Romantic Romeo
Melancholy heart wavers
Like a sinking ship
From inward disappointment
Of life plans crumbling
On the unsavory streets
Of urban despair.
I dream of brushing
A beautiful woman’s hair
With the lavish possibilities
Of a millionaire,
But I daily catch curbside coins
Instead of the shimmering diamonds
I desire to place around her throat.
I’m never agitated for long,
Even though I have the empty stare
Of a preoccupied professor
At an archeological dig.
You would find me a sweet lover
In my little shack and poetry bed
Of hopeless resignation.
I know my insignificant place,
But I remain a romantic Romeo nonetheless.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Incessant Thoughts of Her
Midnight city in the snow,
I wander with the lonely
Who have no place to go.
I reminisce the avenues
And Christmas streets
Where love was shining
Like starlight or the woman’s eyes
That I followed through a dream.
Incessant thoughts of her
And the poetry of tenderness
Have marked me like a tattoo.
Romantic destiny has caught me
Like a snare,
The bracelet on her wrist
Is more than I can resist
When I know she will never wait for me
At the secret place of rendezvous.
I’m crying again
In the melancholy universe
With no more desperate desire
Than to touch her earrings
That she left behind
In the wineglass evening
Of a farewell dance.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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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
I imagine olives trees close to the rugged coast
Sitting on my deck drinking coffee, having a slice of toast
The sun would be warm and devoid of mist and rain
These places I see will remove the pain
News has come my trip can be delayed
My heart feels empty, as if there was a raid
I need to go to see this new place
When I go, I will wear a different face
We are resilient, time has shown
We each own our hearts, the good times and bad, we own
I know this little town near the sea awaits me
On the Mediterranean is where I need to be
She waits for me there, so young and beautiful for sure
I know our time together, so romantic, is my cure
Friends tells us this to be our place
To be happy and free, to get out of the dating race
Such a romantic place, old structures and vines filled with color
A place where you are an artist instead of a scholar
The old sea vessels docked and revealing the age
Free to be untied to sail free, not remain in a cage
I have to leave, I can't bear this place no more
My clothes are in a suitcase, not in a drawer
Her love will test me, more than ever, and forever
Our feelings are so strong, I know unable to sever
This is to those who find love in a romantic place
There is a woman there you may want to embrace
The two of you with a glass of wine at a scenic overlook
You will know you will not be a person in a phone book
poem by Michael Crawford
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Dark Poetic Mind
This poem bleeds dysfunctional desire,
Blood stains through the dirty streets
Mark the paths we trod,
Urban avenues of despair,
But I was still romantic for you,
Your thin unattractive body
And unwashed stringy blond hair,
Your ghost stare in the headlights’ glare,
Your wish to blend into streetlamps
Of non-existence,
Romantic for your perishing soul
Looking for a ride home from strangers
at 2: 00AM,
Something about drugs and tortured eyes
On a lost waif and her pointless life
Was registering as meaningful
In my dark poetic mind,
You offered me the best sex I could ever have,
But I thought, I better let it slide,
Just let you talk about it,
Not put those skinny bones to the test,
Not be one more creep killing a girl
And getting a disease.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Crumbling Paradise
Our paradise is a beautiful place in mind,
Exist only when we go there in spirit,
On a trip; in this realm of splendid sublime,
Only those so deep in love can get to it.
A precious place of graceful escapades,
Found in the wind that floats through the air,
Dare to be where our daily memory fades,
And fond embrace becomes the treasure.
We seek more from this impure life,
And would endure every pain and torment,
But fiery trials esteem the crumbling grief,
These are the broken promise presently sent.
Burning desire more consuming than fire,
Within me lift the flames to a new heaven,
Overwhelm to speak of any intruder,
Pushing me out and trying to break in.
We fall down but love made us get up again,
With broken dreams of crumbling paradise,
There is no tears heaven; sorrow or pain,
We make our dreams here living in disguise.
No sweet exhale can make this paradise crumble,
Only truth we share divides the beat in our heart,
To make us stop and stare and quietly stumble,
Until we find the truest path where eternity start.
poem by Gerry Legister
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I Can’t Expect the Return of Happiness
I want my heart to be ready for love
And not to catch me unawares
If she ever deems to visit me
In my lonely ship lost at sea.
So many hours alone writing poetry
Mesmerized by words and ideas
That no one will ever appreciate
Or even bother to hesitate
Upon my most fragile lines.
