Romantic by Top Critiquers Poems
#romantic
romantic by top critiquers poems. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
A Romantic..
want and romance
and then
the opening
the walkway looking west
a small cutaway
I held you close
staring into your laser eyes
holding you tight
tenderness spinning out of control
a new control emerged
one you knew was buried
deep in my brow
matching you stare for stare
electrons and gamma rays
cross stimulation
I took your smile
and marked it
with my mine
taking you
under my wing
protecting you
feeding you
giving you...
and then
the opening
the walkway looking west
a small cutaway
I held you close
staring into your laser eyes
holding you tight
tenderness spinning out of control
a new control emerged
one you knew was buried
deep in my brow
matching you stare for stare
electrons and gamma rays
cross stimulation
I took your smile
and marked it
with my mine
taking you
under my wing
protecting you
feeding you
giving you...
#love
#romantic
#Romanticism
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Empire of Senses
My love aches for purple abandonment
In the twilight of forgotten crops.
Where shadows dance with silent lament
and the moon spews forth black dew drops.
Oh, how the ocean gets addicted
to the rapture of poodles in flight!
The stars whisper secrets
in the madness of velvet delight.
Eternity fiddles with time’s strings
a symphony of chaos and grace.
Heaven shines like jelly, voluptuous,
in the embrace of a Dodo’s face.
The sun throbs with fermented oysters.
Its rays a tapestry of decay
as a red...
In the twilight of forgotten crops.
Where shadows dance with silent lament
and the moon spews forth black dew drops.
Oh, how the ocean gets addicted
to the rapture of poodles in flight!
The stars whisper secrets
in the madness of velvet delight.
Eternity fiddles with time’s strings
a symphony of chaos and grace.
Heaven shines like jelly, voluptuous,
in the embrace of a Dodo’s face.
The sun throbs with fermented oysters.
Its rays a tapestry of decay
as a red...
#art
#despair
#emptiness
#romantic
#surreal
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3 Comments
Everywhere I Go
If i look, I find you.
You think i can't see you,
But I'm blinded by you.
You speak to me,
And I confide in you.
Things you probably,
Already knew.
I open my heart,
But you zip away.
Those homing missiles,
Don't intimidate me.
I'm blinded by you,
Thats all I see.
Someone I trust.
Someone i need
You think i can't see you,
But I'm blinded by you.
You speak to me,
And I confide in you.
Things you probably,
Already knew.
I open my heart,
But you zip away.
Those homing missiles,
Don't intimidate me.
I'm blinded by you,
Thats all I see.
Someone I trust.
Someone i need
#romantic
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6 Comments
Forgetting Tomorrow
We sat down to dinner at seven, playing footsies under the table
After drinks we cuddled on the couch, for a little tv, discussing much later
At ten the kisses began, along with the heavy petting
Something got harder as something else started wetting
Let's work our way to the bedroom, where time starts and stops
You go get ready and I'll make sure that everything is on lock
Eleven-fifteen we reconvene for a liason between the sheets
The petting is rekindled as our bodies and mouths meet
For the next few hours we will chase each other over...
After drinks we cuddled on the couch, for a little tv, discussing much later
At ten the kisses began, along with the heavy petting
Something got harder as something else started wetting
Let's work our way to the bedroom, where time starts and stops
You go get ready and I'll make sure that everything is on lock
Eleven-fifteen we reconvene for a liason between the sheets
The petting is rekindled as our bodies and mouths meet
For the next few hours we will chase each other over...
#love
#sex
#rhyming
#relationships
#romantic
329 reads
2 Comments
If I Was Cupid...
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters...
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters...
#love
#romantic
#ValentinesDay #funny
#ValentinesDay #funny
468 reads
10 Comments
Great Catch! (Lapping it up)
What a great catch,
As you fall into my lap!
It could be a trap,
But I ain't takin' that!
You're a great match,
A really amazing snatch.
Forget about that nap,
Till I've read you like a map!
We're on the right track,
Takin' up the slack,
Never goin' back -
Filling that sweet crack!
As you fall into my lap!
