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Dana Shroyer  May 2014
romance
Dana Shroyer May 2014
romance is giving me the last bite of your sandwich even though it's the best part with the cheese running down the sides
romance is holding the door for me when your arms are full of books and papers
romance is playing with my ***** hair when i haven't showered in days because you know i love it
romance is patiently holding water to my lips when i'm too drunk to keep my hand steady
romance is giving me your last cigarette when i've had a long day, even though i know you won't be able to scrape together change for a new pack
romance is asking me to marry you with a key ring because that's all we have the money for because we're young and crazy
romance is sitting in the back of the car laughing at nothing because our eyes get so squinty when we're ******
romance is leaving what you're doing to come pick me up when i called you crying for no reason
romance is holding my hand and my head and my heart in silence when i can't find the words to express the chaos inside my own mind
romance is listening to me ramble about the same old ****, and caring just as much as when i told you the first time
romance is the way you smile when i'm sad, the way you cradle my head in your neck, the way you kiss me on the nose, the way you text me good morning and goodnight every day, the way you tell me you love me and mean it
romance is you, and me, together
i really love that boy
sincurlyxbaki Oct 2013
may i compare thee to a glass of red wine in a room well lit with three candles?
tonight, we're going to paint the town with stains from our past. we'll converse with the heart's language, love.

tonight, the floor will be our canvas, but i will not offer you my hand, i won't dance, because i know music leads the way to romance.
my heart yearns to fill the spaces between your fingers & take down the walls you've built around your naked soul.

our feet giggles and rapidly moves to the sound of Ol' Blue Eyes. Frank Sinatra.
stop playing that **** music, im a hopeless romantic.

may i compare thee to a dying abandoned romance novel?
let me read you. let me taste you.
i crave.

tonight, you & i will be canvases. until our hearts bleed, we will write, we will sing, we will paint, we will dance, and let music lead the way to romance. but i will not offer you my hands.

lips locked. minds engaged. us, we're blank pages.
as we dance the night away, and we forget our pain, let skin touch and thoughts crave, let music lead the way to romance.
you got me all over you.

tonight, we kick back & cover ourselves with blankets of comfort. and we listen to each others thoughts.

let me love you. i think about you as much as you never think about me. let me love you.

i was touched by the sensation coming from your throat & the vibrations created by your lips. your voice.
i drowned.

can i build a home on your mind? i'll forever be lost in time but i don't mind.
you. you chained me with your eyes, you choked me with your love.
but i still won't offer you my hands, because i know music leads the way to romance.

each time you spoke, it was a reading of the chapters in your soul. you told me, you hated being alone.
i found solace in your thoughts & your free spirit.

your body is the red wine. fluid. i drank you with passion & i got drunk off of you. i drowned in your wine glass of emotions.

i can see *** in your eyes. can i? can i drown in your waterfall?
i can see agony in your mind, i can feel heated passion on your thighs.

to what can i compare thee?
my lady, if we were a secret, how long would you keep it?
you have me open.

i was afraid. if i offered you my hands, it will lead to romance. tonight, let's just have our feet converse.
you had my heart first.

we painted the town with blue and red, with pain and regret, with all that we wanted to forget. but i will not offer you my hands because i know music leads the way to romance.

and we never cared that we painted the town, we never cared. we locked hands, for one last dance, and we let music lead the way to romance.

they said we were young. we were too young to love. but let's just dance, and forget the world. offer me your hands, so that music can lead the way to romance.

i always tell myself about you. at times, i catch myself in deep conversation with me. talking about you. i pray one day you hear me.

need to let you sink in. need to let you sink in. tonight, tonight only, i'll let you love me. let me love you.

all i ask, is that you pour out your wine glass. give me your hands, let's have one dance, and let music lead the way to romance.
Beautiful poet, drown in passion.
Janal Rajput  Oct 2019
Romance
Janal Rajput Oct 2019
You killed Romance:
In the night shrouded in blue,
See Romance thought you cherished him,
So he looked after you,
Fantasized and idealized images of you-
Herbal baths, pink perfumed steam,
Caring hands that you loved too,
Gentle kisses down your neck,
Sweet like dripping whip cream,
Nose to nose, breath to breath, cheek to cheek
Romance's lucid teenage dream,
Eyes saying more than we could ever speak,
In car windows filled with steam,
But they were only cheap thrills,
Destined to wilt, destined to fall apart
left Romance so weak
To him it was you and I- but to you?
There was no team.

