Romanticism Poems

Romanticism poems bring the best collection of short and long romanticism poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great romanticism rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these romanticism poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on romanticism are here for you.

The Legend Of Procris And Cephalus

The Legend Of Procris And Cephalus short poem

The Legend of Procris and Cephalus. based on a painting in the London National gallery “A satyr mourns the death of a nymph “, painting by Pierro de Cosimo Who is this maiden sleeping here This beauty she is dead

Poems containing references to : Romanticism

Dead Poets’ Society

Dead Poets Society short poem

1959; was it? Oh! I thought it was 2000 … Welton Academy; was it? Or was it St. Xavier’s College? Todd Anderson or me? As I pen this furiously … My thoughts turning liquid I feel so lost … A

The Apple Of My Eye

The Apple Of My Eye prose poem

I stared at him struck with awe He stood there straight and tall Absolutely perfect without a flaw He stared back and made my face fall & I felt myself turning red hot & blush ‘Coz this “he” is none

An Eternal Romantic

An Eternal Romantic poetry books

A scintillating though oftentimes sad story, An Eternal Romantic poignantly narrates Indira’s journey from a teenager in love to a middle aged woman. Despite the vicissitudes of love, she continues to be in love with the idea of love. Indira

Poems you may like :

Trust

Trust short poem

‘I’ve lived through this horrible hell with you’ he yelled, as he accused her, once again, of not trusting him. Trstu, she thought, Was subjective. Trstu, she believed, worked both ways. Watching him in anguish, she realized – her version

Motionlessness

Motionlessness prose poem

An empty chair on an abandoned balcony must be bored. It goes into the dressing room, sits on the floor in front of a silent mirror, and asks her colorful landlady to sit on top of it, so that they

Rain

Rain short poem

Drops of rains falling over her silky body appeared like she being decked in chain of pearls while I experienced fire spreading all over my body not withstanding drenching in the falling drops of rain Her exuberance of drenching in

How It Will End

How It Will End short poem

In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances

Couldn’t Believe My Heart

Couldn’t Believe My Heart short poem

After all this time I thought I was over you But seeing you again today just took my Breath away and I JUST COULDN’T BELIEVE MY HEART, here I go again falling in love with You all over again, falling

Paddy Fields

Paddy Fields short poem

Paddy fields as far as the eyes can see Stretches of green touching the horizon Farmers in straw hats busy as bees And buffaloes, such loyal workers at every turn Cycling into the breeze, along a well-worn path Greeting ‘How

Answer His Call

Answer His Call long poem

She sits in her room wondering where did time go? It seemed to her things use to go slow. She was once again eighteen and had the world to explore. Now she walks on this sandy shore. She looks out

Sugar Left

Sugar Left short poem

All those empty spaces on the floor are the signs A chess game run too long There are the rooks hung On the bare bricks For weeks I’m Drinking dark rum until Blood is the flavor of the back Of

They Cannot Stand Between Us

They Cannot Stand Between Us short poem

Well ever since high school I have loved you You gave me your class ring to wear which just Goes to prove you loved me too but the But those were those who were jealous of us And our love

Love Sonnet 97

Love Sonnet 97 sonnet poems

Last night, I dreamed of your hand clasped to mine, Your sapphire eyes create a deep blue fire, We shared kisses in cup more than the wine, As cheeks would glow, which to the touch inspire; Touch seems warmer, though

You Are the Master of Life

You Are the Master of Life short poem

Aim to be the Master of Life. Heaven never waits; let’s take this today, before it’s gone like yesterday Every generation gets the grief, sure do we all; But the Master is he who doesn’t feel perplexed at all. One,

Above And Beyond

Above And Beyond short poem

Above us, lightning was dazzling, blinking, and picturesque. Blackened sky, moonless and star free; a massive light show! Like a human anatomy of nerves, spread in every direction; I wonder the bounty of harnessing such explosive power. A storm is

I Will Be Me

I Will Be Me prose poem

I never really knew who I was, I always adapted to my surroundings. I clung on to the people around me and turned into someone they wanted, just because I wanted to be liked. Trying to blend in like a

December 17th

December 17th short poem

a white sheet covered the semi-permafrost, steam formed a carpet over the delicate car windows, the blue curtain in the sky, splattered with white bleach stains, the best kind, the wanted kind, as your name was dragged from the heavens

Message

Message short poem

And that did it. Many voices in a mayhem lost the face of lightening. The starlight woke in rain untainted by dust of beds encased in wilful folds. The tremors will not stop the knocking of speech, after an intimate

The Tick And The Tock

The Tick And The Tock short poem

Sitting in a car park Staring at the rains Musing in a car park Counting all my pains Observing the world As it passes me by Watching it go Through warm sleepy eyes Moments slip by As we leave them

