I believe that when you're in love you have to pour your heart and soul out to your partner... or why bother? So in that sense I'm an incurable romantic when it comes to men.
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Unromantic Me
Someone said to me
that their partner wasn’t romantic.
Unfortunately, a lot of men are like that.
It doesn’t mean they don’t love
their partners, quite the contrary,
they love them the best way they can.
However, woman sees romance
quite differently from men.
To me a kiss and cuddle that is romantic,
but a women on the other hand
say receiving candy and flowers is romantic too.
However, ladies look beyond the frilly wrapping paper there.
Just find a man with a good heart
and who will always be true.
He may not be romantic
but at least you know he loves only you.
28 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Romantic is the incurable dreamer, and who could judge him? The country in which he lives is the dream: all his sins are the ideals of an innocent love, where poetry becomes a work of art, born from the heart of the stellar temples.
aphorism by Camelia Oprița from The enigmas of the soul (2018), translated by Camelia Opriţa
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A Dream Of Romantic Love!
Romantic love inspires potential interest to live in the world;
Enjoyment of love churns out joy and pleasure in long life
And the dream of romantic love never ceases desire to demise
Despite the burden to work hard to stabilise life in the world!
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything -
Sense of taste, sight, smell, hearing and touch common for all!
Nothing is known happening around except the object of love
And even day and night are forgotten during such pursuits deep!
All seem surmountable as in the adventures of Don Quixote;
What a dream world of romantic love romance immerses in!
Summer or Winter, or Autumn or Spring everything is one
To the eyes, mind and spirit when the heart is full of love ever!
A dream of romantic love makes everything easy as in paradise
Or in heaven where only enjoyment of variety is thought forever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Wife is driven to wall.[India]
A woman as a wife is pathetic.
She starts her career as a sleeping partner,
Then as a yielding partner, a competing partner,
A demanding partner and a losing partner.
No time was she a choosing partner.
She winds up as a deceived partner
And a sexually deceased partner.
In days to some, she will turn
to decry wifehood and defy manhood.
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The romantic is an incurable dreamer; the country in which he lives is the dream. All the sins he commits are the ideals of an innocent love and yet he does not give up dreaming.
aphorism by Camelia Oprița (November 2007), translated by Camelia Oprița
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Restless Heart
Restless Heart.
Moonless night is peace
Full moon and my poor heart aches
For the impossible
Let it be said with swiftness
I’m incurable romantic
When the moon hides
Behind clouds of indifference
Her absence hurts
But I will deny utterly
That I care about romance.
What I hate to see
Is an anemic moon at noon
Tells me off failures
I should have said I love you
But in a bar a girl smiled.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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A Romantic Life Adventure!
Sentimental, emotional, great characters love romantic life;
Passionate, engaged and attached they like to live long life;
Fun, entertainment and amusements they have in romance;
Romantic love life these human beings live true to heart ever!
Longing for love they do all to get the hand of sweet heart;
Love, marriages and divorces and love again they try ever!
For the satisfaction of the self they do romance forever here
And live alone ever in life longing for love till the end comes.
Romantic fellows lament about the friends and loves lost in life;
Beginning, middle and end the means followed never the same
Because adventure is the spice and taste of romantic life here;
Many yet live romantic life because the pleasure is exotic ever!
A romantic life is the dream of many a guy and girl since long
Though success is rare failures they are ready to face and die!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A Romantic Life Adventure!
Sentimental, emotional, great characters love romantic life;
Passionate, engaged and attached they like to live long life;
Fun, entertainment and amusements they have in romance;
Romantic love life these human beings live true to heart ever!
Longing for love they do all to get the hand of sweet heart;
Love, marriages and divorces and love again they try ever!
For the satisfaction of the self they do romance forever here
And live alone ever in life longing for love till the end comes.