It could be a trap,
But I ain't takin' that!
You're a great match,
A really amazing snatch.
Forget about that nap,
Till I've read you like a map!
We're on the right track,
Takin' up the slack,
Never goin' back -
Filling that sweet crack!
#admiration
#lust
#seductive
#temptation
#romantic
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23 Comments
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1155 reads
43 Comments
Word Of Mouth
I learned early;
If you can't read the writing on the wall,
it's because you're standing
too close to the wall.
Staying back, there's knowledge in distance.
Because intimacy brings a different awareness,
when my words have my mouth to hamper
any given wisdom.
So it's best to be quiet, while eyes collide
within or without, understanding.
It's easy to speak when I'm cold.
I can sit with all who shiver,
as my stutter blends with theirs,
blaming the current predicament.
Language is an evolution ...
If you can't read the writing on the wall,
it's because you're standing
too close to the wall.
Staying back, there's knowledge in distance.
Because intimacy brings a different awareness,
when my words have my mouth to hamper
any given wisdom.
So it's best to be quiet, while eyes collide
within or without, understanding.
It's easy to speak when I'm cold.
I can sit with all who shiver,
as my stutter blends with theirs,
blaming the current predicament.
Language is an evolution ...
#kindness
#romantic
#patience
559 reads
17 Comments
Passion's Tar
A cocaine moon's soliloquy touched by champagne
in passion's tar and midnight's shade in dark innuendoes
in our glass menagerie, auditioning for Romeo and Juliet
beneath the stars and the coke in the nose until it pass
in passion's tar and midnight's shade in dark innuendoes
in passion's tar and midnight's shade in dark innuendoes
in our glass menagerie, auditioning for Romeo and Juliet
beneath the stars and the coke in the nose until it pass
in passion's tar and midnight's shade in dark innuendoes
#love
#romantic
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0 Comments
sailing
walking around the lake
that warm September
afternoon at the Palace
Of Gold
passing by statues of
Brahma, Vishnu and
Shiva
a large boat shaped
like a white swan
sat moored by the
water's edge
the devine sun playing
chants in the ripples
on the water
I bought you a crystal
necklace
and your heart opened
like peacock tail
feathers
on our way home
the sun sailed into
the twilight
as I watched the
sun and looked
at you
...
that warm September
afternoon at the Palace
Of Gold
passing by statues of
Brahma, Vishnu and
Shiva
a large boat shaped
like a white swan
sat moored by the
water's edge
the devine sun playing
chants in the ripples
on the water
I bought you a crystal
necklace
and your heart opened
like peacock tail
feathers
on our way home
the sun sailed into
the twilight
as I watched the
sun and looked
at you
...
#romantic
239 reads
4 Comments
Whither
Your breath
Silent sonnets of poetry
Which wreath the air
With something more -
Indefinable
As if touching upon forever
You're art in the stillness
That pleasures my eyes
And I'm lost
Drowning in the view
What is it stays the moment
Longer
Whenever you're near
Imaginings take flight
From the shadows of my mind
Loosed like freshening breeze
Bearing the scent of rain
Before a summer storm
As distant thunder rolls
You possess that fire which stirs a man
And makes his feelings burn ...
Silent sonnets of poetry
Which wreath the air
With something more -
Indefinable
As if touching upon forever
You're art in the stillness
That pleasures my eyes
And I'm lost
Drowning in the view
What is it stays the moment
Longer
Whenever you're near
Imaginings take flight
From the shadows of my mind
Loosed like freshening breeze
Bearing the scent of rain
Before a summer storm
As distant thunder rolls
You possess that fire which stirs a man
And makes his feelings burn ...
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#love #romantic
#love #romantic
300 reads
13 Comments
to his wife, and no one else
british crime novels, especially from the ‘forties and ‘fifties,
and black and white films of the era, and the poetry
of auden and spender in the ‘thirties, and you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, but let’s keep that to ourselves ..
and black and white films of the era, and the poetry
of auden and spender in the ‘thirties, and you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, but let’s keep that to ourselves ..
#romantic
145 reads
3 Comments
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