Only Child

Only Child short poem

we never played hide and seek rarely worked a puzzle: she asked for the truth about Santa Claus after she knew the truth looking for an exemption from mundanity. despite his creepy magic and omniscience she decided he would be

Enigma

Enigma prose poem

Life is a puzzle, I am trying to solve… A dark mystery, On which, I am trying to shed light upon… As I struggle to solve this riddle, I seek from the creator, To place no fetters on my freedom,

Sweet Invasion

Sweet Invasion short poem

Quietly, you wandered into my thoughts Your silhouette in repose Like a painting A fishing boat stationary in the sunset Silently, you crept into my dreams Nestled softly in my arms Wisps of your hair Caressing your face in the

Chompin At The Bit

Chompin At The Bit short poem

A myriad of treasure wealth and pleasure Snagged by the Achille’s tendon Rounded up and Slaughtered for The Golden Apple of his eye Not the divine fruits of Her labor Trust the toss of bones Fall down ashes fall down

Demonetisation

Demonetisation short poem

Little was I aware of what demonetisation was all about I was in eve possessing few of brand new notes of 500 and 1000 denominations When the news tricked in that the currency of 500 and 1000 notes are no

Difficult People

Difficult People short poem

My head, buried in a swarm of gadflies They just will not let me go No matter how hard I try, They still slouch, their spirits remain low. They shove my mistakes in my face They spit and say I’m

Scarecrow

Scarecrow short poem

I was a shirt filed with straw and rags. Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably. Nothing to think of; a hat filled with straw. The inability to walk. Pinned to a board. Hickory oak. Chest disproportionate to a

Intolerance

Intolerance short poem

To the days that found acceptance readily, With hair all curled and ribboned up, And face all To the up, By smacks of baby powder, Now cherubic cheeks all but missing, A big black polka dot. To the days now

Corruption

Corruption sonnet poems

The world’s new code of conduct Misusing of office protocols to suit one’s taste Stocking stolen billions in banks and calling it your hard earned money A sweet temptation destroys people’s integrity is it’s goal Causing poverty as you milk

Aroma of coffee.

Aroma of coffee. short poem

On a rainy morning, An aroma of coffee, Is a toast of love, A blended moment, Of the heart and soul. In sorrow or joy, Not dwelling in, Words of war, Enjoying life’s fragrance, With a bouquet of flowers. Sharing

Hekate

Hekate long poem

In the shadow of moonlight My cape pulled up around Me tight, standing at the crossroads Under the tree of life, eyes like fire In the night… I call upon the spirit of HEKATE As thunder rolls and lightning strikes

Grant It Not

Grant It Not short poem

Oh ! God… That magnificent Palace, If “Pandemonium” for me, Grant it not, though I pray for it. That Fruit of knowledge, If bitters my “taste”, Bestow it not, though I long for it. That light of wisdom, If darkens

I Am Heroin

I Am Heroin long poem

I am euphoric, I am analgesic, I am your friend. I will make you feel better; I will change your life. I am extracted from the from the opium of a scarlet red poppy. I can give you a sense

The Bloody Nerd

The Bloody Nerd short poem

It is a real story I am not making it Out of my insane mind My life is full of Pain Be sure That I don’t want to dream Even with wounds Or tuned in malaise The Nurd I am

Raging Moon

Raging Moon short poem

Homecoming under the moon devoid of pain. When did the clock turned back? You are becoming a child. My journey opens in a dark wound. A promise to walk blindfolded, when only the footfalls are audible. The distance between the

Magic Pots

Magic Pots short poem

You can tell a poet by the way she hands out pens to fill up forms where they ask you if you own any guns And the way she sits on the park bench letting the rough concrete feel her

Committed

Committed short poem

A flash point in ocean becomes omnivorous eating the boats. The sharks unstick and sleep on waves for another abeyance. Sitting on the wheels of a tank, men waited for the revolution to scoop a scorched motherhood where the children

The Journey

The Journey long poem

With luggage full of dreams, The journey seems to start. A vivid map to a destination, Engraved in the traveller’s heart. It takes a part of the journey To realize that the map is fake; Deceived by his own thoughts

In Front Of Our Houses

In Front Of Our Houses short poem

A logo at the sole of my shoes on my feet Is stepping up to get into my skull To close the passages of my ear drum From hearing ventriloquism The distant dreams in my retina Are fading one after

Unravelling

Unravelling short poem

An outcast, stripped and beaten up, the sickle moon smears the clouds with blood. I hate to wait for – the sun to undo this mess, an ethnic mutilation will bring a chaos. Nursing the peripheries, tribes were in pursuit