But I’m determined to live
Through the tears of my defeats
On these abandoned streets
Of important loves long deceased.
The days dwindle for romance
To place a flower in a woman’s hair
And to imbibe the sweetness of her fragrance
Like the bouquet of an ancient and precious wine.
The typewriter has been my piano
And my final song is about to fade
As I wander away into the mist
Of a haunted ghost parade.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I love my hair
I love my hair
I always toss it around in the air
As if without a care!
I love my hair
Once I caught the super hair bug
Caught it whilst I slept on an old rug
The super lice were playing scratch, scratch, and scratch
While my fingernails were playing catch, catch and catch
Finally my hair was shaven as there was no cure, no other drug
I wore my head on my shoulder for a while with a distasteful shrug
Hiding underneath a cap with obvious bald patches that seemed to match
I love my hair
Long, golden plaited and brown
Enough to move heads around in town
People just want to come near
And stare! Stare at me! Who is that alien from elsewhere?
My hair is beautifully plaited in strands
This kind of hair fashion is high in demand
So many different styles to experiment with and expand
Today a woman needs to look good, do you understand?
I talk to my hair with oils
I say today I need you to curl
And when I style you,
Stay in place, do not spoil!
I wash my hair twice a day
Maybe when I am old, it would go grey
But for now the beauty is here to stay
I hope so, I definitely pray!
Beware all, take care
I love my hair, I love my hair
Don’t touch! But you can stare
You can stare at how I wear
My beautiful hair!
Try and out-do me if you dare!
I love my hair
I like to show it off
Around me do not sneeze or cough
Or with you I can be horribly tough
Around me do not sneeze or cough
If you don’t want to know the meaning of rough
I mean it, this isn’t a bluff!
I love my hair!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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My Ancient Mountain
By lakes and sandy shores,
Tender gladness to look at thee;
Oh my ancient mountain of love,
Come back to me.
Of gentle breathings,
Like a stranger's face;
Far off is he who knows what comes after this hour.
Of love's desire and fear,
The bloom is vanished from my life;
But to the quiet moon,
I shall grieve down this blow.
In silent icicles,
Clothing the palpable like my youth;
Oh beloved woman of my heart,
Come and feel my soul.
Of the sole unquiet thing,
Of the mind's unstable acts,
Like a sinful and the most miserable man;
Let this sleep prolong my dreams.
Between the heat of the sun,
Between the tufts of snow,
Between now and my future toils,
Sweet to thee my dream woman;
Come and be with me.
For many a day in the wild despair,
This ship is sinking and i don't know why;
But now where we are, i cannot tell.
The swell is strong but, my faith will lead me on;
Like the stormy winds to blow my mind.
Through the deep of my love,
Like the battle and the breeze together;
Sweep through the deep at last,
Whose love?
Whose flag?
Whose ship?
Whose face?
From within and without to seach for you;
To muse up with my lover from above and below.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beautiful World
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Beautiful world
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Its a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say
Its a beautiful world
For you
Its a wonderful time to be here
Its nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair
Makes me want to say
Its a wonderful place
For you
Hey
Tell me what I say
Boy n girl with the new clothes on
You can shake it to me all night long
Hey hey
Its not for me
song performed by by Devo
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I Dream of a Place Beyond
I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the bounds of this crumbling world.
A place where the sound of laughter lightens up the day
And the sound of falling tears lingers no more.
I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the shattering blast of lost hope
And the renewed spirit of life
Of peace and of restored trust.
I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the decaying stench of lost life
Beyond the destruction of optimism.
I dream of a place beyond
I dream of home.
poem by Tiffny Rhodius
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Joan and Romeo's Juliet
Once upon a time,
There was a Romeo and a Juliet
But Juliet was really Joan
who left Romeo to lead the captives to victory
Then captured and put on trial for heresy
After judgment was rendered, but before being burned at the stake,
a peasant girl loosened Joan's chains and won her heart
They Escaped to France to
live happily ever after in eachother's arms
Romeo got elected to congress
And as he rose in power,
He set out to win back Juliet
Only to find that his efforts were in vain
So on one very dark day,
He stole Juliet's lover away…
Joan offered ransom for her lover
Romeo gave a counter-offer
And in France at sunset
Romeo and Joan met
Over coffee
To negotiate the heart of Romeo's discontent
An offer to let Joan's lover go
In exchange for Joan to return as Juliet
And it was so
That her lover was let go...
