Love Poems About Romantic or Romantic Love Poems
by Silent One |
Categories: desire, romance, romantic love,

To Touch the Untouched

She is soothing music, but an unwritten script. A silent movie, but visually, cinematic elegance. Infatuated lyrics thirst to compose onto tones of her curves. Her tongue is a sensual dance, a serenade of sensitive sensations. Her lips a path to pristine passion, her eyes a gateway to heaven. But she is grandeur of purity, a distinction of innocence. Fate must learn patience, in the pursuit of desire.
Simple Musing Silent One 8 March 2020

by John Gondolf |
Categories: longing, love, romantic,

Carpe Noctem

Up above the moon shines brightly;
starlight touches earth so lightly;
passions teasing impolitely.
Midnight whispers, “Carpe noctem.”

Blowing soft the summer breezes
through her hair as nighttime pleases,
and the moonlight softly teases.
Voices urging, “Carpe noctem.”

Standing close our bodies facing;
hand in hand our fingers lacing;
gentle touches, hearts are racing.
Longings begging, “Carpe noctem.”

Wonder where her thoughts are leading;
do my eyes reveal my pleading?
Will she, with her voice conceding,
whisper softly, “Carpe noctem?”


January 10, 2022
Carpe Noctem – Latin for “Seize the Night”

Poem of the Week - January 16, 2022

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: beauty, love, moon, night, romance, romantic love,

Allure Of The Moon - haiku

allure 
      
      of the moon pales -
               
luster lost 

            to the
     
                   c a n d l e l i g h t 
                             
          in your eyes


Susan Ashley
March 20, 2021


*not for a contest but inspired by the “Let’s Get Creative With Haiku” poetry contest sponsored by Constance La France. Thank you, Constance, for the wonderful inspiration.*




by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: longing, passion, romantic, senses, sensual, sexy, sweet love,

Sensual Silky Colors

I have loved and been loved -  I have shared ivory love bliss colors.

I have ridden sapphire airs of crimson ecstasy and touched silver stars.

I have felt gold, silky, lilac joy move and embrace my harlequin heart.

I have melted to tangerine delight caresses tingling my willing, fuchsia skin.

I have been lifted and turned and tossed  -  on sensual, erotic 
waves that travel bold - through and between me                                                                                 
                                                                                                


... CayCay Jennings
March 11, 2016


by Silent One |
Categories: love, romance,

Poetic Personification

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 symphonies. The idyllic radiance of her eyes became a timeless memory, the warmth of our first kiss an eternal celestial connection.
Silent One 21 June 2018 Example for seven lines of romantic heaven poetry contest

by John Hamilton |
Categories: desire, dream, imagery, longing, romantic,

Midnight Romance

Midnight Romance

Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable

Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning

Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire

My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips




October 18,2017








by SKAT A |
Categories: beauty, dream, muse, romantic, sea, together, vanity,

DRUNKEN MOON

~twice the beauty~


in the sea of love 
reflection of the night 
a wave moves


~SKAT~

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: romantic, sky,

Beneath October's Sky

flames of desire as I hold my love close. . . the sky has caught fire 8/24/2015 For Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no17' Poetry Contest

by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, desire, image, love, romantic,

Pleasures of Reading

It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her

by Mel Merrill |
Categories: love,

Dancing Once Again With Words

Dancing once again with words,
As the two of us, embrace--
Another verse, another rhyme
Of waterfalls, and lace.

Romantic words in meter,
Although where's the gentle kiss?
Where's the touch and feel of it,
The tenderness, I miss?

Need I craft another verse, or two,
Of moon and leafy wood?
Should one appear, and touch my heart,
Then possibly I could.

But what would be the good of it,
Shall my words a love renew?
Then a sonnet I would surely pen
With the imagery of you.

And who can say, though distantly,
Perhaps a spark could grow--
Then I would dance, and cheek-to-cheek...
And let my poems go.


by Silent One |
Categories: passion, romantic love, true love,

This is Love

Twilight's aurora seems so perfect. Lustrous shades of clementine, caressing vivid violet visions. Majestic moon enlightens, as shadows come to life. Flashes of light, pierce through a black blanket. Love wraps itself, scintillating soaring spirits to glide towards sphinxlike skies, searching for secret stars. Eyes glitter like sprinkles of stardust. Lips blend like silent ovetones, adrift in romantic musings. Hearts pacify in peaceful rhythms, each beat an endless reminder this is no mirage from a sweet reverie.
Simple Musing Silent One 5 May 2019

by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: introspection, joy, love, romantic,

I Got a Love


I got a love that's never gonna die
Your love has breathed new life into me,
has filled my heart that was once empty
I got a love that's alive and spry
A fragrant violet voice has revived the old bones,
turning back the clock is a good thing
Gave me a pep in my step, a soul zing
Your love rekindled the flame that was long gone

How could you know that you would affect me so,
make me to rise up from my slumbering deep
Go walking to the garden of orchid waking dreams
A shower of kindness make the seeds of your love grow,
blossoms of smiles move my undressed heart to weep
My love for you will never die, for it has been redeemed

by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beautiful, devotion, growth, love, romantic,

Call it love

The night it is barren
from inland to the sea
but I am the one who loves you
you are not alone.

Tonight the sky is empty
stars fall in the sea
I am the light to guide you
do not wish to be alone.

If the world becomes deserted
all eyes you see are sad
I will smile for you
you will never be alone.
 
Sleeping I dreamed you
awake I keep dreaming
I dream because you love me
and I am not alone.

It is sometimes madness
a longing absentee
call it love
and we are not alone...

by arthur vaso |
Categories: angel, art, beauty, death, depression, loneliness, romantic,

The Cemetery Was

The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead

The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now

The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead

The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams

The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary

The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too

Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only

That one day
Our daughter will become
You

by liam mcdaid |
Categories: love, moon, romance, romantic, sun,

warm solar love

a soul orbits 
looking into space
searching beyond
staring at 
an orange full
cold  moon
rising peacefully
into the sea of tranquility
floating air labored
softly gasping for breath
exploding stars
lights up
the sky

wrath of the sun's light
bombards this earth
explosive  fireworks 
pulsing inside  
emotions erupt
bursting solar colours
feelings flare beautifully
flashing the beginning 
of a strong orbiting cycle

magnetic crochet
strongly pulls
gently sewing together
embraces warm rays 
kisses sweetly
with her soft fingers
weaving love deeply
blissfully into 
one's heart



 










by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, creation, desire, devotion, love, romantic, soulmate,

Thy Silent Thoughts

Thy Silent Thoughts

So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day.
There is wonder in them, as the sun's first flash
Through tumult of ocean spray;
In them the shining calm of upland pools
Mirrors the glory round,
And their shadows are the shadows of sweet flowers
Upon the summer ground.
So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day;
More beauteous in their silence than the stars,
Than the silent stars, are they.

R. J. Lindley,
November 9th, 1973

by Winged Warrior |
Categories: longing, love, romantic,

'TRUST ME BABY THIS IS LOVE'

Breathe my love, for I breathe for you
Thru cyan skies and oceans bathing blue
Speak my love, for I lonely listen for you
Vivacious vivid voices of a sensuous spew

Dream my love, for I only dream of you
Lavish green meadows in the morning dew
Sing my love, for I symphonically sing for you
With Angelic ambiance within heavens view

Cry my love, for I calamitously cry for you
Lachrymal layers of our binding brew
Dance my love, so I may dance with you
In melodic moonlight that I may woo

Love, my love, so I may love with you
Through echoing eternity just the two.





June.23.2017
Trust Me Baby This Is Love - Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose 

by Silent One |
Categories: angst, love, solitude,

Solitude is my Silent Saviour

No one understands the reason for living, many prefer to receive without giving. In a world full of selfish behaviour, solitude has become my silent saviour. Instruments are repressed without musicians, as some kill the music before auditions. My harp cares not for words about tradition, ignores fake applause for romantic fiction. Love is a way of life, yet some bring it shame, mercy cannot sin, feelings are not a game. People point fingers to those without a name, what will they do when there's no one left to blame? I'm no Romeo, I need no Juliet, I've loved and lost, broken hearts I still regret.
Silent Sonnet Silent One 24 August 2019

by Lin Lane |
Categories: lost love,

On Restless Wings

I wrote verse on the wings of a lark
romantic phrases in perfect rhyme
but the lark flew away in the dark
I wrote no further for the longest time

A lone blue jay landed upon my lawn
I wrote sweet prose on his sapphire wings
He spent the night with me, but at dawn
the jay flew away and no longer sings

I answered the call of a beautiful raven
I wrote love sonnets on his ebony wings
He stayed for years in my safe haven
I was one of the raven's castoff things

I no longer trust those who take flight
I lost them all and my torn heart bled
On restless wings I'll never again write
of love that leaves me alone in my bed

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: nature, romantic love, spring,

April Romance

My heart returns to you like spring
Awakening with April rain
As pale petals tenderly cling
To promises of daylight's gain

I turn to you like seasons do
Dewy and fresh from winter's depth
Seeding our love in rainbow hues
Green life misting our mingled breath

Your eyes, once shy, now warmly bloom
Vast meadows of poppy sweet red
Our future in rosy perfume
Although nearly two decades wed

Once auburn, more silver does grow
Yet gleaming still in color's call
A blossom kept beneath the snow
You are my spring, summer and fall

4/02/22

Form L - Lay Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Romance
2nd Place

Poem of the Day
04/04/22



by Susan Ashley |
Categories: beautiful, emotions, heart, joy, passion, romantic love, sensual,

rapture - hiku

native drums beat in sync
        dreams dance round the fire --
my head on his chest


Susan Ashley 
November 21, 2021


~ Seventh Place ~
Premiere Contest: Hiku (Disciplined Brevity)
Sponsor: William Kekaula


howmanysyllables.com: 16;  6 - 5 - 5

(howmanysyllables.com/words/fire: 1 syllable)


by Quoth TheRaven |
Categories: allusion, journey, love, magic, romantic love, teacher,

Once is enough

Oh for pity's sake put some clothes on, 
the bracing air will steal your breath..
and I need you to stand and stay strong. 
   
Cold comfort thrills from your chill touch
help me recall why I adore you so...

A chin of the ages rests on my shoulder in sweet affection,
two arms encircle my world in every direction.

Redtail hawk riding a thermal looks down..
what caught its gaze I wonder..

Will the day lend a hand through a pestering cloud,
or roll its eyes in thunder? 

Such a fine firebrand you've stoked, 
as I shave my face and call your bluff.,
 
Wishing the once would last forever..
though once was more than enough.

by Aimee Meyn |
Categories: flying, love, romantic,

To Fall or Fly

The act of falling

Isn’t hard.

Anyone can do it:

step off an edge,

be pushed, or jump.

The key is to

find the one

tumbling through

space and time,

at the exact same

rate as you;

grab on tightly,

and in grounding,

each spread an arm

and fly.

by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories: love,

Sequence of Love

"Sequence of Love" Love possesses many faces occurring in romantic places culminated by embraces ... Love illuminates the soul intertwining halves to whole fulfilling a human, earthly role ... Love radiates rare quality increasing to a sweet degree of everlasting ecstasy ... Love invades enchantingly perhaps, appears repeatedly, but only once, comes sacredly ... eventually ...

by Jesse Zerlaut |
Categories: imagery, poetry, writing,

Courtship of Poetry

I wrestle with my words in aimlessness when I write.
Poetry is a relationship to me, it's a troubled courtship.
I can't come to reasonable reform in words on the spot..
but rather seek intimacy with my thoughts in attempt. 

The two of us, man and his romantic notions,
carelessly Laid into tousled affections on a page.
I love her, and the page, she spurns me willfully.
I love her, and grasp in hopelessness to understand her.

I give my undivided attention, my eyes wander her form.
I've sought shamelessly to appease her whispered desires.
But she is a selfish lover, asking for more than can be given.
She, the playful counterpart in a field of rationality, often eludes me.