"romeos" poems
Streets of the city has recently bathed, with a sudden hour
long mid-Summer's rain.
Romeo trudged down the empty street, towards his lonely
pad located on a terrace.
He had nothing to call his very own, excepting his dear old
Saxophone!
The crowd in the hotel applauded as he played, since he played
with empathy like every other day.
He had met his Juliet briefly once, those were the moments of
a happy trance!
The saxophone has countless musical notes embedded inside, -
For our Romeo to play them out night after night.
Yet so many Romeos like him shall slowly fade away;
And the saxophone shall play their dirge at the end of
the day!
-By Raj Nandy, New Delhi
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
When I lost my marbles,
My dad would always say:
"Don't worry, you'll find them
When you just stop searching."
And it sounded stupid,
But every time I stopped,
Yeah, I found my marbles.
I grew up; my dad died,
Seasons changed, so did I,
But the rule stayed as true.
One day, I'd given up
On that romantic stuff,
And,
Resigned to die alone,
I walked into a big
Ol' Shakespeare conference,
To watch Othello die.
Well there, they were taking
"Volunteers" for Juliet,
"Lucky men" Romeos,
And I was one of them.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice
he's over on 18hh street as usual
lookin' so hard
against the hood of his car
and puttin' out a cigarette in his hand
and for all the pachucos at the pumps
at romeros paint and body
they all seein' how far they can spit
well it was just another night
but how they're huddled in the brake lights
of a 58 belair
and listenin' to how romeo killed a sherrif his knife
and they all jump when they hear the sirens
but romeo just laughs
and says all the racket in the world
ain't never gonna save that coppers ***
he'll never see another summertime
for gunnin' down my brother
and leavin' him like a dog beneath a car without his knife
and romeo says hey man gimme a cigarette
and they all reach for their pack
and frankie lights it for him
and pats him on the back
and throws bottle at a milk truck
and as it breaks he grabs his nuts
and they all know they could be just like romeo
if they only had the guts
but romeo is bleeding
but nobody can tell
and he sings along with the radio with a bullet in his chest
and he combs back his fenders and they all agree its clear
that every thing is cool now that romeos here
but romeo is bleeding and he winces now and then
and he leans against the car doors
and feels the blood in his shoes
and someones crying in the phone booth at the 5 points by the store
romeo starts his engine and wipes the blood off the door
and he brodys through the signal
with the radio full blast
leavin' the boys there hikin' up there chinos
and they all try to stand like romeo
beneath the moon cut like a sickle
and they're talkin' now in spanish about there hero
but romeo is bleeding
as he gives the man his ticket
and he climbs to the balcony at the movies
and he'll die without a wimper
like every heros dream
just like an angel with a bullet
and cagney on the screen
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
I hate how they never warn little girls
to beware the pretty boys
with eyes like gleaming jewels.
The boys with soft smiles
and music in their laugh.
They never warn
of boys with pretty faces
and blackened hearts.
The boys that leave little girls
crying in the dark.
The ones with words like honey,
sickly sweet.
The princes with big money,
who we dream of sweeping us off our feet.
They never speak
of boys with danger in their eyes.
But beauty true blue.
Little girls are never told
of boys of silver and boys of gold.
The little kings,
with angel wings.
The little beast neither soft nor sweet.
The beauty bombshells,
the golden adonis’s.
They never speak of boys
who run like the winds
under their feet.
The boys who shine
like the stars in the sky.
The boys with the world in their grubby mitts.
The boys with lips like cotton candy,
and sins warm and rich.
The ones who have our
stomachs doing flips.
The ones who seem to have it all
shoulders back, standing tall.
They never caution of
little boys with clever minds
and nimble fingers.
Of boys with Shakespeare's sonnets in their hair
and love songs in their whispers.
But little girl,
I am telling you now.
Beware the pigtail pullers,
fear the little Romeos.
Heed the heartbreakers
Shun smooth talkers.
Little girl,
don’t give in.
Little girl,
fear their sins.
Little girl,
run away.
Little girl,
don’t stay to play.
Little girl,
don’t stop and stare.
Little girl,
don’t twirl your hair.
Little girl,
please, listen to me!
Little girl,
loath the charming pretty boys.
