romantic Poems and Poetry

That Which She Sees

kerouac — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 23:04:10 -0700

She likes my
softer side
she said

We’ve never spoken
but I can feel her
breath
gentle upon my ear

Telling me
she knows the secret

Instances and moments

To know and be known
through emotional tangents of
romanticism

Tearing away that armor
I’ve worn for so long
hiding the faults
to accept

That which she sees

SOUL2SOUL

aura — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 17:43:37 -0700

I ONLY HELD YOU FOR A BREIF MOMENT,I KISSED YOUR SHAPELY LIPS N SWAM IN YOUR BLUE EYES,I TOUCHED YOUR TAUNT BODY AND WATCHED PLAYFULLY AS YOU SLEPT,I MELTED AT THE SIGHT OF YOUR PERFECT FRAME AND WISHED NIGHT WOULD LAST FOREVER,I FELT YOUR SOUL TOUCH MINE,LIKE OLD LOVERS REUNITED,A BEAUTIFULL MEMORY I DONT DARE SPEEK OF,I HAD NEVER BEEN CARESSED LIKE THAT BEFORE,YOU FELT IT TOO,WE PARTED WAYS ,NOW I WONDER DO I EVER GET A QUIET,QUICK THOUGHT....?I'V KNOWN YOU BEFORE,IV TOUCHED YOUR SOUL BEFORE,OLD FRIENDS....MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU.LL HOLD ME AND NEVER LET GO,MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE FAR FROM THIS ON

a different place

kpaul.mallasch — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 02:32:15 -0800

a different place
a different space
in the timeline, i
slip and slide
forward and
get it out
in words,
looking in-
ward to ward
off the upwards
momentum of falling
toward outer space, of
falling off the planet but i
am in a different place, i
am a different man, i am
the same man in a different
spot of time so changed a
little but still the same man
at heart maybe
wiser hopefully
not as foolhardy
or hardly able to
see through the

there was...

kpaul.mallasch — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 01:31:40 -0800

there was a moment or two
in his mind that still seemed
real in a world that too often
seemed surreal and swift
to knock a person down.
relentless life. living
outside the time-
line is dangerous
work, standing in
line waiting to time
travel perhaps with
a bag or a towel or
a pint of beer. small
smile. she would know
the reference maybe.

Sunday is for love

kpaul.mallasch — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 23:22:03 -0800

Sunday is for love.
that day most of us
use to rest and get
ready for the next
week. weak willed
lovers leave worries
for monday and if some-
one wants to spend such
an important time with you
it must mean they truly love
you.

Love is for sacrifice and
Sunday is for love.

i consider love

kpaul.mallasch — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 23:56:35 -0700

perhaps
too damn
much for my
own good i
sometimes
feel like cupid
who sets my
poet eyes on
a lass or lady
and within a
fornight they've
found their prince
charming and are
so happy it's hard
to feel sad.

i consider love an
internal force with
external indicators
and an external force
with internal indicators.