"romantical" poems
To the warmth of life
And passing through with grace
Of a woman in hand under veil,
Lavished in her unconquered beauty,
Enamored with her saving grace
Amid the elation of first kiss,
Under the spell of first eternity.
And through the veils of silence
When the swarm of sounds of
Making love have devoured the hours
And he stares into fertile eyes,
The truth of his belief in them,
And the prelude to forever's nest,
The dove returns upon white unifications.
But soon the dove will deny the embrace,
And the cold lonesome dove
Will be forgotten in the skies blue,
The touch of ****** prowess ,
The soft moist of lips that convened
A destiny of adornment with kisses
So deep and meaningful that it vibrates
Through times like a phantom flame
From forever's fire,
The bitter flight of the dove with passion
To ravage her body,
Upon the return open does the veil.
Before passion abandons,
Let them return home to nest
The kisses from that eternal night,
That journey for the taste your
Of your sanguinary fruit
Provoking the eternal flight.
Before her lips close at the dove's
Return, lift the veil of forever
On the romantical threshold,
The death and purity,
The light and the venom,
What white veils may hide.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
I can fall in love with your words,
Without ever meeting the person behind them.
I could be infatuated by what you have to say,
Without ever hearing a moments speech from your lips,
Feel touched without the need for physical embrace,
Because every emotion shared is a kind of kiss.
It's certainly not romantical (although it offers no barriers to such),
No, this is something far more real,
Transcending the animal need for the flesh to intertwine,
So much more than the roundabout hellos and goodbyes,
Beating even the are you OKs and I feel that way toos.
It's the simple "I am here. This is me."
So glorious in its simplicity that it could break a heart,
Or mend it, depending on the reciever,
Although I suppose the point is there is no reciever,
Like the triumphant cry of the lone mountaineer,
Or the screams of a mother who's lost her child,
Only far more composed in their release.
I sometimes feel like I'm reading words not meant for my eyes,
(And, in a sense, I suppose they're not).
They are far more beautiful than words that need to be read,
These are words that were meant to be written.
I find myself hating humanity to its very core,
Although each individual has traits I love endearingly-
Every last one- (even ****** created works of beauty),
But you, who have encapsulated a piece of divinity,
Within such common things as words - I love you more.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
Morning, I have broke
With thorn covered glass
Her petals, they spoke
A romantical farce
Like kiss me I'm beautiful
In a sentence the first,
The second her petals
Hydrated my thirst
And pressure was made
I wrote down the results
When it should've been roses
We must both be adults
There's no time to be beautiful
No reasons we kissed
Once time was a picture
We drew on our wrist
A villain from our favourite film
We joked about his presence
Now he sits behind our back
Breathe deep and of the essence
With our veins on the wall
To keep them in order
To help us keep track
Of our son and our daughter
Who'll repeat our mistakes
Face down in the river
One day to emerge
With a smiling, spoiled liver
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
They grabbed their 3D glasses just to watch me beg hello poetry for more followers
They watched, but didn't see me with the glasses on.
You see, I wont be televised
That's why I write like I am about to commit suicide
to tell all that I tried my best
but if all my effort goes to waste!
I will forever stay alive just to write something Shakespeare forgot to write!!
Follow me
And I will not just let you see
But also make you use all your Senses
This is far from poetry
This is life hidden in some dark Mystery
before throwing it at your enemy Shake your Spear and follow me on a mystical, romantical, weird and dark phenomenon!
cause
You cant!!
I cant!!!
be the greatest without each other!
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
im ****** wine
your champagne
were both drunk
and not careful
what our bodys campaigning
but lust filled eyes
and ****** desires
is all we want
in this romantical attire
but im cheap wine
and your champange
and by the end of this
we'll part our seperate ways
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
you think
I have romantical heart
fragile soul
never see underneath
practical mind
heavy stone
again we're at the same spot
me unconditionally loving
you lusting for someone else
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
i don't know
if i am lonely
and
craving for
romantical love
or
if i am
just a hopeless
romantic
stuck in
her dreams
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC