"inamorato" poems
The sound of my inamorato
Loneliness cries screaming deep in your soul
The feeling may still strong
This hurting shall not last long
It will ultimately pass
No more sobs no more cries
Dandelion will make you wise
Every split second heals
Bringing you to the genuine peace
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
I passed the thronging Gariahat market each day,
There were quite a few comrades on that very road; but only one seemed acquainted to me
A florist; whom I would survey.
He held a basket of red, lucid, hibiscus flowers as I could see for wee.
The drastic smile reminded me of old Grand-dad.
The alluring gleam in his hazel eyes remarked despondency.
I wanted to confide to the hard working lad,
That he isn't alone, and sing him a strain, melancholy.
His smile was blemished.
His bony hand could not hold the basket for a prolonged time,
And I thought his wounds must be replenished.
My contemplative eye would be abstracted by the tram's chime.
Once, on the night of May
When I thought he was endowed with glee,
To him, I lost my way
For sleeping pills vanquished me.
I stood there like a woebegone,
In reminiscence of my inamorato
As the funeral carriages were drawn,
I weeped while that naked smile on me, would bestow.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Chi sono io?
My i strayed from its o
(divorziato)
decades before the ***** and egg had wed,
hatching me to a self-soaking
tub where the immigrant
pigments of Ermano e Rosa
were twice removed.
*Quando dormo
gli antenati stanno sempre
sussurando indicazioni*
Rosa e Ermano each descend
(spaesato)
on separate planks plunked down to greasy
rock by proverbial boats.
When they do, Emma Lazarus doesn't
warn them the Lady's "give me"
comes with a take.
*Provo a sentire
le due parole dolci
ma non posso*
Ermano e Rosa each find
(inamorato)
American spouses, have American kids
who sprout to twist a native tongue
till an ill-fit, its tang is
left in must and un-dusted
just for periodic trips back.
*Ripeto, Chi sono io?
E nel questo sogno
i voci mi dicono di nuovo...*
Let's skip the unplugged generation's gap
(collegato)
to where my i reacquaints with its o,
but their made-up past makes
a tenuous tether, so together
Rosa e Ermano drift on
the whispers of a forgotten song.
Non dimenticar
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 8:09 AM UTC
i.
Inamorato's and inamorata's
Hath lost the meaning of amour';
Being two separate entities.
ii.
Me and mine lass
Shalt forever last;
For we art one spirit, one soul, one destiny.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Wistful eyes.
Words yet left unsaid.
Ink splatters.
Incomplete poems.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
Spanish version with some french words in it ();
Juliet Omnipotente, te uno del considerando Shakespherian. je suis tu totalidad inamorato, Dans le roi tu de tu razón sublime, como tis, tú eres el único que tengo seno. santuario mío !!!!
(English translated- )
Omnipotent Juliet
Thee one of Shakespherian recital
Je suis thy wholly inamorato
Dans le roi of thy sublime reason,
As tis
Thou art mine only *****
Mine sanctum!!!
French words in both translations are these+
Je suis - means I am
Dans le- means in the
Roi- means king
Translated from french to engish..
Sorry used french and Spanish and old English here.. Strange I am today lol
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Omnipotent juliet
the one of shakespearian recital.
Je suis thy wholly inamorato.
Dans le roi of thy sublime reason;
As tis
thou are mine only ***** . . . . . .
MINE SANCTUM. . . . . .
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
My eyes are closed but
I can still appreciate,
Vividly, the shade
You emanate
My painted inamorato,
My radiant Sun,
Fiery, all-enveloping,
Verily, the One.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
she ..... he
she, as sweet as honey. doe-eyed tender splendor. the sun braids her hair, the moon wipes her tears. day & night, she can only carry herself. teacup girl, you can hold her eggshell ego in your palm
calm.
she's a woeman or a wooman.
she, rue and blue. nocturnal ocular. inamorato inane. crazy stupid love, crazy stupid ladylove. predator of pure perpetual bliss, his kiss ~
she's laughter, guffaw and raw. she's cute, twee and sweet. she's every ability capable of catastrophe jealousy jalousie jade, unafraid.
a tectonic plate girl, a train wreck looking for equanimity tranquility.
a cat scratch female.
a female severe thunderstorm, warning.
auburn hair, dribbling like transferred decant hazelnut coffee
brewed shampoo sheen, his palms pouring with bountiful bliss
a cup of her.
wearing a pearl choker around her neck, she's his oyster
ready to be eaten, raw
his dear delicacy
ostentatious ritz
risqué getup glitz
lush.
he feeds her frenzied, hot, hunger for her concupiscent daydream
in actuality he has a haughty personality, between her hips arousal drips.
he's her peach, beseech with fervent fever for innocuous intimacy; enmesh and evoke in ease, please the plead we need.
he's her contour, the silhouette that invokes her earnestly and summons her evoked despondent deity, bring vigor and satisfactory vengeance.
on her mother-naked body, be the fabric that nukes her raw reprehensible physique,
be sinful, spiteful, senseless
in the way they drape.
breathe in her arousal
breathe in her lust,
touch her yearned wants and needs
touch her hankering hands,
kiss her passion
kiss her pain,
coition.
