Best Romantic Poems

Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless
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When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
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born from a spring
from mother earth's womb

an adventurous child hood and teen
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During the spring in my riverine country
Green is every big and small tree,
Soft is every blade of grasses on soil
Cute is every mole and hill;
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Coming out of home I see some land and much water all around
Full with wonderful animals, plants, myriad of natural objects
Some I can name and some I can't, some near and some are so far
Some open, some covered, some sweet again some are so bitter,
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To Frank O’Hara


Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
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Romantic rains falls
Sky leans on the earth to give
mouth watering kiss
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~ ENIGMATIC NAVEL ~
Ms. Nivedita.
UK.21.10.09.
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We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet
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When the morning star,
Sees first sun ray,
And disappears,
In grief and distress,
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I

The world is a vast market of trading love
though it is not a visible commodity at all
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On that dark night when I was not able to sleep
When I wanted to escape from this earth
to a different galaxy..  I flew high and landed in this galaxy of poetry
Where I am happy and more satisfied than ever before
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A proud, regal, majestic and elegant machine,
She's a magnificent sight, this metal powered dream
Pulsating over hundreds of miles of railway track,
Never once to be found, ever looking back,
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Now can you see the monument? It is of wood
built somewhat like a box. No. Built
like several boxes in descending sizes
one above the other.
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This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in bridal veil,
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They were 'Proctors' and 'Jackaroos' in those days.
Single wing aeroplanes,
two and four seaters,
either open engines, or open under your seat.
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Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets,
machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk
canvases, and he stops under the sky
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NOTHING so true as what you once let fall,
"Most Women have no Characters at all."
Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear,
And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair.
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It was a time when they were afraid of him.
My father, a bare man, a gypsy, a horse
with broken knees no one would shoot.
Then again, he was like the orange tree,
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"Oh, dear, with the just unfolded tender leaflets of Mango trees as his incisive arrows, and with shining strings of honeybees as his bowstring, the assailant named Vasanta came very nigh, to afflict the hearts of those that are fully engaged in affairs of lovemaking...

"Oh, dear, in Vasanta, Spring, trees are with flowers and waters are with lotuses, hence the breezes are agreeably fragrant with the fragrance of those flowers, thereby the eventides are comfortable and even the daytimes are pleasant with those fragrant breezes, thereby the women are with concupiscence, thus everything is highly pleasing...
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~ LINGERIE- IG* ~
Ms. NIVEDITA
UK
28.10.09.
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The love songs I used to sing for you
now just seem like shattered words,
the white doves that followed us along the beaches
now seem like ordinary birds,
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I would give up drinking
To be drunk with your perfume
On a summer night
With the sea breeze singing
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Love is not of minds alone;
Love is not of hearts that yearn;
Love is not of bodies entwined;
Love is more than the finest wine!
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Looked forward to the Saturday Night dance
We did, all dressed up to 'shine',
With winkle picker shoes, and layers of net
In our petticoats. We felt divine.
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Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane.
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Maybe a little romance is needed
Lightening our days in all this grey
To place a smile on our faces
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Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me
As I gaze upon the sea!
All the old romantic legends,
All my dreams, come back to me.
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''to run my fingers
along the contours
of your body just
to ignite the love....''MAN
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. When first, descending from the moorlands,
I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide
Along a bare and open valley,
The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide.
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I
MILES STANDISH

In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims
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Some of us believe
We would have conceived romantic
Love out of our own passions
With no precedents,
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Sang yodels a romantic bard
On his love’s round buttocks
Few years afterwards
Rued at those skin-sacks
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When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
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Heavy showers make land surface slippery,
Cautious walk with alertness and worry,
Sudden fall causes injury and makes you sorry,
While Children play in street and make it marry,
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I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
I breathe fire as hot as the sun.
When a knight comes to fight
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~ Memo To Missy ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
24 March 23,2012
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WHAT need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
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The childhood is
Early part of lives
From two to
Eighteen years old,
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Upon a fuzzy vista – vision blurred –
I tried to focus; nothing ever solid
Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked
An eye to try again. Through the mist
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Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen
Buildings, albeit rude, that have maintained
Proportions more harmonious, and approached
To closer fellowship with ideal grace.
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I sat down to write
a romantic poem
confessing I love you.
However, I guess I’m not
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.
It was three morning-crisp days ago
three mystic autumn days ago
three frost-bitten days ago
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~ MOSAIC LINGERIE ~
Ms. NIVEDITA
13.11.09
UK
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There is a twisting knife
In your disturbed unhappy mind,
Those who don’t understand you,
Tell you to pull it out,
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Daffodils, clear rills with musk-rose fills!
Tweet-tweet, It's a feast in eyes of the green universe;
With Her photographic smile, her youth blooms!
With genuine style, her bosom blossoms,
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When you smile with a cheerful face
Touching my soul staying far far away,
I dream of you with a delightful mind
And live for you every night and day.
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To Ianthe:

Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd;
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Every day I see the golden rays
titillating the partly open dreaming eyes.
The virgins open a little,
show a glimpse of their colors,
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Humble submission:

[Rabindranath Tagore (RNT) at old age wrote many romantic poems / songs on Ashrama Balika [hermitage girls] …here I’ve made a paradigm shift…
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A tale of two weddings
wonderfully writ,
weddings have so many
secret tales to tell,
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I.
Clear water; [stinging] like the salt of a child's tears,
the whiteness of women's bodies attacking the sun;
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A good book is like entering a garden,
A place of exotic flowers with romantic messages,
Where pretty butterfly like words flutter into memory,
Where majestic tree like demeanour glow into mind,
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Where are you?
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From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
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I
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
And proved it--'twas no matter what he sald:
They say his system 'tis in vain to batter,
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At this moment means a lot for me
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"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride...

