Poetry

Romantic Poetry

Organic

Nature is our greatest teacher –
Spawning every living creature;
Void of bias or deception –
Granting sacred life's inception.

Freely giving, never taking,
Nature's vast and always making
Earthly wonders green and tender -
Showing sacred lively splendor.

Lacking sorrow or compunction
Lends it to a greater function –
Nature's forms are varied, changing,
Wild and grand through earth's arranging.

Freely giving, never taking,
Nature's vast and always making
Earthly wonders green and tender -
Showing sacred lively splendor.

Nature is our greatest teacher –
Spawning every living creature;
Void of bias or deception –
Granting sacred life's inception.

Freely giving, never taking,
Nature's vast and always making
Earthly wonders green and tender -
Showing sacred lively splendor.

Vintage

The hanging grapes upon the verdant vine,
Throughout the many lands in which its grown,
Becomes the charming drink that is called wine;
Indeed, it’s quite the venture to be known.

For women and for men it has been made –
Assembled inspiration here en masse;
To drink and to enjoy is how it’s stayed;
Its gladly poured into each open glass.

With pleasure we do find it is to drink,
And though it can be quite the awful bane,
It warms our hearts and makes us want to think;
Into our hearts and minds it will remain.

A soulful pleasure it will always be –
A greatly blessed comfort unto thee.

Bawdy

This is the great appeal
That comes from our intent;
Into what we do feel,
It follows our descent.

Of that which isn’t voiced –
It speaks without a word;
Within the heart to hoist,
In this it is preferred.

Without the clearest cause,
Our game continues on;
Inside our mind’s applause
About what we will spawn.

In truth there isn’t much
That we will not include –
In seeing, smell or touch
And hear with attitude.

The fun is in the guilt
We all construct about
The structures we have built
And things that we seek out.

The Spark

We write the tales of joy –
Sharp words we do employ.
From deep within the heart –
The purpose of our part.

We walk on virgin roads
And work in stranger modes;
With care we do progress
Despite the great distress.

With passing of the times –
The poets and the rhymes;
With love they do infuse
The blessings of the muse.

Around the world and back –
We’re kept along the track;
By muses as they speak –
They make the boldest meek.

And blessed are the ones
That find her when she runs
In circles through our heads –
While sleeping in our beds.

In dreams is where she lives –
Through inspiration gives
The words we hope to use;
The blessing of the muse

The Dark

In this strange realm it seems there is no peace –
A place where you’d not want to live or die.
Above our heads the storms they do not cease;
The darkened clouds they dominate the sky.

But this the weather is not why I rue.
I tell you now the world is not so flawed;
It is in fact those mediocre few
That taint our world with pestilential fraud.

The dark and grey reminds me of the heart –
The nuances that life is really for;
For all the pain in us that does depart,
It still remains as memories evermore. 

Those people who engage in guile and hate –
Who lie and steal our momentary bliss –
They do not have a lonely, dreadful fate;
Instead they have a life without abyss.

The void is dark and has a lot to teach –
Reminding us the meaning of our fears;
By challenging perceptions out of reach,
It shows us all is more than it appears.

And through these lessons we embrace the night.
We find a peace in things that are obscured;
Though some react with ignorance and fright,
We build upon the things that have endured.

Pages

These tomes transport our minds into a place
Removed from living’s ordinary pace.
Both poetry and prose, they make us cry;
With words impressions find their wings to fly.

The varied themes in words do tantalize –
Between the lines with passion exercise;
They speak to all the struggles that you know
Within a realm that only you can go.

Within the gilded pages of a book –
As visions with the open eyes to look
Upon the paper where the words were made;
They fill our hearts with all our dreams displayed.

These pages as they are – they are a gift
Which we into our fantasies do drift.

Verses

We write our splendid verses bold and true.
The words we use reveal our great ideals.
Our poems mirror how we always change.
Within our hearts and minds we surely grow.

The words we use reveal our great ideals.
Great passions guide our feathered, writing quills.
Within our hearts and minds we surely grow.
They show us hidden visions of our souls.

