"romancer" poems
I have crushes
because I am unable
to commit.
I can pick up affairs
and when I'm tired,
I quit.
I have crushes
because I am an obessessive
romancer.
I am infected with lust
which always spread
like cancer.
I have crushes
because I have yet
to fall in love
yet lucky enough
to have my heart
broke into two.
I could never love you wholly
this is why I 'crush' on you.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
one undead sed to one too undead: "id **** for a romancer whos a necromancer."
Well, abracadabra with just an ounce of my magic
i produce half a cadavre and then the other half grab it and shake it until it blabbers:
"well im awake but id rather be underground with dead matter."
and though ive never been sadder i had to grab her and stab her a thousand times in such patterns
that all was left were mere tatters, talk about beaten and battered as all the pieces were scattered
(i made em smaller and flatter til they looked good so i blabbered):
"you look amazing"- "im flattered"
she sed but that didnt matter. im just a ****** whos madder than Hell oh well whats it matter
the feelings of a mad hatter madder than other mad hatters collaboratively dont matter
in fact the maddest just happens to have had all his dreams shattered.
evacuate bowels and bladder. souls eaten, demons get fatter, eternal state of dead palar,
dying in Hell, almost had her. god ****
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
You be the beauty
And I'll be the beast
I'll try to sweep you off your feet
Tho the rolls might be reversed
I promise I won't be perverse
You're just the one I've been searching for
Watching you dance across the floor
You'll grip my hand perfectly tight
You know I only have one night
Until that rose wilts and dies
Then I'll forever be living this lie
When those petals fall to the floor
You won't love me anymore
For I'll be trapped inside of a body unkind
Washing away your blissful mind
I'll take your hand but you'll turn away
If I only had the chance to say
and prove to you the lies that have been;
The outside that this body forbids
So go be the beauty
I'll still be the beast
And when I sweep you off your feet
We'll dance until this world subsides
We wont have to worry about those lies
Even when that flower wilts away
I'll want nothing more than for you to stay
And see me for the true romancer to be
The one that steals your heart;
You'll see
Alysia Marie 2014 ©
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
Maybe it was fate in the threads of that
skirt as short as temper and temperance
that ended the ellipsis breathing.
A dancer needs an answer
on life enhancers, dear romancer.
Your smile was more than good enough.
I drank of it, the cup of Christ that turned
my blood into whining moments of
insecurity.
Call security, you say, making the call on
what I am because I am transparent,
transdimensional, traversing the bridge
of your nose with my high-risk eyes.
You say that I am, and they cry.
As your hands ticked at your clock-click keyboard,
I waited, passed the time wondering the
difference between naive and navel.
Harm came like rain in winter, the words
of Zephyrus slipping from between those
amber lips, lithe on naked fingertips.
You take the names of gods in vain,
into your veins, let them convert only
the white blood cells. You'd crucify
me for vanity.
You accuse the recluse of abuse,
and it suits you, tailored because
hatred sized you up the moment you met.
The orchestra disbanded, the buds of May
have yet to burst, yet to blossom like you
say you always will,
but the spring in your step when
you walk away from the last word
tells me more than the chirping birds
nesting in your hair.
You remind me of Paris
on the walls of Troy,
thief of hearts and fool indeed.
Bringer of fire, brander of hell,
but only because you were already the
Tartarus Employee of the Month and
enjoying Elysium.
This is the
beautiful mystery
undone as her clothes and
naked as the day Rosemary Matron gave her
to the world.
This is the beautiful mystery
returned to voids as tangled as her hair,
the nonspace between the curls hiding
secrets and conviction.
This is the beautiful mystery
concluded, all the movements of
her symphonic body no longer to allure.
This is the beautiful mystery
answered, the riddle of the Sphinx
leaping from the pillar, a killer
not quite so strong as her eyes.
This is the beautiful mystery
laid to rest, buried alive in a life discarded.
