Romantic Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#romantic
romantic seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Waves
Waves of longing rises
Your touch, a tide I crave deeply.
I am drowning in your pull.
Arshad
Your touch, a tide I crave deeply.
I am drowning in your pull.
Arshad
#beauty
#ForbiddenLove
#IMissYou #romantic
#IMissYou #romantic
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It's Valentine's Day,
It's Valentine's Day, I know, my love.
Birds singing, deers dancing, a dove
flying, flowers blooming, a day to feel.
I swear I didn't forget all that stuff
I'm late, please forgive, my non-haste.
Don't throw our love to waste
until I get a chance to say what I feel.
A glance to steal, a kiss, maybe a date.
Can't you feel my heart, my Fair?
Lightning, dancing, flashing in the air.
Waiting for months to seal our deal.
To finally lay in a bed to share.
I know this day is special, my Red.
Everything has been...
Birds singing, deers dancing, a dove
flying, flowers blooming, a day to feel.
I swear I didn't forget all that stuff
I'm late, please forgive, my non-haste.
Don't throw our love to waste
until I get a chance to say what I feel.
A glance to steal, a kiss, maybe a date.
Can't you feel my heart, my Fair?
Lightning, dancing, flashing in the air.
Waiting for months to seal our deal.
To finally lay in a bed to share.
I know this day is special, my Red.
Everything has been...
#hope
#LookingForLove
#love
#relationships
#romantic
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IT'S OKAY TO ADMIT IT
The Bard of Avon in Hamlet has
Polonius saying to his son, Laertes:
"This above all else: to thine own self
be true. And it must follow as the night
the day. Thou canst not then
be false to any man."
THIS
is a message for YOU my loved,
sought, and coy one. It's okay to
admit that you hunger and desire to
taste the pleasures that dare to transgress
the halls of your humanity and create
a falsehood that resists and keeps
YOU locked in a cage of denial.
ADMIT
what your racing heart and locked up ...
Polonius saying to his son, Laertes:
"This above all else: to thine own self
be true. And it must follow as the night
the day. Thou canst not then
be false to any man."
THIS
is a message for YOU my loved,
sought, and coy one. It's okay to
admit that you hunger and desire to
taste the pleasures that dare to transgress
the halls of your humanity and create
a falsehood that resists and keeps
YOU locked in a cage of denial.
ADMIT
what your racing heart and locked up ...
#admiration
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession #romantic
#obsession #romantic
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Dark Desires Unfolds

#ForbiddenLove
#romantic
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WHEN LOVE CAME TO TOWN.
Love is not for scared lost people.They think.
Never again but hope sits on the window pane.
It is definitely not jumping out the window it waits in every waking day.
For the scared for the lost and lonely for all the if only.
And one day it walks in unexpectedly.
Drenched wet and disgruntled and looking a bit frazzled.
It is not perfection and carries a few scars a bit like your own but it doesn't care.
It just wants you as you are. Your fears and all your tears and insecurities.
It doesn't see an age or greying hair or anything you...
Never again but hope sits on the window pane.
It is definitely not jumping out the window it waits in every waking day.
For the scared for the lost and lonely for all the if only.
And one day it walks in unexpectedly.
Drenched wet and disgruntled and looking a bit frazzled.
It is not perfection and carries a few scars a bit like your own but it doesn't care.
It just wants you as you are. Your fears and all your tears and insecurities.
It doesn't see an age or greying hair or anything you...
#FallingInLove
#happiness
#ILoveYou
#love
#romantic
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Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
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Another Dream
The shadows are true to the sun.
Across the lawn they sway long.
Dancing in the cold wind white fluffy clouds push across the sky.
The burning bushes along the fence line shiver in the wind.
They have no fire in their branches, for their branches are bare.
I thought I heard Moses say something but it was just the house
expanding and contracting in the cold howl of the winter winds.
I am fading into wonderland leaving the present behind.
My dreams take me in and transport me to another existence.
It’s a night bursting with heightened anxiety.
I...
Across the lawn they sway long.
Dancing in the cold wind white fluffy clouds push across the sky.
