Romantic Poems
Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 06 - Spring
by Kalidasa
"Oh, dear, with the just unfolded tender leaflets of Mango trees as his incisive arrows, and with shining strings of honeybees as his bowstring, the assailant named Vasanta came very nigh, to afflict the hearts of those that are fully engaged in affairs of lovemaking...
"Oh, dear, in Vasanta, Spring, trees are with flowers and waters are with lotuses, hence the breezes are agreeably fragrant with the fragrance of those flowers, thereby the eventides are comfortable and even the daytimes are pleasant with those fragrant breezes, thereby the women are with concupiscence, thus everything is highly pleasing...
"This Spring season endows prosperity to waters of swimming pools, and to moonshine, for their water or shine is pleasurable, and even to mango trees, as their flowers are just flowered, more so, to the bejewelled girdle strings of women, for their wearing is neither cumbersome nor irksome in this season, thus it endows prosperity to womenfolk of age, as they enjoy in wearing them, thus they too, become enjoyable, these days...
"These days the flirtatious women are adorning their roundish behinds with silk cloths that are dyed with Kusumbha flower's reddish dye, and their bosomy busts with thin silks that are dyed with ocherish and reddish colours, for thinness and silkiness are agreeable in this thinnish ambience...
"The womenfolk of age are now decorating their temples with just unfolded new whitish flowers of Karnikara, and with new and reddish Ashoka flowers and with whitish jasmines flowers in their blackish hair-locks that are swaying, thus unfolded is the beauty of these women, with the flourishing resplendence of these newly unfolded flowers...
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Tickle Me
by Kelly Arcaro
Passionate kisses that special night
Romantic walks along the beach
Portraying a future which shines bright
Silently cuddling together without a speach
Loving moments remember me
Tickle me with joyous laughter
Picture me as your angel
Lift our spirits above the clouds
Listen to the birds sing
Calling out a slow song
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by Denise Duhamel
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five.
There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice
just won the National Book Award.
The name 'Ai' is pronounced 'I'
so that whenever I talk about the poet Ai
such as I'm teaching Ai's poems again this semester
it sounds like I'm teaching my own poems
or when I say I love Ai's work
it sounds as if I'm saying I love my own poems
but have poor grammar. I haven't had a chance
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R.I.P., My Love
by Tory Dent
Let us be apart then like the panoptical chambers in IC
patient X and patient Y, our names magic markered hurriedly on cardboard
and taped pell-mell to the sliding glass doors, "Mary", "Donald", "Tory";
an indication that our presence there would prove beyond temporary, like snow flurry.
Our health might be regained if aggressive medical action were taken, or despite
these best efforts, lost like missing children in the brambles of poor fortune.
The suffering of another's I can only envision through the mimesis of my own,
the alarming monitor next door in lieu of a heartbeat signifying cardiac arrest,
prompts a scurry of interns and nurses, their urgent footsteps to which
I listen, inert and prostrate, as if subject to the ground tremors of
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Valentine's Evening
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Two hearts sunset red
chocolates scarlet bouquet.
Romantic evening
Blue night birds singing starlit
yellow moon on jade hill sits.
Onder die Maanlig
by Mario Odekerken
Onder die maanlig staan die wêreld stil,
skadu's lê sag oor die oop grond,
my asem raak deel van die koel nag,
e stilte hou wag by my gedagtes.
Die maan kyk sonder oordeel neer,
lig gly oor water en verlate paaie,
tyd vou homself vir 'n oomblik toe,
en ek luister na wat nie gesê word nie.
Look for Someone
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
Look for someone who will love you as you are,
Embracing every imperfection, treasuring each scar.
Whose hands trace the map of scars you wear,
And see in them a beauty beyond compare.
Seek a soul who treasures not just what you seem,
But admires the fire behind your dream.
One who tends to wounds yet lets you grow,
A steady hand when winds may blow.
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[ Blood. Red revolution ]
by X Galatella
Blood. Red revolution
hero her narrator
invented the derailer
for the train spinning in spirals
driving in loops.
I can still see the looping point.
World-ending catastrophes, world wars,
crises,
had become cliche.
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[ all that's heard is tinnitus ]
by X Galatella
all that's heard is tinnitus
all that's felt is about the same
staring at you at no length
your sight forever blank.
play as radiators in winter
burst
its waters steaming across facades
failed
this part is cancelled
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