever I do.
For us it's easy because we understand,
Strength and weakness go hand in hand.
We know what pisses the other one off,
As I have found out to my cost!

Yet still I find you totally amazing!
And love the way you return to me,
Time and time and time again,
Through all the ups and the downs.
And there'll be times when you may fail,
Though I wouldn't call it failure as such,
More a stepping stone to a better place.

You've always been there to pick up the pieces,
Picking me up when I fell to the floor.
When everyone else had shut the door,
You were the one to show me more.
And another thing I really like about you,
Apart from the sweetness, your loyalty too.
But more over and before I forget,
What I'm basically trying to say is...

She’s God

I the morning I awoke to find God sleeping next to me
She is my confessor
My lover
My second mother
Most important,
She is my friend
She is perfection
I could lie here all morning watching my sleeping Goddess
But time to awake her for worship

Bird Of Prey

The meaning in life

She told me she dreamed in poetry for me  
she didn't tell me she dreamed of her future with me  
She told me I underestimated  
How many nights of never ending cuddles  
And loving back rubs after hard days at work  
And countless greasy take away dinners  
Would blossom from the bed we first shared together  

She never told me  
That I would pour my naked soul into her waiting hands for her to hold like a figment of heaven  
To caress and kiss, nurture and treasure  
Then place back inside my shell again  
bursting with light it had never known before  

She told me of the stories  
That would echo off the walls of any room we shared and so they did  
but she never told me the greatest story I would ever hear  
the one that was told in just four syllables slipped so softly from her lips  
They dropped  
And fell into my waiting parched ears  
I under stand  

She understands me  
Down to my bones  
Without looking she knows what rests inside my eyes  
But I need a mirror  

She understands that I can't talk about the dreams I have because I'm too scared of introducing them into reality  
She understands that since she was introduced into my world it has become a new place  

One filled with endless new possibilities  
Because she is there to hold my hopes and throw them to the sky to fly free where they belong instead of in the coop of my pessimism where I held them caged for lifetime  
Upon lifetime  

She is there to convince me when I can't convince myself that I deserve to be loved
She is there to look into my eyes when I can't face myself and tell me in a voice dripping with earnest care that the face I'm too afraid to show the world is a face the  
world is a darker place for not knowing  
 
She is there  

To smile on bad days  
and to tell me to make my own damn tea and make her a cup too while I'm at it  
But that's only on the good days  

She is there  

Always  
Full of love  
Encouragement  
And a mirror that either shows me the man I always strived to be or the man I never dreamed I could be  

She stands holding it out for me to see  
telling me how to stand so I can be the truest reflection of a celestial me  
One who knows without doubt his calling  
one who lives and loves without doubt  
Who never gives his fear a darkened heart or closed mind in which to thrive  
One who knows what it means to be truly one  

And I know it seems that this is poem is simply about me  
That's because in every way I care to count, she is the better of me  
Especially In understanding  

So when she sees the way my eyes see her  
She remembers again what it truly means to be her  
The axis of the earth  
The purity of rain
The promise of rebirth  

She is better than I at understanding  
So when she can't remember  
I promise to show her true worth  
Love, life and happiness  
not just existence  
While my lips remember the shape of loving words  
and while my eyes still remember the warmth of hers  

That is what I will give her

Dinner and a movie


that's the way to romance a girl right?
Dinner and a movie
we tried
Found a place
Cosy, warm and soft
with the inside lit up
like the memory of a childhood home

and cushions
cushions soft enough to be called the bosom of heaven
just begging for me to lay my head down and lose all thoughts of anything but her
losing myself in the rich tones of her voice
as if it were an ancient city and each word she whispered shyly into my ear were an old bazaar
filled with long lost treasures and unfulfilled dreams
all mine for the price of a flaw or an insecurity shared

She didn't even want to keep one
she just wanted to see my hurts
to caress them in her soft, sweet hands and soothe away their rough edges with gentle touches and soft lips
a dream for a flaw
that's all she asked of me
she never said a word
but that's all she asked of me
with those eyes of hers
the ones that scream and shout
that plead and beg
tease and pout
better than any word ever could
Dinner and a movie, right?
such a simple plan
and I still couldn't get it right

Dinner went well
full of love cooked with different flavours than any I've ever tasted before
and shy glances that I've never given before
but then
before I even had a chance to smoothly suggest a romantic movie

she saw the moon in pain
stooped low and covered in blood
stuck writhing in the sky on the tip of a skyscrapers needle
and while we chased the moon the city blurred
our words slurred and our eyes spurred new life into words we'd spoken so many times before but never truly understood
we never said them
those newly truly discovered words
there was no need

the city spoke them for us
In the warmth of the fog that wrapped us in its cradling arms
and the river that sang us lullabies as we kissed
with the bridge that swayed and sang beneath us
It wrote three words a million different ways
and screamed them into the juncture of our glances

So loud that I didn't remember until I was almost home
the plan was dinner and watching a romantic movie
not stumbling on the bones of making our own one

(I wrote this on the first page of a notebook I gave to my girlfriend to write her poems in, so it's untitled)


Sometimes, love
we spend so much time
thinking
and writing
about the things that made us sad
the times that cut us deeply
the salted words
that brand themselves within our minds

that we forget to appreciate
things that make us smile
the shoulders soaked with our tears
and the hands that cup safety
in the tiny space between them

so, honey eyes
write of anything that makes you happy
and when you forget how to feel that way
read
smile
and live vicariously
through this book of honeyed words
that you filled to carry with you
to remember

the sweetness of life