The burning bushes along the fence line shiver in the wind.
They have no fire in their branches, for their branches are bare.
I thought I heard Moses say something but it was just the house
expanding and contracting in the cold howl of the winter winds.
I am fading into wonderland leaving the present behind.
My dreams take me in and transport me to another existence.
It’s a night bursting with heightened anxiety.
I...
#dreams
#romantic
#sleep
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he wrote haiku on me
collected pleasure from my skin
the warm sun rose between the clouds
filled me with the dust of sunset...
the warm sun rose between the clouds
filled me with the dust of sunset...
#erotic
#lust
#romantic
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Postmortem Charade - with Indie
With the evidence of charade
touching me post postmortem
lusting with unhinged eyes..
depravity with perils of flesh
naked insanity in grim scenarios...
obsessed
in whispers of autopsy
of dubious consent
paying the piper with my soul
with the incestuous catnip
of the ambiguous blurbs
carnality's potholes
touch me through the veil
scratched and dirty
with your sins
we make clumped earth
our lover's bed bursting with seeds
that will transcend the afterlife
lungs...
touching me post postmortem
lusting with unhinged eyes..
depravity with perils of flesh
naked insanity in grim scenarios...
obsessed
in whispers of autopsy
of dubious consent
paying the piper with my soul
with the incestuous catnip
of the ambiguous blurbs
carnality's potholes
touch me through the veil
scratched and dirty
with your sins
we make clumped earth
our lover's bed bursting with seeds
that will transcend the afterlife
lungs...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
#love
#romantic
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intimacy
as soon as he saw his reflection in my eyes
colorful rivers rose on my cheeks
as soon as he put his head on my shoulder
i became like an evening even in the middle of the day
as soon as he moved his brush laden with hot ink on my lips
i scattered on his chest like the colours of a rainbow
as soon as he pressed my muffins,
i bowed down like a plant in shame
as soon as he licked my honey-roasted thighs
fragrant lychee drops flowed from me
as soon as his rough tongue kissed my roots
a new world adorned with...
colorful rivers rose on my cheeks
as soon as he put his head on my shoulder
i became like an evening even in the middle of the day
as soon as he moved his brush laden with hot ink on my lips
i scattered on his chest like the colours of a rainbow
as soon as he pressed my muffins,
i bowed down like a plant in shame
as soon as he licked my honey-roasted thighs
fragrant lychee drops flowed from me
as soon as his rough tongue kissed my roots
a new world adorned with...
#erotic
#love
#romantic
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Just Us
Chillin' in the park, talking after dark.
Lights start to fade, not a second I would trade.
Saturday night vibes, sweet talks till sunrise.
World fades away, with a little sway.
Just being us, ain't no rush.
Together’s all we need, feelin' free.
When you're not here, can't breathe, my dear.
Heart skips a beat, you make it feel complete.
Seeing what they miss in your eyes, pure bliss.
Caught in love's sweet trance, lost in our dance.
Just being us, ain't no rush.
Together’s all we need, feelin' free.
Seeing...
Lights start to fade, not a second I would trade.
Saturday night vibes, sweet talks till sunrise.
World fades away, with a little sway.
Just being us, ain't no rush.
Together’s all we need, feelin' free.
When you're not here, can't breathe, my dear.
Heart skips a beat, you make it feel complete.
Seeing what they miss in your eyes, pure bliss.
Caught in love's sweet trance, lost in our dance.
Just being us, ain't no rush.
Together’s all we need, feelin' free.
Seeing...
#dating
#FallingInLove
#ILoveYou
#love
#romantic
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78RPM
In love's intoxication
with kisses in limbo
better than fate
"Sweeter than Honey"
Impressionists with ivories
in parentheses playing Mantovani
of love's intoxication
"Sweeter than Honey"
on 78 RPM
with kisses in limbo
better than fate
"Sweeter than Honey"
Impressionists with ivories
in parentheses playing Mantovani
of love's intoxication
"Sweeter than Honey"
on 78 RPM
#love
#romantic
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DU Poetry : Romantic Seeking Friendly Advice Poems