A Rose, Knelt: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

A rose, knelt,/
at a dance,/
is scarcely a precursor/
to true romance.

Nor does it show/
any gentlemanly side./
It simple shouts out/
for attention, with pride.

Much more kind/
is the man who just/
treats women with respect/
and so gains their trust.

For ’tis not with the outward loud showing,/
but with inner kindness which sets women’s hearts glowing.

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Giving Up My Seat For The Beat: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

When an old lady,/
dressed in pink, wants to groove to/
the beat, give your seat.

Carpooling Blonde Query: Romantic IMprov (Almost) Limerick

She a cool, tall blonde/
Of whom I could be fond./
Does she want to carpool with me/
To see what kind of gentleman I’ll be?/
Or just to save gas?

Miss Spelling: Romantic Improv Haiku

She misspelled “You’re”. Should/
I correct her or be a/
polite gentleman?

Why Older Men Can: Romantic IMprov Poem

Older men have the ability/
to caress and hold beauty.
to gaze into a face serenely.
to understand her thoughts completely.

To be tender when the moment requires;
to fan the flame of her deepest desires,
and yet,
when she’s vulnerable
to protect her;
to always be able
to not neglect her.

To dance with her in the snow;
to take her there, where she wants to go.
To do a slow waltz in the driving rain
while passersby murmur “That couple’s insane!”
and to hold her close and warm and secure,
and respond: “Not insane. Just in love … and quite sure!”

And then, at the end, to dry off her head,
and not want to hurry off to bed,
but to sit by the fire,
and listen, instead,
to her heart’s desire.

That’s what a kind, brave and true
older prince of a gentleman would do.

When Honored Wooing is Requested: Romantic IMprov Email Sonnet

What you request, I can’t
honor and chat,
(or, at least, I shant)
like “that”,

because
as you say,
in your own way,
the man who thus texts does

not show the courage,
nor the communication skills
to cause the heartfelt thrills
of a well-mannered, gentler age.

So instead, as you cunningly suggested,
you’ll find, with this sonnet, your phone number requested.

What a Gentleman Would Do: Romantic Email Poetry

What a funny, witty
romantic gentleman would do
upon meeting a woman as pretty
as you.

He’d take a moment
do drink her all in
(with the glance of a gent;
not a smirking grin!)

He’d open the door
then stand aside
as she crossed the floor
and wowed all inside.

He’d lead her to
a quiet table by the glass,
and would do what gents do
(at least those with class):

He’d help with her jacket;
assist with her chair.
(Not to cause fuss nor racket.
It’s how a gent shows he cares!)

He’d make some suggestions
(perhaps without wine,
not wishing to dull
a visage such as thine!)

With bright conversation
kept witty and light
they’d explore permutations
of topics through the night.

And then when the evening
so swiftly had past,
he’d be a gentleman,
and walk her at last

to her transportation
or her door, depending how they’d met,
and, without hesitation,
discuss without regret

of the great time he’d had
and she would agree.
Then he’d send her to bed
(just not too early).

And thank her sincerely
for her depth, style and grace,
and mention, most clearly,
he hoped to see her face

soon, rather than late.
And she’d reply, saying: *I can’t wait!”
That’s what a gentleman, and lady, would do
(at least if I were me, and you were you!)