Best Romanticism Poems

Under the Stars

Breathtaking
    poetic passions, 
         lavender skies
             in the gloaming.

The lure of lavender
     reflections,
   ...

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Soft autumn rain ...
cascading over brightly colored cherry blossoms,
releasing a sweet scent of aromatic aphrodisiac
A fragrance of springtime love blowing in the gentle autumn wind

Our two hearts made a vow that day
We promised to fall in love anew
each day all over again
Fall madly in love...

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O N L Y   E V E R    W I T H   Y O U

Only ever with you, I love to have and hold
into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold;
into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold;
only...

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I remember the day I became a poet.

In the magnificence of the submerging sun,
I glanced upon her admiring its majesty.
Amidst hues of clementine and lilac,
her image cast a shadow so serene.

My heart began to flutter like a butterfly,
floating towards her - 
finally free from the...

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POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern times. 

She’s a queen who sees her lover for himself only and does not abide in the narrow...

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Starlight

As sunset fades from pink to violet
And twilight skies show trees in silhouette
Our heaven's open vault of diamonds shine
In awestruck twinkling glimmers so divine.

Reflections from these stars upon the sea
Share a peaceful grace with humanity.
Moon with its companion Venus, not far
Displays bright light but neither...

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These trembling lips cannot bear to remain mute
when their quivering begins in my deepest root
Surf upon the wave's crest of a stimulating ride,
Enter my secluded orchard upon a flowing tide

Saunter into my arbor and taste my honeyed fruit
Allow each nibble to entice with unbridled pursuit
Warm...

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.           True love 

I love the way you make me love you
Love the way you step my heart on the ground.
When you walk into the room
I love the way you do not even look at...

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I want to place my final prayer
upon your plush velvet neck
murmuring my needs warmly
on that expressway where the crossroads of love and lust unite
focusing the steam of my soul there
confessing wholeheartedly
that my heart cannot move without you,
with my thick, steady hand rotating around your priceless...

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Honey vapour scents travelled among seduced tepid zephyrs.
This was not a dream for I was within the realms of reality,
as fate's footsteps led my heart back to forgotten pastures.
Her persona was poetic personification, yet I was lost for words,
so in simple silence, souls serenaded suppressed...

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Mandolin melodies harmonised horizons,
yet the only strings being strummed
were those of my heart.

In the midst of enchanting melodies,
where nothing else mattered, but her,
we wandered barefoot, hand in hand, 
as the tenderness of our steps decorated the sand.

In the simplicity of pure beauty, lost in a...

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When dawn's blush of light eclipses the moon
And afternoons find meadows sprinkled with dew
When I view willows smiling instead of weeping
And the keeping of promises is no longer a prize
When artist's eyes see only hues of sepia and gray
And the Milky Way abandons its billions...

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In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron

Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams,
As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance.
From this teeming earth...

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What manner of an angel be
my love, who standeth here?
Such beauty did I never see
in any Earthly year.
What mighty magic has she cast
to make me love her so,
that if I should for aeons last,
still with her I shall go?
What wonders lay beneath her breast
and weigh...

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I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn 
as dappled sunlight through my window shone 
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn 
a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones

What virile fantasy had I born while in flight 
for my hand to have created such...

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