#romanticism poems on Hello Poetry

Dakota Jun 2014

The Fall

I see the peeling paint upon the wall,
Along with bricks ready to fall.
The thunder is drawing near,
Whispered words are spoken with fear.
The rain is here with all it brings.
The smell? the sorrow of forgotten things.
Taste the tension in the air?
Bitter lonliness, lack of care.
Just like marble, cold and smooth,
I reach for a heart impossible to soothe.
Can you feel the sky falling down?
But if you'd never known, you wouldn't hear a sound.

~inspired by Poe's Short Story "The Fall of the House of Usher" .

#fall #gothic #stories #inspiration #imagery #poe #romanticism #fallofthehouseofusher #shortstories #imagerygalore

Vivian Ienello May 2014

The naturalist

Transcend from society, eject into space

look in the mirror and you wont see you face

eject from reality into the great green plains

in the woods, is their a god?

in the woods, you don't think hard

oh sweet mother nature, transcend me from space

O' sweet, let me see your face

for the time has come, to float all above

past fake gods, past the cosmos

into to nothing where non- existence takes place

then you will never see your face

#god #nature #existentialism #romanticism #naturalist

Eric Courtney Haines Feb 2014

I love you more than words can say

I love you more than words can say;
My love for you is greater than the light of day.

I love you more than the darkest night;
You are the key to the stars so bright.

I love you more than the nightingales of spring;
You bring such a warmth that makes me sing.

I love you more than the sun in winter
For you make the cold less bitter.

When my world consists of only grey
You paint with all to the colours of May.

While I walk about my world without sight
There you are, guiding me with your light.

When I can only find the world blearing
There you are, making a clearing.

You are, in my life, my golden factor, for
You enrich my winter with Spring’s finest flower.

#love #winter #rhyme #day #night #spring #romanticism

Eric Courtney Haines Jul 2013

I saw a butterfly dead in the middle of spring

I saw a butterfly dead in the middle of spring
And I cried, for I saw the end of our relationship.

I saw the end of our relationship in the height of life
With lilacs in bloom of purple, her favorite colour.

The butterfly had drowned in dark waters of my heart-
For I was drowning- and I know she was too.

My heart was under dark waters, so I guess I couldn't tell her
How much she means to me, how much I care.

My mistake holding so much dark water inside for so long
As she had to drown in my dark water as well as her own to save me.

I know I was too weak to help her much in my own saving;
I’m sorry I was too weak to help her with her dark water.

She was so busy trying to save me that she wouldn't let me save her
From her own dark water, which she has drowned in longer than me.

Yet she wouldn't let me help as much as she helped me
For she has drowned much longer than me.

And to open up to me would be to open up to my dark waters sometimes
When she only wants to bring brighter days to my heart.

I always want to say how she brightens my day, with a smile, with a hug,
But under the weight of the dark water I guess I didn't say it enough.

Now I’m under new dark water, made of her tears I caused her to shed
And of the pain knowing she has brighter days of summer without me.

I hope some day that she can come back to me, after the pain has eased
And that we can tame the dark waters together.

#depression #pain #relationships #butterfly #relationship #spring #drown #romanticism

Martin Narrod May 2014

The Cupcakes Aren't Vegan, At Least I Don't Think They Are

He weeps his heart, and hangs his head,
He doubles back, and follows her back to bed,
She says, " Some homes are towns and lives, while others wear their homes inside." And he keeps up though he's kept out, the volatile, the sudden frown.
She makes up the cupcakes but they're never vegan are they? No they're never vegan are they?

He makes a gift, and wrings his thumbs, the bubble bath, the tepid tub,
Outside where the rains have gone long, something gives him something strong,
And he picks up where he had left off, the trouble is he doesn't know when to back off, and the cupcakes aren't vegan, sweet and such spectacular, but they really aren't eaten, now that they've been made with eggs. No the cupcakes aren't vegan, though they are quite delicious. And he loves her forever, though he never eats again. No he never eats again. No he never eats again.

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Dakota Apr 2014

Ode to the Rain

Blanketed gray skies
rolling in,
Something bout the rain,
Raises goosebumps on my skin.
Yet were all inside under cover,
Cherishing the long nights,
Nights that cause me to write here and wonder.
As the wind whispers my heart does too,
Putting words to the paper,
Ink in hues of blue.
The quiet hum of the rain surrounds,
Dimmed lights,
Soothing sounds.

#love #poem #poetry #rain #nature #summer #music #spring #writing #transcendentalism #frost #raining #romanticism #thunderstorm #thoreau

Dakota Apr 2014

Urbanization

Urbanization by Dakota Pizzi
Theres a house of Fallen Timber,
Not far from me or you,
That flourished once in the summer When the sky was Golden hues.
Its been trampled down by the people of hardened stone,
Who are cold to nature's many unknowns.
So they chop away and burn it down As gray clouds fill the sky,
And what's left of her majesty the forest,
Is nothing but my lonely sigh.

#love #poem #poetry #nature #earth #country #transcendentalism #city #urban #romanticism #emerson

Dakota Apr 2014

Winter's Song

Winter's Song:
Wind whipping through my hair,
White fluff swirling without care.
Icy flakes, descending snow
bustling people saying "lets go!".
I feel the freedom, all it brings.
The silence of snow, how nature sings!
And I will sing along,
For sure we all know this song.
The symphony of peace on white canvas
To which life choreographs all its dances.
And in that easy light of winter snow,
I sat by the candles, feeling their warm- amber glow.

#love #poem #nature #winter #transcendentalism #frost #poe #romanticism #thoreau #emerson

maggie W Apr 2014

Espejo

Paddling through this vastness

I look at the ripples I made.

Floating and whirling,

Clanking and Clinking

Shelley, Wordsworth and Blake.

In the middle of the tranquility

I plunged into the blue

Oh, Arizona sun, you blinds me.

#love #sun #mirror #arizona #tranquility #romanticism #wordsworth #blake #shelley

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