Romantic fellows lament about the friends and loves lost in life;
Beginning, middle and end the means followed never the same
Because adventure is the spice and taste of romantic life here;
Many yet live romantic life because the pleasure is exotic ever!
A romantic life is the dream of many a guy and girl since long
Though success is rare failures they are ready to face and die!
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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a memory of 1980,14th day of February
14th, February,1980
at the university
chemistry laboratory
the last experiment
of the year
loveless and too
careless
she sent a rose
i did not bother
she called on the phone
i was not there
she was loveless
in an island
i was too busy
in my thesis for my last year
i sent her the card
without telling her that it's goodbye
her friends had to leave her
each had the love partner on that day
i was alone in the lab
without any love
too many sacrifices
not worth remembering
a heart broken
beyond repair
a soul wandering
still lost with the black raven
too many years of pain
nothing really gained
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Without
Without the body
the Soul has no veins
to pour its blood through.
Without the lungs
the spirit would
wander aimlessly.
Without the Ego
I-Am
would have no
partner.
poem by Jay Reynolds
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Soul Partner
Where are you my soul partner?
I've never heard from you for some time now,
And i still remember the last time our naked bodies met.
It is all about your muse and my name,
it is all about your love and my care,
And to work on the vineyards and the fields of love!
But the shackles will be rembered always.
At last, you are only eight day old away;
And of your love between the two walls!
With the fallen grapes being kept aside for you.
You are my world and my words of peace,
Oh my soul partner, where are you? ! !
For i am now sitting here on a horse without a name,
Waiting till the day that we will meet again;
Because you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love
We say
Love is
Beyond the
Body…
It is all very
Metaphysical
Spiritual…
Psychologic al
Philosophical.
Love is beyond
The physical…
So as long as
You dream,
Fantasise,
Eulogise…
Other men
And women,
It's ok with
Your partner
Who doesn't
Mind you
Watching
Pornography
And ogling at
Naked women.
But the moment
You share your
Body with some
Other, you are
Accused of
Infidelity…
Love flows
Out of the window.
Why so?
Wasn't love
Meant to be
Beyond the body,
And not merely
Possessing
Physically…
So why is
Love tolerant
Of all forbidden
Dreams, when
You are not
Faithful to your
Partner in your
Mind, heart and
Soul - and yet
Your partner
Sees it ok to
Accept you.
But that body
Of yours
Makes barriers
In a jiffy and
You end up
Facing his
Wrath.
Love
Turns to
Hurt and hatred
Just because you
Gave away,
Yourself -
Physically...
So, is love all
Glib-talk?
Or does it really
Go beyond the
Confines of
Our possessiveness
Of the body…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Know For Me There's No Benefit
Why did you abandon my love,
And then announce it missing?
Then you called all your friends to tell them,
Not even a glance from me you are getting.
Why do you pretend and lie to your friends.
Why don't you tell them you're the reason we ended.
I know deep inside you have a love for me.
And I know you wish to control what can't be.
You wish to have it your way and that's it.
And I will not take anybody's,
'S' with an 'H' and a 'T'...not me!
Nor to moods or attitudes,
From another will I commit.
Not if I know there's no benefit.
I know deep inside you feel something there,
For me...
To be revealed,
For YOU to see.
Why did you abandon my love,
And then announce it missing?
You wish to have it your way and that's it.
And I will not take anybody's,
'S' with an 'H' and a 'T'...not me!
I'm not into that kind of play.
Not if I know there's no benefit.
Or a connection to my feelings meant.
Why should I bother,
When there is no love in it for me meant.
Why should I bother?
Why should I bother,
And I know for me there's no benefit.
Why should I bother?
Why should I bother,
When there is no love in it for me meant.
Why should I bother?
Why should I bother,
And I know for me there's no benefit.
Why should I bother?
Why should I bother,
When there is no love in it for me meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I romantic or am I not?
Everytime I was pretending
That I was not at all romantic
And I used to act in this way,
When he was near to my heart
What persuaded me to think this way?