Yet you still threw love at him in synthetic roses
Told him you loved him,
Told him you missed him,
That you wanted to see him,
Be with him,
Care for him,
But did you?
Romance offered you a world to view
In pastel colours of orange and blue,
Hints of violet and a love ever so true,
Wanted to cherish your smile,
But you Made him feel like a criminal on trial,
While he kissed the glint in your eye,
You lied-made him believe you'd try,
So he listened to the sound of your laughter,
And you'd cancel, tell him you'd have to see him later,
Romance craved to speak to your soul, but you never exposed it- afraid to lose control.

Romance left you ironically you never missed him,
Because you never cared enough to understand him,
Or knew him in your apartment with the city lights over the balcony,
Romance could never have touched you, only dreamed of you,
Because you sought out Lust,
And he gave you flesh,
With little faith and a lot less trust,
Not someone to love and caress,
Only someone for your body to ******,
Romance wanted the passion of your heart,
the wonders of your mind,
That night you killed Romance he cried one last tear
Hoped you'd leave lust behind and find someone at night you can rely on-
Hold dear
He couldn't hate you because he knew not how to
Only love you
Drive the knife deeper
Your unwanted pig to slaughter
Chop him up
Throw away the parts you didn't like
Wrap him in cling film
Sell him to the highest bidder
And he still loved you
Hoping you'll find happiness too.
hazem al jaber Jun 2017
i want romance ...

when i seek for romance ...
i'm searching for you ...
when i seeks for a poetic feelings ...
no one could give me this ...
only you ...
whom took my all thoughts ...
and my all breathes ...
while i'm thinking of you ...

i just want romance ...
a one like you ...
just want  you ...
only you ...
who has the romance ...
that i seek for ...

so please babe ...
feel me as i feel you ...
love me as i do ...
and say that you love ...
and need to get the romance ...
that you hold only for me ...
please say and do ...

will keep waiting ...
just to hear this from you ...
this all what i need ...
need to hear love you ...

nothing i need sweetheart ...
just need to feel a romance ...
only with you ...
and to give you all love ...
that i feel for you ...

just want a romance ...
your romance sweetheart ...