But empty beds do lie a lover's soul
That cannot bear to take in the sunlight all alone
And so it was, that Joan's lover died of a broken heart
After coming home to find a note
'Had to return to Romeo. Love Joan xoxo'
Upon hearing her lover's fate
Joan, a version of her former Juliet self,
Took upon her lips a mix of poisons sure to set Joan free
From the Juliet of her Romeo
To live in heaven with her lover happily
Soon after, Romeo returned, anticipating a Juliet open and waiting
But saw instead that death had taken hold
Realizing too late - that Juliet was always Joan
And Romeo, who swore he would live with no other,
that he could never recover...indefinitely,
the very next day,
married his press secretary
The end
poem by God Diaries
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Romeo
My baby wears his heart on his sleeve
He wears a look on his face that says please please please
Love it everything he flaunts love it
Everything he vaunts I just cant hesitate
When he wants what he wants
Oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
And I said oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
Last night he calls me on the telephone
You know at two in the morning I just want to sleep on
But he got a way with words and
He got a way with charm
You know at three in the morning hes back into my arms
And I said oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
And I said oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my romeo oh, oh
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my r-o-m-e-o, romeo
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my romeo oh, oh
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes mine
My my romeo, my my romeo, my my romeo, my my romeo
He looks so good the girls stop and stare
But I soon wanna look with his double dark hair
Im not gonna let him go
Im not taking any chance
Its a one in million mad mad romance
Oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
Oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my romeo oh, oh
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my r-o-m-e-o, romeo
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my romeo oh, oh
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes mine, romeo
My my romeo, my my romeo
Hes my romeo
My my romeo
Hes my romeo
My my romeo, hes my romeo
My romeo..
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Empty time, empty place. Empty heart, empty space.
Empty time, empty place.
Empty heart, empty space.
Give a little, fight a war
Take a lot, there is more.
Left to die, all alone.
Blackened sins to atone.
In a place by a stream,
in a dark, empty dream.
In a room candles glow.
Truth prevails if you know.
Something sweet and something blue.
Something with a natural hue.
Your Poetry
You ask me what I like
About your Poetry?
Everything about it
Is so Beautiful,
So Wonderful,
So Ethereal ~
As the Lover’s
Fantasy…
The way you dedicate
Your poems to me
In your dreams and
Reveries of
Fantasising me…
I feel Beautiful,
Wonderful and
Ethereal ~
Just the way you
Want me to be!
Your poems beautify me
Your fantasies edify me…
You win me over with your
Renderings of romantic poetry.
I am all yours…
Your poetry seems to say.
Let this not be a Fantasy.
Hope one day, I’ll be yours
Truly yours, only yours,
Forever yours…
Life is a Fiction and a Fantasy.
May be, I’ll remain yours,
Not only through this Life.
But in soul, spirit and matter
For aeons together…
Beyond death, beyond time.
You and I merged into
The Oneness of Eternity.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Mitchel
You're more beautiful than a satiny pink rose, more beautiful than a starlit sky, more beautiful than a magenta sunset, more beautiful than the early morning rays of the sun, more beautiful than a haunting romantic song. I love nothing more than being with you. I'd rather be with you than do anything else in the world. The sound of your voice soothes something deep inside me while at the same time, it stirs a romantic passion that can make me forget everything else. Your smile makes my heart pound wildly and my knees weak. I can picture us entwined in a garden of pink. I would stare into your eyes, enthralled by all that you are... by a beauty that's incomparable.Truly you're epitome of beauty, how you walks elegantly, your ravishing smile, you sonorous voice...everything about you is meaningful and worthy of emulation, because you're a very beautiful lady with a heart of gold, very kind and you posses the quality that every man desire and dream off in a woman.The quality you posses is too much for me to explain...Thanks to the creator who created someone as special as you.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Disappearance of Forests
I fear for the disappearance of forests
And if the song of birds should cease,
The desolate days when every path of wildflowers
Will be paved into further lonely streets,
Though sometimes I feel like the king
Among the abandoned elements of the urban decay,
Presiding over sad ruins of discontent
Where old ladies fill dusty decrepit pews
In prayer-quiet churches.
But what will children do
When they cannot drive far enough away
To find a sacred place void of billboards that scream
Inadequacies and addictions?
There may become a time when nothing remains
But empty beer bottles and despair,
When even simple pleasures like watching a woman
Brush her daughter’s hair on a summer picnic
Will fail to exist.