For they are like roses
and like roses
they have thorns.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
I won't be plucking off petals from my rose
like those lovesick Romeos and Juliets on park benches.
I don't need luck and petal symmetry to believe.
I won't litter the petals
like lipstick marks or blood stains on white sheets.
I won't be placing them in a vase half full,
that's temporary.
I have a better plan in mind,
a better way to immortalize
my rose. Deep within a gift,
pressed between pages
is a symbol of your love to me.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
You said you loved me
I said I loved you too
So that's it right?
End of story
they all lived happily ever after
except not really
the miles between us
care little for
teenagers who think they are in love
It has been jaded by too many
psuedo-Romeos and Juliets
Who get all caught up
in idealistic notions of love
but **** the road
we aren't like them
we are true
and we are strong
aren't we?
and I would bridge the gap
there's nothing keeping me here
except my signature
on the lease of my apartment
and of course
I love this city
and I think living in Harrisonburg
would only end up with my suicide
but some times I just think **** it
who's stopping you
even if everybody says it's a bad idea
isn't that what being young is all about?
making really dumb decisions?
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
I was the girl who doesn't exist in reality
He was the boy who is close to fantasy.
We are characters in a tragic love story;
Romeo was his first name
And Juliet was the girl who consumed me.
While Shakespeare's Juliet captured the heart of her Romeo,
My Romeo was stolen by somebody else.
We were living in two different worlds,
And the story of my life shows:
*"Not all Romeos and Juliets meet,
And I was that Juliet who never met her Romeo."*
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Wild ducks and grasses mingle so deeply this morn
I saw them beneath the blackish red sunny dawn
The sun rises behind the clouds, to cover it's face
And cry dip dip dip, now and then - this time anytime
Aroma has blown on the air, the message is floating
Everywhere: Night-birds --street-girls, drunk Romeos go back home
O old beggar mom, don't depart your dome and Starve today,
Let your breast-feeding baby quite in fasting by red eyes,
Pray rain, rain, rain, and raining today day and night
Drops on things anywhere, on wild geese, and on grass
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
Scribbles and wine glasses lessen the barrage
of acid mist plastered against our glass facade
Subway stops and molecules would tear soul in few
Ripped ******* and mimosas remind me forcibly of you
Stand 4 and sodium
the swinging of the pendulum
Wishes and ***** dishes
Lost in New York City
The romeos say I'm so pretty
all is a dishonor
as time travels us farther
**** sonnets.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
there's a game we all know
that has a Monopoly over us
that doesn't take a dice to throw
nor a score to plus
its the game of Hearts
sometimes complex like Draughts.
a game of straight flushing and great blushing
in spates of gushing or candid Candy crush Crushing
sometimes there's:
star crossed Starcraft lovers
two-per scenario Super Mario Brothers
and the game's
a Tetris tete a tete
a dual duel between two beating chests
each with a Chess set missing a King or Queen they've yet to get
Romeos and Juliets
though they've only just met
and other times;
we're just trying to Connect fo(u)r two seconds for once
in this scrabble scramble through life
Risking it all in the Trivial Pursuit
of trying to fit in the Sudoku
by following some pseudo social cues
of the games creator
that says we're failures
if we're not in 2player
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
She wore her red shoes to Romeos funeral
and misssed the stale smell of his cheap cologne
and that his lips had always tasted of whiskey
she picked up a card and some flowers and a strange ballon
for $29 and some spare change from the drug store
on Kentucky Ave. where someone had stolen
her favorite alligator purse
somewhere in the distance a train pulling box cars
whistled to the magpies with their wings spread up above
just hanging there like kites
and she wore a pretty blue gun strapped to her thigh
right over where he had left his teeth marks on the forth of July
the one he had given her on the Valentine's day
he had spent in jail for attempting to rob the jewelry store
for the necklace she had wanted for Christmas
the December before
the same Christmas all he could give her
was his favorite skull and crossbones ring
tied around the broken piano string
he had once tried to wear as a tie
they had meet the night he stole her record player
and she had happened to be on the wrong side of the road
as he made his way from the scene of the crime
completely unaware she would steal his heart
before he would see another sunrise
but that was all before he took a bullet to the chest
after avenging his brother that was left to die
without his knife
they had found his body in the theater
with his shoes full of blood and a smile on his face
and she knew as his body was lowered
into the cold cold ground her new favorite color was going
to be blue come next Valentine's day
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 11:29 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
One million and one tiny houses span this city
where one million unsatisfied lovers sleep.