This is good-bye.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
Terminally ill,
infected with lust
curiosity and nerves.
Spreading like a virus,
your words crawl deep
into my veins.
Tongue numb,
lungs struggle
in the midst of this plague.
Embedded in my marrow,
festering in my throat
enclosed by bones,
guarded by ribs
The ache won’t leave, and I’m starting to wonder,
if my chest cavity is better off empty.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
Were you always a killer,
commendable, expendable
secret agent girl?
Were you always a dancer, entrancer,
Irene Adler, romancer,
secret agent girl?
Were you smart or kind of heart,
lover of art, playing your part.
secret agent girl?
Were you feared or revered,
a pioneer of weird,
secret agent girl?
Were you a dream, beauty supreme,
eyes all agleam, more than you seemed,
secret agent girl?
Who lost you, tossed you
and at what cost due,
secret agent girl?
When did they rob you of your glory,
rewrite author, title, story,
secret agent girl?
Where did they take you, break you,
make you into something new,
secret agent girl?
Are you Cold War fossil lost in time,
too young to be old, past no prime,
secret agent girl?
Beneath the earth, above the sky,
not allowed to cry, to die, are you,
secret agent girl?
Who were you before your halo cracked,
before the fact, your devil's pact,
secret agent girl?
I'll kiss you, miss you,
this bliss is amiss,
secret agent girl.
It's time to go, leave me alone,
you broken hero,
secret agent girl.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Pity party, pity poison,
pity is pretty ****** off
at your Pompadour proposition, your Pompeii proposal.
The judge and jury blame your execution;
you thought the tri in matrimony meant three
in love when it really meant that you're the third wheel.
You hoped I'd kiss and tell in your world of wedding bells.
Go to hell.
You smiled as you beguiled with false feminine wiles the
boy of miles and miles away, hoping that he might stay
with you instead of her.
Well, this is his answer, and, dear failed romancer,
you won't get that last dance.
Her love was pretense in past tense,
events not recorded in your history book hips.
Ah, a novel idea: you, John Green with envy,
tried to bend me to your whim.
Tried, but your pride died when I sighed
and said that I loved her, so you booked it
from the floor and seemed gone forevermore,
a footnote in the lore until you...turned into a *****
came to me and said that you loved me more.
That is wrong.
Strike the gong.
This is a correction.
Your insurrection of our connection turned
affection into an infection,
and don't interrupt with your **** interjection--
were you expecting an ********
Because you're getting a rejection,
so keep your confection objection to yourself.
You hoped to trace my face, take first place or third base,
leave no space for even lace, and half of lace is empty space.
I should have brought mace.
You are jelly in a jam, so your ham-fisted attitude
led the lamb of love to slaughter;
the s leads laughter on, standing for ***
(check male or female),
stimulation, squabble, **** **** sext--
a wrecked relationship sinking, sinking,
and being nearer, my ******* God, to thee
makes me sick between my bulkhead bones.
The iceberg of your persistence
puts up its last resistance,
but it melts, melts, melts, in water hot as hell.
Is it not plain as you the pain you put me through?
You, with two left feet, hope I'll cheat the day we meet
on the girl who was your friend, and you've done this
once before.
Your dainty hopes that you could go two for two
with hearts and minds disgusts, and your lust broke my trust,
and I must, must, must ring the bells.
Class dismissed. I hope you've learned.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
Dizzy feeling
Staring at the ceiling
Cool and white
Could it feel my spite
Try to Speak
Words come out so bleak
Running for the door
Both feet escape the cold floor
Fresh air
To keep me from ripping out my hair
Breathing begins to quicken
I’m starting to feel sick and
Helpless once again
Go outside
Trying to hide
In the moonlight
No happiness in sight
Climbing into the pool
Feeling like such a fool
Cool, yet warm water surrounds me
I think of the sea
Begging for an answer
To stop being such a hopeless romancer
Needing a sign
Before deciding it’s time
To give it all away
No one left to beg me to stay
Needing a sign
This can’t be my time
This can’t be my last day
A shooting star says stay
I do
Didn’t have a clue
I stayed
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
Egalitarians of a smaller world
with forks for fingers
chew loudly on the gravy train
of poor boys paper thin paychecks
spit me out cause I got no cash
better to be on the street with
a shoeless shuffle
than trying to capture a seat
at the silver spoon table....