Was I bound by an unknown fear?
Was I unaware of his presence?
But he wanted to open the door,
Of my ever doubtful and stressed heart.
I remember him all through my day, Eventhough he is far away from me
For he is ever such a good man to me
Now I know him well and his life
But my mind is cheating me e'erytime
And I can't sleep in my nights
Without remebering his face
Am I in love with him?
Or am I still pretending
That am not at all romantic......
But a question that always
I asking to my sad heart,
Am I romantic or am I not?
There are no incurable diseases but only incurable people.
Next Instalment PLEASE 5.9.2009
There are three kinds of love:
1 Ideal, ROMANTIC love ‘pure and chaste from afar’
the unreachable star; 2 RATIONAL love, sacrifice for
common-sense relationships, and 3 SPIRITUAL
love for all of life as sacred
ROMANTIC love - unattainable; a guiding lodestar, a
Quixotic ideal I won’t let go, my favourite authors
have my undying devotion, they keep the flame
of beauty and dreams alive
Many Romantic love poems are selfish and narcissistic
with emotions effervescent, only a special few
delineate soul-mates’ eternal love,
I adore these, but it is
RATIONAL, common-sense love which makes the
world go round – sharing religion, world-view and
ethical conviction; sacrificing self to group,
for our kids whom we love to bits
Boring compared to the fire and delight of romance;
and the unconditional SPIRITUAL love of esoteric
texts is out of reach; - we might combine some
romance with rational love
Though experience shows life does not allow romance
for long, forcing a choice between short-lived affairs
and long-term, boring relationships;
alternatives so unsatisfactory - thus
Love poetry is a secret activity, requiring one reply
only, Thank you, next instalment please - to all
authors who delight me - ‘THANK YOU, next
instalment please - PLEASE.’
9 May 2009
poem by Margaret Alice
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Im Only Happy When It Rains
Im only happy when it rains
Im only happy when its complicated
And though I know you cant appreciate it
Im only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
And why it feels so good to feel so sad
Im only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
Im only happy when it rains
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didnt accidentally tell you that
Im only happy when it rains
Youll get the message by the time Im through
When I complain about me and you
Im only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down
You can keep me company
As long as you dont care
Im only happy when it rains
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
Im riding high upon a deep depression
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me ...
song performed by by Garbage
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a dialogue with Life
Life you are too precious to be wasted by me.
I am sorry.
I have not lived up to the promises of your partner: Time
My body is weakened by your enemies: Disease,
And abuse.
My soul is silent, like a stranger to this Place
This Heart and Mind
There is this Inability to cope up with responsibilities.
I am sorry.
Life I made you miserable.
I paired you with Regret
I am making you meet too early
Your wisdom: Death.
I am sorry. Morbid, brother of Death
A friend of Mind, An acquaintance of the Heart.
I am seeking his Caution.
Life is not giving the bother.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Do I Love You My Beloved
How do I love you my beloved
Since the day My eyes met with your's
They never stopped watching your roads
How do I love you if you ever knew!
How do I love your pure sense, .
The touch of your hand how a beautiful sense..
Your voice my sweetness full of care
While you talk my soul arise to air
The thougts of wise man and attic
I love all those and byond
I love you with eternal love
That will never die
Till the heart gets apart the body
Promise that you'll stay the only soul in the body
But stay there till the soul leaves the world
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Heart day
it's a heart day!
a valentines day,
for those in love...
A celebration of the heart
together as one
in this romantic event
but why, im not part of it
celebrating this moment alone
in a dull open ground
sitting in a bench,
no one beside me
in a dark cold evening
looking in the sky,
wishing on the star
to have love, love, love
as i passed by,
in ever corner
all i've seen - a couple
dating,
holding hands,
deeply in love
i could sense,
the moment there in
happily they've been
while i'm here, alone
waiting for someone
to fill in...
poem by Cris Sison
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