Romantic Poems
Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me
by Robert Louis Stevenson
COME, my beloved, hear from me
Tales of the woods or open sea.
Let our aspiring fancy rise
A wren's flight higher toward the skies;
Or far from cities, brown and bare,
Play at the least in open air.
In all the tales men hear us tell
Still let the unfathomed ocean swell,
Or shallower forest sound abroad
Below the lonely stars of God;
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[ a deer lays dead ]
by X Galatella
a deer lays dead
underneath the puddle
whose cauldron it is in
something's missing
a foot three deeper
new branches lay
forcefully shed
but for a moment
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Agony of LDR
by Umang Arora
Yes, we will be apart,
But we will still be one.
When you go to sleep,
Just send me the sun.
It will carry your message
Across the seven seas.
I will miss u a lot,
Will u miss me please
Letter To America
by Marie Bowerman Taylor
We wish we could show you our Island home.
This Isle midst angry sea and foam.
We call it our Haven - our England,
We call it our "home-sweet-home".
We'd show you the Surrey woods in Fall,
You'd hear the murmuring streams.
You could touch the moss on cottage wall,
And walk where the bright moon beams.
We'd tell of London - a city - a world!
The wonder of Regent, the glory of Kew.
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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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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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[ a deer lays dead ]
by X Galatella
a deer lays dead
underneath the puddle
whose cauldron it is in
something's missing
a foot three deeper
new branches lay
forcefully shed
but for a moment
......
O Nature!
by X Galatella
Grasses wheezing in the breeze
Hiding secrets underneath
A sun's rays through vegetation
Lighting crows's anticipation
Critters chatting on the bog
Calling out to me: "Ya hog!"
Apostle's ashes on the ground
To be masked by pollen abound
A crow's work washed up at rivers
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