Does Romeos childish grin see more
than these unlit brick roads reveal?
In darkness lovers die alone.
Oh Romeo,
what did you find in her eyes tonight?
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
I remember all the "chosen ones"
All the ones that caught my eyes
I recall all of the villains
And the classic "nice guys"
I remember all the Romeos
The seducers and wooers alike
I knew all the "we're just friends"
And "love you like a brother" types
I remember all the gentlemen
The ones who held the door
I'm branded by the cretins though
And made of me a *****
I remember so many of the talking boys
The ones who needed to vent
They'd knew I never slept at night
And converse until the blackness was spent
I remember all the heartbreakers
And those few that never left
The randoms that came sneaking in
The ones who thought they knew best
I remember the wishful thinking
And the craving to catch your eyes
I acknowledge the reluctance of letting you go
And at times I never tried
I remember the lessons
And I repeat the mistakes
There're so many fish in the sea
And I only have a lake
Please remember that I loved you
Or I did the best that I could do
And if there's a part of you remembers me
Just know my memory is perfect too
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
If your gilded hands touch another woman
Despite the cursed curves of the dark Romeos whom I devour
My disgrace will be blood and ribbon
Despite the sanctum I’ve discovered as a grave and guard tower
I suppose
While no one knows
All is mirth and jest
But you know
When the kingdom comes and goes
No ghosts remain at rest
**** sonnets.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
If the whole worlds a stage, shouldn't you have to pay to watch my show?
As the tempest whirls around us, don't we all wish for a prince to rock up and save us?
Or is Caliban searching and hoping we'll succumb
To the horrors that fall like stars.
In a midsummer nights dream, the boys are all beauties,
All blue eyes and magic and promise.
While he plays an *** is he mirroring us?
As we double, double, toil and trouble,
The fire burning and bubbling in the inferno we call a heart.
We call out in the dark for our Romeos
Wanting to leave our names behind us
So watch as I unfurl
Like a lily on a pond
Eight petals,
Eight walls,
My globe,
My stage.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Riddle me this my friend sweet
Look at my face, every day we meet
Thirteen the number You cant find
Who am I tell me do, what i have in mind
Riddle me this my friend sweet
I come with a friend to light the heat
Scratch my head I turn dark
Tell me now to earn your mark
Riddle me this my friend sweet
Waiting for you with a fleet
Bringing joy in the night
Try to count me you wont get it right
Riddle me this my friend sweet
Let us go for a walk in the street
Let me lift you to the sky high
Romeos in the street to give a sigh
The riddles over my friend sweet
Find the answer I give a treat
If you can do not run
Tell it to others and share the fun
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
...so he said
You are the jewel in the crown
Skin so smooth, almond like brown
Teeth white as the winter snow
To you my princess, I kneel to bow
...and she replied
If I am the jewel in the crown
I belong to a King not you clown
If my skin is smooth and brown
Why do you wag your tail around?
If my teeth is white like snow
So what! Why can't you understand my 'No'
Calling me a princess and bowing is fine
But if you try crossing your flirting line
My slap will turn your face red to shine!
Don't bother me, spoilt creatures,
Else you'll be counting your infinite stitches!
Move away, I am not here for roadside speeches
Else you'll be pushed in the ***** pool of leeches...BEHIND YOU!
©sim
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
Beer bellied Romeos stepping up to the ****** trough so their three inch piece of manhood can stand up , wives in line two picking up Xanax for the month to remove all memory of Studs ****** inclination ..Morbidly obese people jamming garbage into their buggies with a case of Diet Coke on top to avoid excess sugar ? Suits with their cell phones pressed against their ears , getting the Tuesday night grocery list sorted out , wishing they could be anywhere else but here ! Fifteen cash registers , three open , twenty people waiting their turn....A bank conveniently located here to get the cash , to buy the trash , that makes you ill , got to get " the pills " from the friendly pharmacist running the drug mill here in Grocery We Got it All Heaven for cattle , looking like their in line to be branded people like you and I , checking off a list , loading our metal wagons , in our own little world , bombarded by marketing ne'er do wells , stacking high dollar items where a child looks directly at them ! Every **** item in the store is apparently discounted ! Save ! Save ! Save is printed everywhere ! Nobody's being saved here for sure !..Later ..