Pasty-faced bankers counting out loud
the graves of American dreams they spoiled
the song of their voices in unison
is a terrible dirge and a
strange romancer that keeps
one and all clinging to that sweetest of dreams
hope....
Dudley Do Right is a little man
in his little office
acting like the bureaucrat he was born to be
just pennies on the pound for his cold soul
a deadeye wrangler six shooter bang bang
his heart a cardboard cutout of his childhood idol
deadeye wrangler six shooter bang bang
all these flavorless fools
pay to play on the great machine
where the crowds call for ever more
salacious parody of what should be
where the almighty buck stops here
twice a day
all day Sunday
preacher man
baker, solider, liar, thief
deadeye wrangler six shooter bang bang
deadeye wrangler six shooter bang bang
© 2018 mark john junor all of my poems are my
exclusive property and all rights are reserved
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
Is she just a distraction
Or is she an answer
Divide her into fraction
Slippery wet romancer
Better take some action
And remove that cancer
Make a precise extraction
Rejuvenating life enhancer
Water, sun, aghast rejoice, life begins to grow
Times so very fast yet motions are fairly slow
Shall thy spark last, will my eyes stay aglow
Will memories be made, for all of thee to know
When memory will fade, will she still show
Crave what's forbade and all the love below
No thoughts can jade the debt to life we owe
All dues are paid, now get in line for life row
May rest be laid, with dreams from long ago
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
Anticipation begins
With a slow hungry beat
Whispered words surge towards
Two hearts that will soon meet
Sweet sounds are plucked
By the merest soft brush
The tune is full
The music is lush
My heart beats in time
To the rhythm you set
You’re a fine musician
Your music I will not forget
Your fingertips move
Like a tribal dancer
You lure, a seducer
A primal romancer
Desire sings in my blood
My body is not immune
You play me like a fine instrument
But I’m loving the tune
The crescendo is all fire
The rhythm is strong
As the last note is fading
I crave the next song
26/07/2010
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
White translucent ribbons
Floating in front of my eyes
And all that lies
Transports me to another world
An illusion of a better one, I believe.
And, I'm afraid I'd rather not leave.
You're a captivator,
a dancer
And a romancer
Sometimes I'm afraid your enchantment
will drive me to an unhealthy mentality
full of unforgotten fallacy.
But already
you have me on strings
dancing like I've got wings
Your language
speaks to me in a melody
one of serenity.
Sink into my mind,
drag into your black hole,
sink into my soul.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Unskilled romancer of moods...
bruised like a plumb from
false starts--fumbling, falling
into graces...whose?
Some bright-bulbed
peanut gallery staring at you
from the rears of their minds.
Watching you cartoonishly swept
off your feet by cosmic record skips.
The cavities of your features filling
with shadows, as if touched up for
your variations on danse macabre.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
love love dove
the dove fell far
love love dove
burned to a char
craven craven raven
again rose a star
craven craven raven
picked at your scar
vain vain crane
full of empty words
vain vain crane
of the foolish birds
wail wail quail
a dying creed
well well quail
a time to bleed
a time that ends
the pain of past
a wound that mends
has been passed
i cannot lie
the pain i felt
with our goodbye
oh i could melt
i'm truly sorry
about the necromancer
the love which you gave
to the poor romancer
were you brought
back from the dead?
if so, then please
live and not dread
look on and not dread
the memories
that your mind must tread
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
Everyone writes about coffee
The embedded love
The innate passion
That’s brewed strong
That’s filtered long
Everyone talks about coffee and love
Everyone compares coffee to love
Everyone forgets its natural taste
Everyone forgets its bitter taste
Its rancid lingerance
Its putrid flavor
Everyone forgets to write about coffee creamer
The artificial sweetener
The true romancer
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
There's a rainbow
in the grey clouds
Where hidden far beyond
is an Opal shaped
burning red sun
Like an artist
you are a dark romancer
With brown eyes
that haunt me in my sleep still
Your initials ark inked
into my skin
With one foot forward
and craving a grave
To lay this to rest
Changing faces
and teeth that gleam
You are a shifter
so shift to the beat
Behind grey skies
I hear an angels voice
she whispers your name
As I ride the rainbow
to the shallow depths
of my grave
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Uselessly I watched you
glide with her
holding her tightly
while she sank into your embrace
You drew her breath
made her heart race
placed a hand upon her shoulder
It hurt
You cast me a you-can't-do-anything glance
and I winced at how light-footed you are
It was obvious
you have done this often
thief with a devilish grin
crusher of hopes
When you left with your arm around her
you looked back smugly
You're used to getting what you want
Your gloating broke me
I curse you cancer
brutal romancer
irresistible lover
****** good dancer
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
the inner child has ambitions
to portray those many renditions
these dreams are as propositions
lifelong missions, lifelong missions
reaching beyond the realms of space
discovering new grounds to trace
all found in a romancer's place
adult this race, adult this race
youthful reverie taking flight
seizing the huge visions of night
an objective that brings such light
brilliant insight, brilliant insight
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
My babe is the sexiest kitten I know,
she's meeker than a lamb & bolder than a lion,
there's no denying, she's tastes like the sweetest ****
captures my heart with everything she does,
I feel her genuine love for me,
all the time.
I'd be lying if I told you she was mean,
there's not a single bone like that in her body.
She's never shoddy, she dresses to the hilt.
From her birthday suit to her tight fittin' jeans,
everything about her is so doggone cute.
She's a romancer & a fantastic dancer,
the way she moves is smooth like butter,
her undulations are exquisite & exotic,
she wins all the awards for being ******
nope, definitely not neurotic,
yep, hypnotic.
Oh sure, she can cook & sew & keep a clean home, but she's so much more than all of that.
She knows what you need to know about motors & tools & paint & plumbing & guns, too.
I dream about her a lot,
know how supercool she is,
she's so much fun when
she comes alive
out of the lonely
recesses of my mind,
day and night.
I never miss her kisses,
'cause I just make them up
& whenever I want another,
there's no reason to fight her,
she smothers me with a lot of them.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
Spencer
Beautiful Baby
my boy, and my lover,
silently glowing with hope.
He reminds me
that through worry, although tonight-
I may still sleep.
My Spencer,
always so ready
to hear & see
but only ever
in our blue dreams.
*Eager to know; Understand
Eager to help, desperate; to heal.
To fix-
to carry.*
Spencer. Spencer. Spencer.
A name, a question & an answer,
a Silent Singer's basement dancer-
a Simple, magic, modern-romancer.
so it's him with these words,
that I choose to now smother,
as I write precipitously , yet another..
Prayer that his truth & love uncover,
Pieces of me as memories recover,
a new way to yearn & then rediscover,
sincerity's truth within one and other.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 8:40 PM UTC
Rev it up
revelations
Poems
I am starting to heat
Like a sweet ***
The thirst to quench
The sun stays never to be
switched
Like a birth
glowing rich
The procreation bloom
Egyptian words
Do they really need more room?
((One Day Creation))
575 Haiku 24/7
A spiritual touch
of the Rumi
Kabuki
Whom he?
Through me
His poem
Knew my assumptions?
Run around to Sue-me____
Mooney Cafe George
Clooney
5-Loves too many?
