Calling Cyrano: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

He begged you to pen/
his proposal poem because/
you were his first choice.

To A Woman Who Nose How Men Are: Romantic IMprov Email Sonnet

I could be, you know,
her Cyrano,
(albeit, I suppose,
without the pronounced nose.)

I mean, I do have one,
(most breathing men do),
but the nom de plume’s for fun,
not some large thing I often blew.

For a true poet, instead,
may pose as Cyrano to discuss
the improv poetry in his head;
NOT his proboscis!

I hope she’ll consider if she’d soon deign to meet,
where I will woo her with words witty and sweet.

Cyrano Needs To See: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

As you know,/
Cyrano/
did much of his best work/
orally,/
and verbally,/
under the balcony./
Not just a written poet, he!/
His muse was finest,/
and at its divinest,/
when he could see,/
Roxanne./
(“But”, you’ll say, “you can’t see/
me!”)
In my mind I can.

Lite Words 2 Sum R Heavy 2 Others: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

Words/
Cyrano heard/
dropped by RoxAnn/
could crush a man,/
he said,/
but only if she remember-ed/
those/
hopes/
she dropped lightly,/
4 naught,/
which he mightly/
caught.

From a Parked-Car Question Late At Night: Self Discovery Inspired ConTEXTing Poetry: What Cyrano/Dave Wants

Twice 2nite/
the message came./
Sleeping and waking,/
the answer’s the same:/
Some1 with whom 2b/
enthusiastically/
passionate/
who can give it back!

“I Don’t Get It, Poetry”: an IMbic Romantic Sonnet

I don’t get it, Poetry.

Pentameters iambic;

Rhythms Pedantic;

Imagery.

 

Words that

Try to rhyme

Sometimes;

But frequently don’t.

 

Stresses and Meters

That fit in a beat,

But they only succeed

In confusing the reader.

 

I don’t get it, Poetry.

But I get the romance you write to me.