Happy valentine day romantic poems 2013

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The Last of the Romantics

The last of the romantics,

Last of a dying breed.

A rose held in a tight grip-

A present for the thought

Of the one he loves.

The last of the romantics.

A red rose encased in barbed wire.

The last of the romantics,

One among a dying breed.

The last of the romantics-

Proud to be individual,

Hates feeling so alone.

The last of the romantics-

Dancing in the rain.

The last of the romantics-

Kissing under moonlight.

The last of the romantics-

Raging against the light,

Fighting against been torn down.

As long as romance exists there is hope,

And the last of the romantics will remain so.

-Charlie F. Kane

The things about you

The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:

I’d like to find you in the shower

And chase the soap for half an hour.

I’d like to have you in my power and see your eyes dilate.

I’d like to have your back to scour

And other parts to lubricate.

Sometimes I feel it is my fate

To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower

By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.

I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a féte.

I’d like to offer you a flower.

-John Fuller

Romance

In the beginning of night,

Their tails a light,

The light seems to gleam,

Illumination the scene

Crickets chipping,

Frogs croak,

Moon shining on,

Willow and oak

The wind’s howling song,

Owls hooting on,

As fireflies fly along

Their tails shine,

Around lovers spending time,

Lovers see the glowing lights,

And watch on the romantic night

In the beginning of night,

Fireflies’ tails a light,

The light seems to gleams,

Illuminating the romantic scene

-Shabz Aftermath

Love is

Love is…

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans

Love is a fanclub with only two fans

Love is walking holding paintstained hands

Love is.

Love is fish and chips on winter nights

Love is blankets full of strange delights

Love is when you don’t put out the light

Love is

Love is the presents in Christmas shops

Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops

Love is what happens when the music stops

Love is

Love is white panties lying all forlorn

Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm

Love is when you have to leave at dawn

Love is

Love is you and love is me

Love is prison and love is free

Love’s what’s there when you are away from me

Love is…

-Adrian Henri

Rose Red

You give me beautiful rose red

and try to sing me “Black Velvet”,

but I don’t need to be so romantic,

don’t be lyrical – be just fantastic,

throw the rose red outside,

touch me, turn off the lights…

Let me show you what I can do first

without lovely songs and simple words,

‘cause don’t need to be so romantic,

won’t be lyrical – I will be fantastic,

throw the rose red outside

and let’s start sexual rise…

-Petar Ivanchovski

Love Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

-William Shakespeare

The Romantic Feeling

Feeling romantic is quite a strange feeling

A feeling that really has no meaning

A feeling aroused by the spark of passion

That grows like fire and engulfs your emotions

Till you feel a partial end has come..

To an infinite craving..which appeared like a storm..

Of deep seated desires..and left behind absolutely nothing..

But for a little more craving…

For the same old pleasure or pain..

As we scamper towards a mirage like goal in vain

Our mind is consumed by these distant targets

Which we want to shedoff but just can’t forget

As these impossible thoughts keep knocking

Deep within our subconscious self

We feel the pain but just can’t help

We feel the pleasure one simply can’t share

But can cherish and treasure for a few moments in life

In vivid fantasies of our romantic strifes

It is all up there within our minds

A romantic feeling …it’s truly unkind

It kisses and flogs your heart and senses

It breaks through all your mental defences

The craving remains etched forever

As you stride ahead an inch nearer to nowhere

But somewhere in the mind

In a romantic love state that is blind

Making love to your stars on the silver screen

As you kiss their lips and feel their skin

You may waltz with the moon..or challenge death

Or converse with God..to keep the faith

To be the earthy fragrance of moist soil

Or to be the sensuous perfume of some scented oil

Or to be the lifeless oil itself..that gives the glow

To some soft fair skin..a desire for another sin..

You may want to feel the pain, which others have felt

Go through the same emotions somebody else has dealt

You may cling to your sweetheart pillow and cry all night

You may want to break a wall with all your might

You may be a rock star in a barren piece of land

You may not have a guitar and you may not have a band

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Happy valentine day romantic poems 2013