(k.m.m.)
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
*dear inamorato,
lightning strikes in my heart for you. our love is electric; a love so powerful that it could be the end of everything. because of this, we must be apart. the spark between us would have eventually led to fires and floods. we were nothing but destruction epitomized, the manifestation of pain. our love cannot be. although my heart is cool embers without you near, our love could only end in inevitable detriment. pay attention closely, our last storm is approaching. look to the sky, this is my good-bye. our love was cumulonimbus clouds and lightning strikes, i cannot forget and neither can you. i hope the sun shines, and you wish for the days when it was nothing but rain. i hope that you can remember this electricity. good-bye, my inamorato. good-bye to everything. can't you see, like a flash of lightning, i had to leave. so promise me that you won't wait around for the next lightning strike, for i am not coming back. our final storm has begun. look to the sky, look to the fading sun.
love,
your inamorata*
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Make her feel like she's an Aphrodite
She intends to introduce you as her inamorato to her heart
She makes you her Adonis
Let her know that she's your inamorata
don't leave her alone
You got many reasons to join
try to see her heart today
She wants you to stay
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
If only she knew
If only she knew,
The kind of affection I grew,
After that night,
I must be a knight,
To fight for her love,
I feel devoted to her love,
I wish to call her fidelia,because of her fidelity,
Her eyes,
Her lips,
Made me look like I’m mad,
But no I am bad,
B’cos I can’t keep away,
It’s like I’m going astray,
I want to be her inamorato,
If only you knew my motto,
She is like a rapture,
She captures my soul with her nice stature,
If only she knew,
How willing I am to give her my heart,
I wish to give you all of me,
So all you need is to trust me,
And give me your heart,
You brought me sunshine,
Which made my day bright and I knew you were mine,
I am no more in darkness,
Oh my goodness,
How I wish you could read my mind,
And find,
The secret behind my acts
Only if you knew,
I believe you won’t have kept me waiting!
#writtenBY✍️
*JaMhiel Young☝️❤️
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
Laying here emotions take over .... trying to devour the reflections of you
My eyes, searching, wanting, and deleting ....
With a heart so full awesome rapture,
alone with these I own
I draw close to my inamorato,
I dream ...
Desire comes with transgressions
the body trembles, my chin starts to quiver
and a lone drop is shown
my eyes and mouth close inviting
winkles form without surprise
waterfall of tears flood my soul
a cry for love, is overflowed
so much to give and and none to take ....
I treasure the real love
that bounds my soul
my eyes see it all,
his affection was mine,
my heart was in his hand,
ohh to have the love from him
once again ...
No Romero or Casanova for me
with words of love to turn the head
noooooo, I will come with open embrace
to the one i truly love ....
My reflections of you .... I will wait till my dying day ...
Debbie Brooks 2014
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
Just a simple smile and hello.
Your curls twisted round my finger.
Skin bright as snow.
I've known you for a short time, but I hope you linger.
Your eyes seem to always have a magnificent glow.
I definitely feel happier.
Stay for a while now.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
inamorato,
i often think of you during the nights before i rest soothingly, while i listen to the music of the rain until i fall asleep—with you occupying my thoughts which keeps me at comfort despite the drizzling weather. i think of you when the morning sunlight kisses my skin and i wake. i think of you during the time between day and night, and the spaces between the seconds that pass by so quickly. and if someone asks me what love is, my mind will be filled with your name—because to me, you are what defines love.
if these sea of thoughts could swallow me whole, i would've drowned; if one was alone, but saved by grace and i am accompanied by you in this vessel of love to crusade against nightmares. you and i fill in the gaps of tied chains, but it somehow feels like we’re untangling the impossible. you’re too far to reach, yet you’re here. with me. now i love you even more, and think of you more.
there’s not much to say now, and i don’t expect you to, you know i wouldn’t love you any less. i’d think of you still. and when you’re ready to hear these thoughts, i’ll be home. i'll wait for you, only when you’re ready.
her.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
How does love grow cold,
Yet act so bold...
Why am I too scared to fall?
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
her inamorato
is very simpatico
he writes symphonies
not with his pen but a tempo
as a vitouso
inside her heart he performs
tbe greatest concerto
a unique tone
with melodious tempo
he writes the right note
Read this canto
notes of lovers' heart are legato
not staccato
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
There is no rule with love
our hearts decide
Only with sweetheart my heart can abide
When you are at my side
I can call you my inamorato with pride
There is no reason to hide
what I feel deep inside
my inamorato, My radiant sun
You are my sweetheart , dear, the one
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC