Long Romantic Poems
#romantic
Long romantic poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Betty
Poem Published
2nd May 2025 11:40pm
2nd May 2025 11:40pm
Date night
Agave tingled my tongue
because you
you squished me
until I turned my head
for a proper kiss,
which almost
distracted me
from the giant pink
dildo on my phone screen
Almost.
I clicked next and
shrugged my shoulders
as you nibbled my earlobe
to get you to stop,
so I could resume
the argument
You insisted the original
Hitachi wand was the way to go
and expressed real horror that
I didn’t have one already.
But it was so… plain
I need a sex toy to be ...
because you
you squished me
until I turned my head
for a proper kiss,
which almost
distracted me
from the giant pink
dildo on my phone screen
Almost.
I clicked next and
shrugged my shoulders
as you nibbled my earlobe
to get you to stop,
so I could resume
the argument
You insisted the original
Hitachi wand was the way to go
and expressed real horror that
I didn’t have one already.
But it was so… plain
I need a sex toy to be ...
#happiness
#love
#obsession
#romantic
#sexy
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 9:18pm
28th Apr 2025 9:18pm
~the second homecoming (#2)(collab with Uma)
that…
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts away to tears
of...
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts away to tears
of...
#love
#romantic
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 8:56pm
28th Apr 2025 8:56pm
~the second homecoming (#2) (collab with Keith, Vision_of_insanity)
that…
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts...
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts...
#love
#romantic
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
106 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 7:04am
21st Apr 2025 7:04am
Wine-Scented Dreams: Ballad of a Creole Moon
Wine-Scented Dreams:
Ballad of a Creole Moon
Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of the French Quarter to the wharf where the schooner held my mystery woman. Though I’d never set eyes on her, the prospect of this woman fresh from the convent but ready to break her vow of chastity enthralled me.
And so before me, the schooner with sails furled beckoned with the passenger who was to be my wife. Like a Christmas present as yet...
Ballad of a Creole Moon
Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of the French Quarter to the wharf where the schooner held my mystery woman. Though I’d never set eyes on her, the prospect of this woman fresh from the convent but ready to break her vow of chastity enthralled me.
And so before me, the schooner with sails furled beckoned with the passenger who was to be my wife. Like a Christmas present as yet...
#culture
#historical
#love
#romantic
#sensual
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Betty
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 10:53pm
15th Apr 2025 10:53pm
red sky perfect
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses, “ Ovid
I handed you a travel mug
of coffee
and blushed
at the twinge in my
ahem,
girly parts.
You grinned that He-Man
smile you get when you
out fuck me,
like you just slayed a
T-Rex with one hand
on your pecker
and babe,
you almost
turned me
inside out
last night ...
I handed you a travel mug
of coffee
and blushed
at the twinge in my
ahem,
girly parts.
You grinned that He-Man
smile you get when you
out fuck me,
like you just slayed a
T-Rex with one hand
on your pecker
and babe,
you almost
turned me
inside out
last night ...
#lover
#obsession
#passion
#romantic
#sex
231 reads
14 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 6:50pm
11th Apr 2025 6:50pm
I left the wig on when we f**ked
We’d gotten the diagnoses
that we have terminal
cancer of the relationship.
we tried chemo
and rebounds
and screaming at each other
until our lungs ran out of air
and sorrow carved
in our face like glacier canyons
You could never love me
even with the lights off
too afraid, I guess,
of what that looks like
maybe my mercurial touch
across those empty spaces
in your chest are like a slime mold
or a toxin,
or a cluster of tender-feelings herpes,
infecting you with...
that we have terminal
cancer of the relationship.
we tried chemo
and rebounds
and screaming at each other
until our lungs ran out of air
and sorrow carved
in our face like glacier canyons
You could never love me
even with the lights off
too afraid, I guess,
of what that looks like
maybe my mercurial touch
across those empty spaces
in your chest are like a slime mold
or a toxin,
or a cluster of tender-feelings herpes,
infecting you with...
#lover
#obsession
#passion
#romantic
#sex
188 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 8:24pm
10th Apr 2025 8:24pm
~Our Fusing Breaths, of “-UYIR”:: body, mind, soul
(an inspired lyrical
(female lyrical in italics, male lyrical in non-italics)
inspired from the 1998 Tamil film #UyiroduUyiraga..
…from its its soulful~ romantic love number linked below)
https://youtu.be/RpljvhSoyCo?feature=shared
(Intro Refrain)
my darling my love...
you are my child
just this flesh alone, is not love
for the lifetimes lived on this earth
in all truth, your soul will arrive unto me
for the lifetimes lived on this earth
in all...
(female lyrical in italics, male lyrical in non-italics)
inspired from the 1998 Tamil film #UyiroduUyiraga..
…from its its soulful~ romantic love number linked below)
https://youtu.be/RpljvhSoyCo?feature=shared
(Intro Refrain)
my darling my love...
you are my child
just this flesh alone, is not love
for the lifetimes lived on this earth
in all truth, your soul will arrive unto me
for the lifetimes lived on this earth
in all...
#inspirational
#love
#lyrics
#romantic
#spiritual
139 reads
2 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 00:48am
5th Apr 2025 00:48am
Romance and your bouncing boner
So I wanted to be a fucking
faerie princess and make out
in a damn daisy field
maybe frolic a bit
and get a little handsy
maybe get a little more
And I am a fucking vision
in a gauzy spring gown
and not much else
halo headband over my
shampoo-commercial perfect hair
as I sit in this field
surrounded by the
flowers and
the goddamn nature and
your naked ass
I struggle
because you swore if
I made you do this
you’d do it naked
and you...
faerie princess and make out
in a damn daisy field
maybe frolic a bit
and get a little handsy
maybe get a little more
And I am a fucking vision
in a gauzy spring gown
and not much else
halo headband over my
shampoo-commercial perfect hair
as I sit in this field
surrounded by the
flowers and
the goddamn nature and
your naked ass
I struggle
because you swore if
I made you do this
you’d do it naked
and you...
#obsession
#passion
#romantic #sex
#romantic #sex
234 reads
11 Comments
Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:57pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:57pm
The Bus Driver’s Game
In a city humming, wheels on the street,
Behind the wheel, she greets with a beat.
A bus driver charming, though hard to connect,
With laughter and teasing—so blissfully unchecked.
Her hair catches sunlight in shades of soft gray,
She drives past my heart each and every day.
I try to approach her with words I can’t bring;
But she just raises brows as if sensing my sting.
“Why not spend your money? It’s yours after all!”
With playful indifference tucked into her thrall.
While...
Behind the wheel, she greets with a beat.
A bus driver charming, though hard to connect,
With laughter and teasing—so blissfully unchecked.
Her hair catches sunlight in shades of soft gray,
She drives past my heart each and every day.
I try to approach her with words I can’t bring;
But she just raises brows as if sensing my sting.
“Why not spend your money? It’s yours after all!”
With playful indifference tucked into her thrall.
While...
#crush
#LifeAsAWriter
#romantic
#temptation
#WritingPoetry
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 7:14pm
2nd Apr 2025 7:14pm
"The Black Widow's Game (A Metaphor)"
Under the cover of night, she prowls
Wolves delve in with their beautiful howls
Creatures of the night guided by white owls
A seductress in the shadows, a black widow in human form,
To bend his will, and weather any storm.
Her silhouette, a whisper of the night,
Marked by the hourglass, a dangerous, red light.
Her skin, dark and alluring, her eyes, as deep as the abyss
As she speaks her voice leaves a hiss, those extraordinary lips.... Pure temptation, perfect to kiss....
He is drawn to her, captivated by her...
Wolves delve in with their beautiful howls
Creatures of the night guided by white owls
A seductress in the shadows, a black widow in human form,
To bend his will, and weather any storm.
Her silhouette, a whisper of the night,
Marked by the hourglass, a dangerous, red light.
Her skin, dark and alluring, her eyes, as deep as the abyss
As she speaks her voice leaves a hiss, those extraordinary lips.... Pure temptation, perfect to kiss....
He is drawn to her, captivated by her...
#dirty
#erotic
#lust
#metaphor
#romantic
251 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 9:55pm
28th Mar 2025 9:55pm
Dancing On The Fallen Petals Of Spring Blossoms
Dancing On The Fallen Petals
Of Spring Blossoms
William lies in his dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagines the sparkle of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flash like sun spots in his soul. He rises from his reverie.
He enters the school cafeteria. Having a girl’s school nearby affords him hope for love. And there is the nymph of his dreams sitting at the table in her cheerleader’s outfit. He has fallen in love with her. He has never loved a girl before. But the feelings he has for her feel very real and deep. He says, “Hi,...
Of Spring Blossoms
William lies in his dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagines the sparkle of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flash like sun spots in his soul. He rises from his reverie.
He enters the school cafeteria. Having a girl’s school nearby affords him hope for love. And there is the nymph of his dreams sitting at the table in her cheerleader’s outfit. He has fallen in love with her. He has never loved a girl before. But the feelings he has for her feel very real and deep. He says, “Hi,...
#romantic
#school
#seductive #sensual
#seductive #sensual
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AverageJoe
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 00:51am
17th Mar 2025 00:51am
Over a Cup of Joe (Redux)
I am a simple man who dreams simple dreams of complex things
But I dream, that they might be - if only for me.
***
I wondered what it might be like if somehow, someday, I had the chance to meet anyone I wanted, anywhere in the world, over a cup of coffee…
***
I’d love the chance to visit with you even if it was only for a moment over a cup of coffee and listen as you went on about this or that, as you liked, and just be carried with the flow.
Small things like the color of your nails or the print of your lips in lipstick upon the cup...
But I dream, that they might be - if only for me.
***
I wondered what it might be like if somehow, someday, I had the chance to meet anyone I wanted, anywhere in the world, over a cup of coffee…
***
I’d love the chance to visit with you even if it was only for a moment over a cup of coffee and listen as you went on about this or that, as you liked, and just be carried with the flow.
Small things like the color of your nails or the print of your lips in lipstick upon the cup...
#FallingInLove
#love
#romantic
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DU Poetry : Long Romantic Poems
