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romantic poem

2006-06-23 23:24:43 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

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one of my favorites is "A Red, Red Rose" by Scottish poet Robert Burns:

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:

And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

2006-06-24 07:05:44 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 2 1

Romantic Hmmmm let me think...
how about
Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are?
Up above the world so high , like a diamond in the sky
When the blazing sun is gone, when he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light, twinkle, twinkle all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark, thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go, if you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep, and often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye, 'till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are - twinkle, twinkle little star.

2006-06-24 12:31:49 · answer #2 · answered by Crystal 2 · 0 0

go to hallmark or any other romantic pages. the only thing you have to do is type romantic poems in the search box of yahoo or google or whatever pages.

2006-06-23 23:47:03 · answer #3 · answered by Iseult 4 · 0 0

Here's my try, a sonnet:


When Love is born, then pleasure dies,
Or goes about disguised as pain;
And those who once were counted wise
Now find their wisdom all in vain.

Against the armor of her eyes
The shafts of reason fall like rain,
Until all thought in terror flies
And only Love and I remain

Now even Love’s sharp pain is sweet,
More sweet than pleasure was to me
I won my Love by my defeat
She captured me and set me free

A prisoner within her heart
A prison I would not depart.

2006-06-24 00:51:02 · answer #4 · answered by johnslat 7 · 0 0

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

2006-06-23 23:30:15 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

i write poetry -

how about this one

Forever love.
Timeless, forever love,
As innocent as a new born baby,
As graceful as the gentle breeze,
As sincere as the glowing moon,
As hungry as a starved fox,
As fresh as the spring flowers,
As warm as the Summer Sun,
As comforting as a log fire on a winters night,
As deep as the ocean,
Timeless, forever love.


or



I Want.....
I am aching for your presence,
My heart has never been the same,
I never believed in love at first sight,
Until the day i first met you.
I want you here beside me,
Holding me, squeezing me tight,
God the pain is so bad,
I need you, I yearn for you,
I want to smell your smell
Sweet and fresh like the ocean,
Your tenacious grip on my heart,
These feelings are suffocating, like a feather pillow,
Breathe, Breathe, Breathe,
I search for reasoning,
There is none,
I'm in love with you.

2006-06-23 23:31:26 · answer #6 · answered by amourgirl2 2 · 0 0

"Annabelle Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe. I first read Poe's poetry 40 years ago and I still enjoy his poetry above all others.

2006-06-25 07:23:02 · answer #7 · answered by kitten 3 · 0 0

get a book
get a life
cos if u dont no romance by now u never will

2006-06-23 23:29:52 · answer #8 · answered by bubbles 3 · 1 0

take a clasic book and read and slip without any tanchan

2006-06-24 01:12:52 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm not that creative, how about you?

2006-06-23 23:30:35 · answer #10 · answered by What?! 4 · 0 0

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