Romantic Poems | Examples of Romantic Poetry

I write of love, the kind that never dies That gleams with beauty in a lover's eyes I write of love, the kind that conquers death That while it lives, it perfumes every breath I write of love that grants its loved one peace That opens passion's gate in sweet release I write of love that changes not with time That makes...

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His head slumped low and he looked like a most unhappy man, said, “My peoples’ laws forbid it, both of us would be hanged.” She rolled her eyes and said, “I’ not talking laws of this earth, I know that your masters think me of very little worth. To all those outside of this keep, I’m just a hired...

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...With that he went to a small chest, retrieved a bound-up scroll, and her eyes went quite wide with shock when the thing was unrolled, ’twas her emancipation, and he’d signed it with his name, “It’s all that I can do,” he said, “To save you future pain. And you can take the children, I’ll make no move to...

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...A throat clear by the tall doorway, and she saw Geren there,” he said, “Lindone, that slave is mine, and I don’t like to share.” The warrior growled and said,“Your hall is cold of late.” Said Geren,“There’s brothels in town where men like you can stay.” The warrior snapped off a curse, and stormed from the kitchen, she thought Geren...

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...The days that followed left no doubt on her master’s feelings, the love he showed to both of them left her poor mind reeling, he barely left his daughter’s side, so besotted was he, this man who’d helped destroy her tribe, how could such a thing be? He even said, “You asked me one what is it you should...

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...She went with him and she had to, inside a knot of dread, distracted by all of the things that she feared lay ahead, disrobed with her mind in a haze, she would not meet his eyes, complied mechanically when he said, “Now, open your thighs.” Expected to feel his weight, and the fast beat of his heart, but Geren...

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...And come the day she had free reign, provided she not leave, no heavy tasks upon her, she had worked more while still free. She explored the whole of the keep, she ready his ancient books, went down to the kitchen and gossiped freely with the cooks. She recognized this wasn’t what she thought had been in store, and honestly,...

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...Then one looked at her sand said, “Let’s have us another ’bout.” But the man on her horse said, “No, I’m claiming that one now. In lieu of my share of the gold when all of them are sold, I’m keeping this one for myself.” His words struck hard and cold. None of the men would challenge him, at...

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She’d not heard the horses approach her village in the plains, had known nothing or war of death until their arrows rained, fiery streak against the night, set flame to thatch and straw, scrambling from her father’s hut, ed hell was all she saw. They came with lances, some with swords, some held back and shot bows, in seconds me...

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“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile we diminished her soul’s smile since our aura as she viewed scent of love did not exude” ... We spoke in semaphore of smirks, a dialect of sideways quirks— our mouths full of mirage...

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#hosh_kharamaima Have you seen my wife? I mean these floral petals, wrapped in her aura. Like sun-kissed morning breeze, Soothing ones mind, to it's gist. On my wrist, time flies like snow loosing its purity to African temperature. It's her I'm struggling to grasp, perfectly perfected in her imperfection. Voluptuously, sculptured check. Heaven must have exhausted its resource. Caramel, touched check. That no...

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While we were on Molly, he saw a white halo above my head, As the sun was shining through the window onto me on the bed, "You are an angel," is what he sentimentally said....

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The whirlpool stars of the Milky Way appeared when she was feeling grey. Mother-of-pearl constellations shimmered across her skin in the candlelight. Saturn’s red rings spiraled wildly at her climax— A solar flare unleashed in breathless surrender. Turquoise desire bled into solemn greys, And those greys married verdant dreams, swirling in slow motion. To gaze at her was to weightless drift...

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seraphs, in eager anticipation, collectively hold their breath for the m o m e n t of truth... shy young love, they root for at last, their virgin k i s s; a paroxysm of cheers...

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I just realized something, and it hit me really hard deep down into my core, that I will never experience certain things with you, and I don’t know why I couldn’t see this before I believe that I was reliving all of those beautiful memories that we once shared, and not thinking about things that I...

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