Last Commented Romance Poems (1,693)

Sharp dresser, slick talker;
Looking like a ‘girls-dem-suga’.
Fool me with your sexy ways,
Spin me til I’m in a daze.

Take my money, spend your own.
Make me hunger, make me moan.
Use your charms to murder me;
Fool me with dishonesty.

Have no mercy, feel no way.
Send me home at the break of day.
Chase me, but know that I’ll be back.
Fool me, because I wisdom lack.

Betwixt and between,
The future – unseen –
I dare not believe it could be.
Should I go, should I stay?
Not sure what to say.
He doesn’t know aught about me.

I do, and I don’t,
I will, but I won’t.
What shall become of me then?
There’s no use denying;
I’d only be lying
If I said I was ready again.

I‘m good on my own.
But to not be alone
Would be my ideal remedy.
A friend who’s just right
Would be a delight.
But my wavering mind foils me.

You made me believe again
and not in second chances
but hope in its truest form
that destiny romances

and there is just a way
red ribbons burning down
left upon your walls
lonely on your crown

that you could once release
never show the world to me
but just a tiny piece
of all you seem to be

you are something sacred
you are more than words
the missing incantation
bloodletting from your swords

I remember another time
in another far off place
we met like this on a road once
but you didnt know my face

you said hello traveler
would you like to stop a while?
hear a tale of a weary wander
whos walked too many miles

and you sang and I listened
and I swear i heard it true
it was not just another melody
but truly a piece of you

and you laid it in the air
and it gently drifted down
into the fires crackling light
then landed on the ground

it sprouted up and bloomed
upon my very grave
been going on eternities
the one i can not save
a moment that escapes me
i knew it by its scent
it calls to me for release
and i think its heaven sent

it seems to sell no sense now
but blink and try i might
to close my eyes and dream
within this fallow night

there came another whisper
of a song i heard before
a thousand years this lonely road
weve walked it all before

but still we keep on meeting
and still we act surprised
like nothing more than children
along for a quiet ride

but it was anything but
because the song it carried through
it told me of the growing
and it told me of the yew

and there was a light in the middle
and a place i could not name
burning yearning capturing
something akin to flame

upon your shoulders
down the small of your back
id like to finish the story
but i think im losing track

but someday it will come to me
and i sware ill write it down
right this wrong and walk on through
not just another town

waiting on the outskirts
to hear that song
just one more time
and find my way home

The tree it lives forever
within and around
it sheds its own light
upon the beacon drowned

I swore that i would find you
and now im glad to wait
all it costs is happen stance
and carrying the weight

Now the words are tired
the stories had its fill
its time to sleep and dream again
up upon that hill.

Where once two weary travelers
met in the midst of night
glowing gleaming blinding
but somehow it was right.

The shape of heart mishapen
and leaden lay the key
but all im asking is for stories
you to come and go with me

Free in your ways
and me in mine
take flight in the sky
and recognize the time

Bigger than all the stars in the sky
More than sand grains on the shore
The mystery has always been why
Love is always and forever more

Dreaming of a love this great
A love that is faithful, true and real
Not just pretend and harshly fake
But a real love that one can feel

A love that's felt in your heart
Not just physical games and fun
But a real love from the start
So that you know it’s the one

It spans all time as though standing still
Feelings never grow old and die
Real and forever it cannot be killed
It lives on forever and never says goodbye

Her hair was tied back as she jogged along
She looked at me as I drove away
Her blonde hair shinning in the sun I'm dreaming as I drive on
And it seems so right that a beautiful girl goes along with a beautiful day

A couple miles down the road my mirror looks so bare
But the memory is going to stay
And it seems so right
That a beautiful girl goes along with a beautiful day

Her eyes must have been blue
Cause the sky above is filled with that kind of love
How she could change the month of march to the month of may
Yes a beautiful girl goes along with a beautiful day

Paloma ending;
The curtain comes down
For the night.
Raven beginnig;

FOR HER HEART RACED AS RAGING RIVERS
AND ZEALOUS LOVE
THE DANCE OF ANCESTORS
WILD AND UNTAMED
WITH A FIRE LIT INSIDE, SHE TURNS
WITH A WANDERING SPIRIT
FULL OF SPRITE
INTO HER CAMP SHE DANCES
TINY FEET COVERED WITH GOLD
THAT JINGLE WITH EVERY MOVE
HER HEARTH IS WARM ALL AGLOW
LIGHT ILLUMINATES FROM HER BELOVED
AROUND SHE DANCES
HER SKIRT MAGICKAL SWAY
WITH A LAUGHTER OF SWEET MELODIES
HER HAIR BLACK AS A RAVEN
WILDLY FLOWING FROM THE SOFT BREEZE
EYES DEEP WITH MYSTERY
SKIN RAVISHED FROM THE SUN
AND SOUL BORN TO BE FREE
A SENSUOUS CREATURE TO BEHOLD
HER DELICATE HANDS PAINTED WITH HENNA
THAT TRAILS AS IVY
SENSUAL FULL LIPS AS IF PAINTED
AND A FACE OF EXOTIC BEAUTY
SHE PLAYS AMONG THE FAIRIES
AND KISSES THE SUN
FOR HER FORTUNE DOETH AWAIT
IN TOWNS UNKNOWN
FOR HER SECRETS ARE IN THE CARDS
AND PATRONS DO PAY
FOR THIS TINY DANCER
CAN SEE
TALES OF OLD
BUT IN THE BASK OF MOONLIGHT
HER BEAUTY UNFOLDS
ONLY CREATURES OF NIGHT
SEE A MAGICKAL SIGHT....

Sudden attraction
Mixed with a small amount of:
A slight twinge of guilt

What a woman wants,
Is what I can do,
A warrior with his sword,
Weary--- But can take on two,-
A magician and his wand,
Take her under his spell,
Bring her to Heaven,
Giving her Hell,---

The magic man,
That mastered his skills,---

What a woman needs,
I can bring,
Fancy cars, mansions,
A part of the elite,-
From a poor way of life,
To rose petals at your feet,
I may be your pauper,
I may be your king,---

The magic man,
That's mastered his skills,---

What a woman loves,
I can be,
A loner, a biker, ha, a rock star?,
Whatever she wishes to perceive,-
I could be a dream,
Coming true,
What she yearns for,
Girl, it's up to you!,---

I'm the magic man,
That has mastered his skills,---

Hugging!

I never hugged a rock!
I never hugged a Tree!

But Baby, When I hugged you!
What it did to me!

I think you felt it’s warmth!
That wonderful feeling that’s meant for two!

Especially given from me!
Hugging my special you!

The Romantic poet
JimEee

How can the thorns this vine sprouts lead to roses
When I search for the top a sea of disconnected poses
Flowers with no roots atop the prickly canopy
Where they lost me was in promised beauty
Though I climbed through ugliness to see them
My admiration unnoticed up in their summer breezes