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Inspired by a line by Justinas Marcinkevicius: I fear for forests and for birds taken from The Frozen Sea
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Woman’s Place
Many say
A woman’s place belongs in the kitchen
As if it a sin
That statement is pathetically mean
I mean why are we so keen
To have men as chefs
Gone are the days
When she’s only good in bed
Fattened up from being well fed
Now A woman’s place
Is with her child
To tame it from growing wild
Apart from flashing her smile and her eyelids
She’s a gem
She knows how to dance
And the true meaning of romance
To state a woman’s place
Is simply a hopeless case
A woman’s place
Is hard to say
A woman’s place
Is in her brain
She knows how to save your pennies
For the day it heavily rains
Saving you from losing face
A woman’s place is at work
For without her
There will be no sweet talk
Her place is also with her man
The guy who is her ultimate fan
She is the only one that
can soothe a mans disturbed mind
Her specie is really one of a kind
That melodic union she must span
A womans place
in this day and age
is one which we must embrace
Her changeless face
invigorates any race
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
www.sylviachidi.com
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Asare
Age and experiences,
Strong emphasis and compassions;
The conerstone of a marriage is to keep the couples together.
An approach of love and of the plans to regulate,
For the willingness of love is what you bring top me;
And i am the candle-light at your dinner.
Of a joyful sensual woman,
Of the romantic attention given to her;
And in the course of time and nature to reach out to the skies!
Life is like a place to visit never known before,
For your heart needs the directions of your lover;
And to be on this love is like the blues of the sea.
To touch the emotions of things and to love you,
With the feelings of the blues to share all day long;
But the strong hold on this love is for you oh Asare.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Poetry is Everywhere
To all my friends who say –
Poetry is not my cup of tea,
I’d strongly recommend that
they watch “Dead Poet’s Society”.
Poetry is in your cup of tea,
poetry is in every wave of the sea,
poetry is in the song of a bird
poetry springs forth from each of your word.
Poetry is in the smile of a baby,
poetry is in the redness of a ruby,
poetry is the union of your heart and mind
poetry teaches you to be soft and kind.
Poetry is the song of your soul,
poetry reminds you of your life’s goal,
poetry is in a game of cricket,
poetry is in the sound of a cricket.
Imagine life without poetry -
What an empty life it would be!
Imagine a world without poetry -
What a dull place it would be!
09 June 2010
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poem by Gita Ashok
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There is no sense following me
i am going to a place
i do not really know what and where it is
i have fears and so i talk to the grass
to pretend that i have someone to lean upon
some people mention about a resting place
there
but i cannot really imagine what rest is all about
i may have so much of this and that
here
and i cannot really relate well
what is that
somewhere
i like to say that i like it here but someone tells
that this is not the place meant to be
all fingers point there
and all thoughts think that it must be there
if i sit a little longer the eyes of my father stare at me
he says if i do that i will be his lifetime failure
those long dead give me dreams to walk and take the long journey
back home where they are preoccupied with waiting
i like it here my heart speaks trying to dominate this conversation
the mouth wants to inser what it has long wanted to say
and then you arrive and wait under a tree
you say you will follow me that you will always be nearer to me
i rise from the grass and then my feet take the faster pace
this time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sing a song of Tajmahal
Sing a song of Tajmahal
a fine rhyme or a ghazal
Of this landmark for lovers
ah, a lover's edifice
Complete with medieval bowers
It's a Mecca for tourists!
Tis sensational, tis exceptional
tis truly a touristy place.
Watch the shimmer of its magnificent marbled dome
Moonlight or sunlight, it glimmers of imperial chrome
It's ironical then
that though Indian I am
I haven't yet been to this touristy place
It is truly as they must say, a lover's shrine
a place where hearts duly incline
They find it steamy
I find it dreamy
Oh, I've got to see for myself this touristy place
Each of the marbled minarets
conceal such romantic secrets
for lovers to silently explore
to admire and to adore
A place human lovebirds couldn't ignore.
Ah you've got to visit this touristy place!
Two famed lovers lie in the legendary vault below
and the stream too it has a romantic flow
It's a lovers haven and paradise on earth
Even dead passions there undergo a rebirth
Ah, rekindle my love for you in this touristy place!
Extol I may this awesome imposing edifice
A greed for pure love is perhaps better than avarice
Löng live the legend of Shah jahan and Mumtaz mahal
Long live love and love like a Moghul
so forever we have this touristy grace!
Yeah take me my luv to this touristy place!
poem by S.zaynub Kamoonpuri
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