hazem al ...
Romance Was Born In Ireland .. { And It was }

Romance was born in Ireland
The longest time ago~
When a very little lady
Wore a bonnet with a bow~
She sat upon a tuft of grass
Warming herself within the sun~
Along come a leprechaun
And then her heart was won~
Romance was born in Ireland
The longest time ago~
And why they first called it romance
I guess we'll never know~
But romance was born in Ireland
The longest time ago~
When a very little lady
Wore a bonnet and a bow~
Ever since that day it's been romance
It never had before~
And those first two they fell so inlove
Each other forever they adored~
Romance was born in Ireland
The longest time ago~
And why they first called it romance
I guess we'll never know~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1984 & again 2018
ROMANCE FROM THE HEART
What do I mean by romance from the heart?
Good question
Romance comes from the heart
Romance is love
And love is romance
I had romance once
She was pretty
Valentines Day is for lovers
Boy friends and girl friends give their loves gifts from their hearts
Husbands give their wives candy and roses usually red roses
The red rose signifies love
Love comes from the heart
Romance comes and is from the heart
Allen Hollandsworth
2/14/2002
Kalon R Mar 2015
What is it about early in the morning?
Why is there a romance
in the girl
sitting over there
with a cup of coffee?
Why is her existence the very romance that I crave?
Why does every bite SHE takes
Make me ponder marriage?
I don't even know this girl
But she sure is romantic.
Early morning romance is evil
With its slithering tail of deceit.
She's not perfect,
I could name every flaw.
But in that moment she is the most perfect girl I've ever seen.
Early morning romance
you unjust-seductress.
Forcing the sun to act as Cupid
Winding the wind so it whispers silent melodies
Arranging an extra table in between us so that it becomes THE boundary that I cannot cross.
Early Morning Romance
You are an evil maniacal *******, Using my heroine as your puppet...
You offer me hope,
For my impossible romance.
You dangle this
unreachable sublime dream
Right in front of me.
And then she leaves, and my life!
Becomes real again.
Joe Haydon Mar 2014
Romance is not love - they are different things.
Romance is a subtle gesture, the turn of a head, the twinkle in an eye, the electric charge between two people that sparks on contact. Romance is desire, seduction, passion and lust. It is restrained, spontaneous and exciting. It is not on the menu of a fancy restaurant, or on the receipts of expensive gifts. Romance is found in little things, special things, and it is far too elusive and precious to be bought or sold - whatever the price.
Romance is not love, but if tended to and nourished, romance will take root, grow, bud, blossom and bloom. And when it does, love will lie in it's petals.
One Valentines day I got cross with everything trying to tell me what romance is, and what love is, and how to get it; how to buy it, and how much its worth. I thought all of that was rather missing the point - in my experience at least.
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
Promises made by mortal man
Are rarely met by mortal hand
For though they strive to win your heart
Such passions land far from their start

They'll paint, so clear, a future bliss
And draw you in with blinding kiss
But just when you have bought the dream
Man finds pursuits more worthy to deem

Ambition, sport and other girls
Whose flattering words and smiles like pearls
Will tempt a fellow to leave his nest
And lie upon another's breast

'Tis pain so sharp you think you'll die
And tears aren't found enough to cry
A torture rack would be better friend
With all its tearing limb to limb

To have your innards disemboweled
Or face the fiercest lion's growl
Would be kinder punishment than this
From one who knew your ****** kiss

And yet within this darkest night
A hint of moonbeam's softest light
Might rise upon such blistered soul
And shine into its gaping hole

For romance still may spark a flame
And whisper to your heart by name
To woo you in your bleakest hour
With promises of healing power

Promises unlike the others you've known
Whose good intentions were quickly thrown
Away by the frailty of human flesh
When sin's entanglements did enmesh

No, this One's words are wholly sure
His heart and mind and will are pure
His faithfulness cannot be shaken
Nor His covenant love ever be taken

He chose you before He made the sun
And said to the Father, "I want that one!"
He searched you out through all your years
Through all your joys and pains and fears

And now He waits for you to grasp
That deepest pleasure lies in His clasp
That His own kiss brings highest delight
That His face is eye's sweetest sight

It's He alone Who can fill you up
And saturate your empty cup
When life has left you hollow and dry
And numb to further wish to try

When memories lie tarnished with stains
And not one worthy dream remains
He reaches in with perfect hope
That pulls you up like saving rope

And as He wipes tears from your eyes
He says to you: I am the Prize!
Take hold of Me and drink My love
Come sit with Me in realms above

For I have blessings prepared for you
That you've never imagined, but oh it's true
I long to give you all of Me
To draw you close and let you see

That in your pain you know Me best
That heart's rejection finds its rest
In this sweet fellowship of intimacy
Where you are made to look like Me

I'll give you love like you've not known
Enough to see your will o'erthrown
Enough to pour it out upon
That very one who did you wrong

For that one, too, knows thirst of soul
And needs My love to fill the hole
Which, though he's tried hard to ignore,
Pleads, "More and more and more and more!"

