#romancepoem

[babotu]

drunken touch

Why dear Edward do you gaze solemnly Your eyes peak darkness that darkens pleasure. Your hands stiff that Harlots cower in fear. Your heart so cold that it bleeds blue darkly. You seek contentment but captivated are you in the sweet sombre; quite voiceless. You seek comfort ; but you fiddle choiceless.  I recite how it is to be in love: Dear Camille, have you seen the way my heart beats The way it relates the rhythm of yours The way my forlorn soul yearns for a cure The way I seek to be in your arms, years The way my eyes are for you to be known. The way my hands want to caress your cheeks,  I wish to be with you and you and you and you till the end of time.

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[marrrowoflife]

Soulmate

The beauty of his being brings a warmth to my body that had been previously unknown in the state of my actuality - unknown before his splendour of affection pierced deep into the heart of mine. 

Anything, I would do for him. Anything he asked, I would do for him, to see that gorgeous princely smile spread like astonishing grace across the lips that kiss me like I’ve never been kissed before. Each kiss with him feels as if it were the first - a kaleidoscope of butterflies swarming in my chest as the sweetness of his touch finds its home in mine. 

The sentiment of love had been unfamiliar to me prior to his ingression into my life, any former sensation of attraction letting me down harshly before the word ‘love’ could ever find its way within my - until now - messy psyche. Happiness was never a pre-existing frame of mind when my love was not yet a part of my day-to-day living. 

I found myself falling swiftly smitten with him, I saw a charm in him that I had been searching for since I was just a little girl - a little girl infatuated with the ideology of love and adoration that I witnessed through the television screen. I wondered when I would find the love that I saw on the big screen, the love in the pouring rain, the love under the sunset. 

He found me. By chance he found me - and from that moment my heart yearned for him, and his for me. 

Home is when I feel his tender embrace around me, when his hand caresses my cheek with a touch as gentle as an angel’s, when my fingers brush ever so delicately through his soft-as-silk curls. Safeness is when I gaze into his eyes to find they had already been admiring me, when I reach for his hand and find he had already been reaching for mine, when he listens to me. He listens like no one else ever did, and he remembers little elements about me that may seem insignificant to anybody else - but to him, it’s yet another reason to fall in love with me. 

If he asked me to marry him tomorrow, I would say yes - because never in my life have I ever loved something as much as I love him. 

My forever, and my eternity. My heart belongs to you. 

- Olivia Russell 2023

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[asoulsconfessions]

I want to make love to you on every piece of carefully curated designer furniture With nuts and bolts, I want to make a love that lasts a lifetime, that we can leave behind In the stools of that dimly lit café bar where we first didn’t kiss but both really wanted to, so I just had to Bite my lips and you took another sip. I want to let you enter the utmost core of the rose hidden within me Of my…

[silvannasnow]

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[beepoop125]

Hello.

When I write about you, I get frustrated.

Because I never really know how to say things in a way that truly expresses how I feel.

I doesn’t feel correct when I type it out, so I take it back. Back space on my feelings. Cross them out. Erase them, even.

You will never see this and I’m glad.

Or you might, but you’ll never know it’s me. And I feel relieved.

Because I feel like an idiot every time, I write like this. In a way, I feel like an idiot for rejecting the feelings you expressed to me too.

So, I’ll remain anonymous. I’ll be hidden and not heard.

I’d love to tell you how I feel… if you weren’t with someone better than me.

I’d tell you I feel the same, if I didn’t know you deserve much better.

This isn’t a self-deprecation letter.

It’s a self-awareness that I can’t give you what you want.

And you, of all people, will know what that means.

Of course, you’ll never see this or know it’s me writing it.

So, I’ll keep it to myself. Like I’ve always done.

And like I will always do.

From you know who.

[jojomckim]

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[thatsallaboutit]

Cherish me less Cherish me more Sworn Beyond any diamond Found in the night sky Love is a conquest It keeps certain things open Distraught, loneliness It is just something hoped on

[bernadettescherries]

I sat in the corner because it reminded me of a romance poem.  Pathetically alone and dark in a special way.

bernadette b. 

[fairyk1d]

poems to the moon

you're sweet and soft as the moon you astound me i can feel your warmth and love as it surrounds me               many things, i say !                  many things are in store, many things -                      for the one that i adore.

[writingbyruth]

easy

was it easy for you?

it wasn’t easy for me,

was it as easy as 

marking my skin,

pulling off my jeans,

but i liked how it was easy,

it was in the best way,

i tell them it’s so easy

but i’m so careful with what i say,

at night you’re alive

and even then sometimes not,

you’re easy like morning condensation

and i’m easily forgot,

i hate the feeling that

it's not easy

because it makes me want to 

climb inside your brain,

i want to camp inside 

and start a fire 

so warm you’ll let me stay

[marrrowoflife]

your presence is mentally draining.

every moment i spend with you turns the twisted feeling in my throat and stomach all the more unbearable.

all the more torturous.

i truly do not know how much longer i can let myself suck up to your ways. i hate the way you make me feel.

this is not a love poem. i do not write about someone i have loved romantically. this is not a love poem.

this is a poem of realisation.

my realisation of your traits that make me want to tear my hair from my head and scream until my throat is raw and bleeding.

that would still feel better than the way i feel when i’m with you.

when icarus flew too high, when his ego grew too strong, the sun melted his wings, and it punished him.

i await the day when you discover that the life you have created for yourself will not always be as perfect as it seems now. why you, you have grown far too proud of it.

when the sun punishes you, i will not say ‘i told you so’. though i will not feel an ounce of empathy, for you have turned yourself into a beast that i can no longer feel any emotion rather than anger towards.

i long for the day you realise how disgustingly selfish you are. and i will not hold back in letting you know that you’re a horrible human being.

you are self absorbed.

you only care about yourself.

but the problem is; i cannot avoid you. everywhere i am, you are too. i feel trapped. mentally as well as physically. i cannot escape you, and it makes me sick.

and i do not know how long i can handle it anymore.

you selfish prick.

[soph-villa]

i miss you

.

My soul longs for yours. The longing for you threatens to drive me mad. The particles of your existence lingers on my fingertips. I can feel the memories wandering around me, looking for your eyes. The memory of your eyes keeps me sane. The recollection of your scent wants me to keep living. And the thought of feeling your arms holding me tight makes me feel okay. Just okay enough for now. There are moments where I stare at the places you sat but I can’t see you and my mind can’t make sense of it. The illusion of your company haunts me every second, and minute, and hour, and day, and ever-long month. How is time so insanely fast and painfully slow all at once. My world misses you. And you are my world.

[zanytyranttimemachine-blog]

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[straycatthepunk]

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