Poems About: ROMANTIC
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Sunset is the time...
when the sun sinks in the sea
sunset is the time
when the moon is about to appear read more »Riya Gangwar
The romantic as a poet means colourful,
Dreamy, gay and fanciful
Taking flights into and revelling in. read more »Bijay Kant Dubey
315.The Pleasuring Pain of Romance
There is none more courageous than the boy or man alike, who seeks only a life, weighted by truth and romance with the wandering goddess of his dreams.
He is a suffering victim of her radiance; a slave to love bound, bare in chains of lust, incarcerated within a cell of burning passion. read more »Chris Sokoloff
O Moon, the Queen of Night!
Why do you awake the whole night?
Do you love somebody special,
Like a high born romantic girl read more »Dipankar Sadhukhan
317.My Romantic Poet
Oh, my romantic poet, my precious pearl!
Your Romanticism brings the Universe
symphony to me,
Dancing Love from one pole to the other, read more »Haminia Haar
318.The Poet In Me Is Dying
Being watched, being caged, the poet in me is dying
Not like a corpse, he needs romantic sentimental feeling to thrive for writes
A lifetime relation as Gibran's he might not want,
Sufficiently enough just somewhere between Gibran and a monk read more »Don Nguyen
This life you have was granted,
And to live upon this planet...
Without conflict or a panic to be done.
But... read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
320.Love in A Romantic Place
My heart is where I wanted to go
I was up but now feel low
This feeling I have will not last long
As long as I don't ever hear that song read more »Michael Crawford
Where does evil come from?
always from man read more »Czeslaw Milosz
322.I want you to be mine......
When the sun shines in my life
then I want you to be my light
When the moon bring romantic nights
then I want you to be my Juliet read more »Ravi Sathasivam
Why don’t we meet up in Paris?
Rekindle romance once again,
Let’s stand side by side,
In the moonlight, read more »Linda Harnett
SHAKESPEAREAN fish swam the sea, far away from land;
Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand;
What are all those fish that lie gasping on the strand? read more »William Butler Yeats