But if he never should respond
Still, that pure love will seal the bond
That ties you to My own heartbeat
For then you'll see My love complete

For though the world resists Me still
I love them fiercely and always will
I've known rejection like no other
From bride and kindred and friend and brother

And when you love through hate and scorn
A jewel within your heart is born
For then you glimpse My own heart's breaking
And learn My secrets of rarest taking

To rejoice in the face of bitter spite
Requires sure death but will invite
Your soul to dance in gardens of bliss
Where you will know My Lover's kiss

So come and dance with Me, make haste
There's no spare moment left to waste
Abundant life waits through this door
With thrills and pleasures evermore!
~~~
From Jess's Lips Jul 2018
She’s got a cheap cigarette
she uses to bury us all in smoke.
It hangs off her lips
and wobbles when she talks.
She’s cracked open a new book,
another ****** romance.

It’s always romance,
she says, taking a drag from her cigarette.
It’s in everything, in every **** book.
Each word she speaks is followed by a puff of smoke,
small clouds that form as she talks
and roll off of the curve of her lips,

the very same lips
that told me romance
is for suckers, told me talks
of love are talks of nothing rolled into a cigarette
she’d never smoke.
She buries her nose in her book

once more, leaving me to stare at the book
cover and nervously gnaw at my lips.
The empty space between us is full of tension and smoke
and somehow, a stubborn romance
that hangs in the air like a half hit cigarette
hangs on the edge of an ashtray. She talks

to me, around me, and about me, but our talks
never include that tension, though I could write a book
full of the way she glances past her cigarette
at me, how her inviting lips
beg me to foolishly romance
her by hurling apprehensive smiles through her wall of smoke.

The tiny wisps of smoke
that swirl around her dance as she talks
about this dime-store romance
novel she happened to pick up, a devastating book
about a man who spent his life with his lips
sewed shut. She finally puts out her cigarette.

The smoke from her cigarette peters out and silence settles over the two of us.
I move my lips and no sound comes out. When she finally talks
again, I cross my fingers in hopes of being the next romance book she wants to discuss.
I never actually posted an edited version of this, so here it is. This is a sestina which follows this form:
1. ABCDEF
2. FAEBDC
3. CFDABE
4. ECBFAD
5. DEACFB
6. BDFECA
7. (envoi) ECA or ACE
JAK AL TARBS Jul 2013
A simple romance began
On a saturday
You sent a text, with hearts
And said you loved me

I was shocked at what you said
That it left me speechless
And I answered simply
"I Love You Too" see?

Yeah, it was a teenage year
And I was so smitten
But I always feared
What lies were written
In your texts you sent me

It was a simple romance
I'm doing the best that I can
To keep this thing going
I was a mature man
And to keep a secret
From others to know it
A simple romance

For the few weeks
We went out
It felt like we were
Outta this world

And yeah it was awkward
To try to keep it a secret
I tried my hardest
But I guess it didn't work out

And then one day
I still thought
You loved me
Instead an boy
Who claiam
Is outta this world

I guess I was stupid
To think I could hold it
You don't call and
Say we're through
But...

I have moved on
I'm over you
I've moved on
Ever since we're through
I've moved on
I don't need you
I've moved on

It was a stupid romance
I tried my best I can
Instead, a simple romance
This was the first fell in love...
Didn't end up going well...
a weekday is a weekday of lust
a weekday is a weekday of romance
a weekday is a weekend of a weekend lust
a weekday is a weekend of a weekend obsession
obsession is a weekend of obsession
obsession is a weekend of lust
love is a day to day obsession

love is a day to day romance
a day to day is a day to day obsession
a day to day is a day to day romance
a day of lust is a day of romance
a tale of love is a tale of the day
a tale of love is a tale of romance
a tale of love is a tale of lust

the tale of the day is the tale of obsession
love is the tale of the day
love is the tale of romance
lust is a tale of lust
lust is a tale of obsession
a weekday is a weekend tale
a weekday is a weekday tale of love
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about in-between love,lust,and romance. i don't add capitalization's on my writing.

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