"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers...
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While morning sunbeam
Evaporated my dreams
Journey through green
Tea gardens and serene scene
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I like to be dependent, and so for ever
with warmth and care of my mother
my father , to love, kiss and embrace
wear life happily in all their grace.
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A lone flower peaks
Out over the city
From a tenement roof.
She is speechless
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1 "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
2 It's with O'Leary in the grave."
3 Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn
4 A hue so radiantly brave?
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Sweet words are like little pearls,
Beautiful and illuminating,
When words are strung together
Like a pretty pearl necklace,
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She has attained the permanence
She dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning.
Untended stalks blow over her
Even and swift, like young men running.
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Believe it or not it's true.
Colour spectrum in motion witness.
The full Moon transformed into a verse-
'O HONEY, I LOVE ONLY YOU'
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They say
the first love is the most important.
That's very romantic
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There's not an echo round me,
But I am glad should learn,
How pure a fire has found me,
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Very sturdy rogues.
Several have exploited your worlds.
With no needs, and in no hurry
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It was a broad moon light robbery.
The theft was notified
and the bandit was identified.
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One day sure, we’ll meet
No matter, how afar you drift
Or to any distant continent you retreat
Such is my instinct
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Love was agape
And earth too began to shake
When they saw divine and his lover
in a secret soul's bower
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A rare vision!
A white horse
With a red rose;
Admirable and attractive,
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Thin-legged, thin-chested, slight unspeakably,
Neat-footed and weak-fingered: in his face -
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Twenty-eight shotgun pellets
crater my thighs, belly and groin.
I gently thumb each burnt bead,
fingering scabbed stubs with ointment.
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A rose for my heart to rise with wings
To the heavens deep, where pleasure rings

With bliss as clouds—high silver beings.
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I love my
craziness
I'm strong when
I'm alone
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For those who love to curl up
after a long day of work
in an overstuffed arm chair
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Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,
To mingle with his stars; and every muse,
Astonish'd into silence, shun the weight
Of honours due to his illustrious name?
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After my night job, I sat in class
and ate, every thirteen minutes,
an orange peanut—butter cracker.
Bright grease adorned my notes.
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There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five.
There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice
just won the National Book Award.
The name 'Ai' is pronounced 'I'
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O this political air so heavy with the bells
and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest
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Just like the haiku ‘ The cosmic union'
Where the sky bows down to kiss the earth,
Here is an adorable poet -
Dr. M. Asim Nehal
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COME, my beloved, hear from me
Tales of the woods or open sea.
Let our aspiring fancy rise
A wren's flight higher toward the skies;
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virginity is a treasure
shouldn`t be given away
to someone that his love
in your heart wont stay
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 3Oct2015
A magnificent 'gandharva' wedding
Planned in the night sky
Sun, and Moon in groom's attire,
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Poetry is a romantic maid
And I am her lover.
I arrange my thoughts in my head
In my own way to love her.
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A devil's tune
Unleash passion
Through the doors
Temptation flows
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This is a day of happiness, sweet peace,
And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd
In full assembly fair, once more we view,
And hail with voice expressive of the heart,
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When I am mood – frantic,
I just called up your smile-romantic!
Happiness filled my heart – melodramatic,
Harriet is my Juliet, I am her Romeo yet!
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I watched a movie of Suraiya when I was a child,
Suraiya was an Indian popular star,
She exposed her tunes like a guitar,
An appealing beauty making every one wild.
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And this reft house is that the which he built,
Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd,
Cautious in vain ! These rats that squeak so wild,
Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt.
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(dedicated to Mr. Ruerd Visser, apoet friend at poemhunter)

life shall be glad with surprises
wake up where the sun never sinks
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(dedicated to L'arc en ciel, a great rock band from Japan)

ashita e mirai e
hito kakera no ai wo
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Romantic nights of song and dance
Still live within my heart
And when I recall our ecstasy
Beautiful memories start.
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The bond is signed
A different coming
The air in changing
Rosy rosy in mind
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How shall I meet thee, Summer, wont to fill
My heart with gladness, when thy pleasant tide
First came, and on the Coomb's romantic side
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Knowing the little alien in my head was filled
with discontent went to French class prepared
full well with a treat for it, Offenbach played on
an earphone in only the left ear
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It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went,
For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent;
And you curse the trams and buses and the turmoil and the push,
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PART I

On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
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