Great passions guide our feathered, writing quills.
Ink flows through paper as enduring text. 
They show us hidden visions of our souls.
These written letters carry more than sounds.

Ink flows through paper as enduring text. 
Our poems mirror how we always change.
These written letters carry more than sounds.
We write our splendid verses bold and true.

Brew

Inside ceramic cups and many more,
Exists a brew we gladly like to pour;
The darkest grinds to savor as we drink
Is coffee that does hasten how we think.

In roasts both blonde and dark we like to taste
The many notes and flavors we won't waste;
Caffeine will really help us start our day,
But through the night is decaf here to stay.

Cafes both large and small do surely host
The conversations that we love the most;
A cozy space for study and for rest -
A coffee shop to lounge and muse is best.

The roasted beans for drinks we like to grind
Consort with all the friends and joy we find.

Secrets

Along the blowing, cooling breezes all
The whispered secrets darkest nights will hide -
Enchanted spells for people to enthrall
And every motive true intent will guide.
Bewitching thoughts, with zeal that folk abide,
Transfix their hearts with powers folk endure. 
The mages skill and toil with force ensure
Their magic’s purpose finds its chosen goals;
It’s through their will that magic will mature,
And speak the secrets from their hidden souls.

Continue

The ataractic fuzziness does emanate
Through atmospheres and themes that truly captivate;
With visuals defining all our gaming joys,
These memories are meaningful and demonstrate
The challenges defeated through our skillful poise.

Relic

The things which do not change will surely die -
As withered branches set upon the ground;
The people and forgotten cities lie
As bones and dust - interred without a sound.

The essence of both people and their time -
In triumph and the folly of their pride,
Is like a poem with meter and its rhyme;
These ancient souls within our hearts reside.

Glow

The sprawling city feeds your belly full
And in your eager brain, to load the code,
The system with its miles of cable pulls
The juicy info from each waiting node.

The ads and signs - they line the busy streets,
And with a blinding glow obscure much more;
They offer more to buy and many treats -
Imposing all you're told you must explore.

Undying

The pages of history - empty and nascent,
Are written by all of our people's ambitions;
Through powerful justice and never submissions
To dogma, our spirits are never complacent.

The ink in our quills are their blood, sweat and crying.
Their work is authentic - with humor quite shameless.
The loyal and truthful are nameless and fameless;
Their efforts have impact profound and undying.

Zeal

Before their silent, godly presence there,
We offer each sincere and bold appeal.
We call to them through holy, fragrant air -
Before their silent, godly presence there,
With solemn, sacred words, our tender care,
Most ardent praise and deepest, strongest zeal.
Before their silent, godly presence there,
We offer each sincere and bold appeal.

Union

You are safe in my gaze
In the nights and the days -
Through the ways that you feel
And the thoughts you conceal.

Through the waves of the sea
Is each promise and plea.
As we paddle to meet
We will conquer each feat.

Wisdom

Far beyond every surface lies wisdom right there.
It is found in the grass and the smoothest of stone;
Through the earth and the water – the fire and the air,
Are the numerous insights to seek all alone.

In the deeds and the trust of both kith and our kin,
Far beyond every surface lies wisdom right there.
Through our hearts and our minds - in the dreams there within,
Are the trials and the truths of each form we’re aware.

In the words that we speak with both candor and care,
Keeps the knowledge and spirit of present and past.
Far beyond every surface lies wisdom right there.
It’s the greatest of people whose purpose will last.

For each morsel we eat and each rousing pursuit -
With the times we compete through the ways that we dare,
It’s our measured approach that is truly astute.
Far beyond every surface lies wisdom right there.

Shapeshifter

The protean wanderer journeys in places both distant and hidden;
They grant him formidable forms through his feelings and numerous faces.
He changes appearance and follows the current to which he is bidden.
The protean wanderer journeys in places both distant and hidden;
Accessing the wisdom of ages – great bounties he finds there so ridden. 
With passion and purpose his passage is full of great people and places.
The protean wanderer journeys in places both distant and hidden;
They grant him formidable forms through his feelings and numerous faces.