Romantic Ode Poems

The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips)

Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes,
bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs.
—Thomas Moore

Roses propose to...

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I.

Eros walked slowly through the forestland,
   Near Mount Olympus, in the soft twilight.
By his side, he held his bow in his hand,
 ...

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Skin bright,eyes shine brighter than the noon's ray.
A smile that gladdens the heart of a weary stranger,
And causes...

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The hem of her skirt,
Billows,
With her fond sweetness,
As she upon her stilletos,
Balances,
Within,
A diamond stillness,

Her hem,
Sighs,
With a nostalgia,
Of romance,
In the undulant wind,

Waves of surreal petals,
As the...

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The whistler,
In the moonblossomed,
Evening,
Hums along,
Like a modest star,
His own company,
And melody,
With the golden leaves,
Bound to nothing,
But his own romance,

A drifter of drifters,
A gypsy of gypsies,
He...

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Lighthouse,
quaint and exotic,,
Upon a romantic shore,
Beacon of starry,
And wanderlust love,
Your radiance,
A surreal candle,
Through the dark,
And vibrant nights,
For lost drifters,
Dancing gypsys,
And dolphins sleek,
as our moon,
Your tiara...

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Gypsy skirt,
Upon her exotic hips,
That embraces,
Her painterly,
silhouette,
To carefreely flow,
In the winds of her salsa,
Beauty,,
And caress her rhythms,
From firm sunset gallops,
to sweet repose,

From what shore,
Did she...

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The writer in me says I must be,                 ...

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Pirates Remember

In the days of old, 
the ships were bold, 
and went anywhere they pleased. 
They were men, 
hard men, real men...
released from the burdens...

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My muse opens my eyes to starlight, when in darkness I would cower.  
          ...

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Heart and art are very closely aligned
My heartbeat accelerates when I view
The artist's canvas so carefully primed
Renaissance art drives emotions askew
Breathless admiration, Caravaggio 
Not one...

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I  cannot recall my very first place 
as a baby I did not know my home; 
a new baby's room dressed with pretty lace...

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It is a beautiful spring morning,                   ...

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In his
                       ...

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Sunlight paints your blush with ruby highlights,
inking you in stunning chromatic tints.
And happy thoughts glow within your aura,
sought out by both artists and troubadours.

With wafts...

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