7-Moves money talks
5-Doves peek woo
Love me do
You know
I love Poems
More than you
Loves five fire tribe
and words enlight
The punchy resolution
That's your flight
Shes higher love doves
He craves all her words
((Divination))
To resist the
temptation
Fruit punch someone
got a hunch
One Stanza not a bunch
The Nutcracker Ballerina
Italian Archetypal Piza
Celestial Poems
Mystical poetically
loved
Hierarchy of her
poem potent
well-fit glove
Such words to build
Strength with
dignity such a rarity
Her patience deep set
With such potency
The Republicans or
Democrats
Higher than the Penthouse
or wearing ballet flats
Poems need to be heard
Robin-joy to the world
Double breasted
he's suited
Please no copycats
Poems cheek to cheek
The dancer true
romancer every
poem week
Fred Astaire
Madame and
Monseir fresh
baguette
Poem goes deeper
then the crust of bread
Don't underestimate
the difference
How words can
make lives change
The world so
Parametric
We are all
Programmatic
Poems and loves platonic
Shakespearian force
With style and
gravity
Meet her sexuality
Make the transition
The sonnet sailing
Fourteen lines
Let's not get greedy
((With All Assumptions))
Not to be disturbed
please no interruptions
Poems are our lives
You wear the crown
Leave them
unwanted ones
for the class clown
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
Slipping and crawling,
Tears dripping and falling,
I'm bawling,
Calling!
There's no real answer,
My life just a cancer,
Backstabbing romancer,
A psychedelic enhancer!
Nothing what it seems,
Walking on these high beams,
I smile with silent screams!
Nobody knows my troubles,
They bubble,
double on the double,
Un-seen behind explosive clouds and rubble!
This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!
All alone,
Fighting on my own,
My pain never shown,
Seeds of shame are sown...
My ***** little secrets,
And I have to keep it!
Forever reap it!
Not letting them know the real story,
Letting them always ignore me,
And spew their hate before me...
This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!
Day by day,
I'[m falling away,
Pretending I'm okay,
But seeking death when I pray!
If they stood in my shoes for one second,
They'd plee for the Angel Of Death to be beckoned.
My world is more than drama,
Goes beyond a feeling of trauma,
Can't be touched by the dali lama!
That's why I'll remain distant i the sirens,
Silent in the chatter and the silence,
Say nothing thru all the death and the violence...
Take all the abuse from all the tyrants!
Everyday I get older,
I'll just carry this world on my shoulders,
No matter how big the boulders,
I'll carry on this quiet lonely soildier!
This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Oh, Necromancer
Ill bore you to sleep
Jus' to hear you weep in your dreams
I guess I have nothing much to say
Jus' call me after I leave
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
She glides across the ice
Circling sparkles
Skates shush across the floor
Shimmering spray
Lights that play
Lithe dancer aloft she spins and soars
Gentle hips swing in the crystalline breeze
Pirohuettes descend
Tattooing lines
Etching ice pristine
Canvas clean
Sacred movement
Soul designs
This life is a fragile dancer
Clad in fluttering sunset hue
The rushing blood of a sweet romancer
A flood of colors in twilight blue
2006 TL Boehm
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
Let I lie with my hopes duly.
Rested in an assurance that I will be found by an ally of fondness.
Pondering to a multitude of angles.
Stranded in just a brink of a nightmare.
May I awaken from this perpetual slumber.
Covet a warm heart of studious and charm before me in attraction.
Lest there be another death to the fall of this curse.
Cursed in miserable repetition, a pattern of repulsions and rejections.
A bane to my heart, parching its ever-yearning desire.
Neverending torture binding my soul in solitude.
Does there remain a path free of this maze?
Won't there be a light to lead the way to freedom?
No one could settle in a course without expiration leading bitter.
A youthful vessel grounded in the rootless sea of brought by time.
Flowing it may be, may it lead my wavering hope into a full victory.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC