Newest Romance Poems (1,693)

In the still of midnight,
She gets to her knees and starts to pray
To ask the Lord please.....
To send a man, who'd be a father and husband
Loving, patient and true,
A teacher... of how to build and fly a kite
Who'd help a little girl ride
her bike.....
A lover who'd hold her tender.....
Now and forever
A friend to whom all secrets she'd tell.....
Who'd rub her back
When she didn't feel well.....
Hold his hand, take walks in the park
To pass him tools,
And be there even when things got dark
In thick and thin, stay by his side
Lord...... she prayed,
I want to be some good man's
Bride.

Your smile is the light that brightens up the darkness in the night, your the stars and the half moon, the stars are the twinkle in your eyes and the half moon is the smile on your face.

Honestly...
go f-- yourself...after
Joe

An empty glass and a thousand little lies,
time stands still, we go past her.
We breathe, but not in deep breaths,
on our lips just a silent scream.

A cold wind and dying dragonflies,
the frost, he collects all the flowers.
The spring wanted to join us,
but we invited him out, the winter one.

One last kiss and a thousand little lies,
time stands still, we go past her.
A beautiful day can wear, or deceive,
but only a loving heart beats for two

I'm nobody ! Who are you ?
Are you nobody , too ?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell !
They'd banish us , you know.


How dreary to be somebody !
How public , like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog !




croak-croak ; )

Of all the thoughts there may be,
The fairest far, is of coloured thee,
That paint the hours of fitful slumber,
To quell the heart's pulsating thunder,
That echo chaos through dark night,
But thoughts of thee, sweet dreams invite,
Soft as, candle lights low lit tapers,
Pure as vellums uninked papers,
Sweet moments devoid of pain,
When ensconced in aching arms again,
Sweet re-occurring endless dreams,
As an artist paints with coloured extremes,
Each air of breathing bliss,
Each sigh a whispered kiss,
That no tyrant may eclipse,
The issued voice from softest lips,
Is music that to dull silence bring,
As the nightingale is to Spring,
Fills my ears with fragrant scent,
That to spicy East perfumes lent,
Retrace the hours of potency,
Thy absence, as an untamed gale,
Such this living void, a mournful tale,
When emptiness pains me so,
Dreams the food of all my woe,
A darkened world without light,
And eyes deprived of vision's sight,
As if Winter's frost has fast begun,
To slay Summer's joyous sun,
Love's voice is but ever near,
Whose softer sounds I constant hear,
I need not far traversing sail,
To hear my own sweet nightingale.

My life is a poem without an ending, but it will end in perfection with you by my side....

Maybe sometimes I'm just too blind
to see the real things in life

Maybe I'm too deep in my sump
the surrounds of fear and panic me

Maybe I was on my search for
True Happiness

just so ... away from happiness
Maybe I have misjudged my strength wrong

and I am just so broken ...
Maybe you did not hear my cries

because I cried deep deep in my soul
Perhaps had yesterday today and tomorrow pass

order to experience the day after tomorrow newly
Maybe the island is with your love

You give me the
the last thing I want to experience

If I am blind
my heart will still see.
all I need now
A new start

If I am deaf
my heart still will hear,
what I need to know
I hear it quite clear.

If for some reason
I have no thought
My heart always knows
what thou has wrought

If I cant feel
my heart it must stop
If it does stop
I will start it back up
If it does stop
I will start it back up

sweetheart would love
tucking you in
at night
as the curtains
begin falling
behind mirrors
sparkling smiles
happy love

magically last thoughts
enchanting bluebells ringing
silently carried chimes
softly whispering
a gentle warm
golden breeze
silently dreaming
in space

entering at
the pleasure
in her majesties request
a beautiful
ocean jewel shines
last magic memory
enchanting queen
spells cast
embracing destiny
holds sweetly

pulling us together
touching sleeping
with amazing beauty
most pleasurable
of all dreams