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
we should have queried the lady moon
oh all our lives they end too soon
she’s seen the romeos and the juliets
is our love forever or are we done yet?
she’s like an ivory dragon in the sky
watching over us she will cry
she knows how this goes, the way the water flows
oh how i wish i could keep her company
sell your secrets and we’ll write you a symphony
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Romeos never come too late
to rescue your Juliets
Juliets don’t wait in vain.
Life is too precious.
Shell ✨🐚
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
Flowers, candies and things so dear,
Poems and paeans, you won’t even care to hear;
I used to yearn for you and sing you lullabies
But now dear fickle, I’m bidding you good bye;
Gone now, are the roses and chocolates
and then again, sweet nothings and moonlit dates
Forget about fairy tales and Cupid’s arrows
**** those subtle lies, stupid Romeos borrow
Another listless prose, as it may seem,
No flowery thoughts, nor sugar and cream;
Only stale and rancid caffeine boost,
One thing my dear, for all of these, all is still not lost.
No ifs and buts, and secrets left unspoken,
Only heartaches untended and promises broken.
Vague delusions of happy endings come to nothing;
One kiss good-bye isn’t even worth remembering.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
You're on many meeting sites.
Trying to find someone to give your heart too.
But with all the compettion sites.
Why be surprised to see someone's using you?
The schemes and the games of lines they uses upon you.
They saying them all repetiously to them too.
You look great.
You're the one I need.
You make my life totally complete.
You're what was missing in my life?
The con artist knows the ways to your heart.
All because you open it up for them to enter in.
Erroll Flynn or Valentino was considered romeos.
Same type of guys women chase and wants to know.
Then complains about when getting used.
We all are tools to a fool.
Used for all purposes when needed.
Life is for living and learning.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
It was a trick of the light
and a play on words
and the curtain call came late
and the actors forgot their throats
and the dancers could not find their feet
the mad men were taken by sanity
and the poets came down
with respectful writing jobs
and the stage was still a world
but the audience was bored
the earth was skipping
on a broken turntable
but the wax was lost
with the death of the bee
the milk of human kindness
oddly enough
didn’t taste as good
when not stolen from the cow
and I guess that should be expected
from a species that hoarded
the trademark of kindness
and then locked it behind bars
of fear and mistrust
don’t believe what you see
and don’t talk to people who are strange
and most importantly
just do as you are told
until you are dumb and deaf and old
a quite cog and silent spring
won’t wake the dead
keep all your dreaming monsters
inside your head
its all just for show
hush that little voice
and enjoy the ride
it’s a simple fact of life
why resist when we’re all
just going to die
actors in cages
pretending to live free
reciting our lines
there’s no place like home
if home is where the heart is
why does it sound like
our hearts are beating
from the palm of the devils hand
It was just a trick of words
as they played with our lives
and slit our throats
and bound our feet
dead marionettes strutting like Romeos
waiting to die by the suicide of our Juliets
romance is only beautiful
in the humor and satire of tragedy
its irony without iron
a bullet without a gun
a trick of the light
as we play with our words
and forget about love
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
Modern-day English
My promise to you is always to love,
I will endure quietly until the end.
You are like an elegant pure white dove,
I will be your lover and your best friend.
I will listen until tomorrows,
I will fight and I will always treasure.
You are as beautiful as a red rose,
It will be just me and you forever.
I will walk beside you hand in hand,
I will tend to you when you're in sorrow.
Cause you are my percussion to my band,
I’ll build you up from here until tomorrow.
I love your heart, your soul, and your singing,
Because you’re my favorite human being.
Shakespearean
My Promise to you is always to love,
I shall endure anything until the end.
you are like an elegant pure white dove,
I shall be thy lover and thy bestest friend.
I shall listen from here to the tomorrows,
I shall protect you and I shall cherish your treasure.
thou art as quite beautiful as a red rose,
It will be just me and thee forever.
I shall walk beside you hand in hand,
I shall tend to you even if you are in sorrow.
Cause you are my percussion to my band,
I’ll build you up from here until tomorrow.
I love thy heart, thy soul, and thy singing,
because you’re my own favorite human being
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC