Posts Tagged ‘romantic poetry’

Respect, Yet Hope: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

April 23, 2017

I will respect her/
enough to back away, while/
Facing her with hope.
OR

I will respect her/
enough to back away, yet/
still face her with hope.

That Don’t Befront Them None: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 22, 2017

When someone tells you/
your issues aren’t their concern,/
you should believe them.

Being A Good Photographer: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

April 13, 2017

She used the pic you/
snapped for her dating profile?/
Rethink dating her!The photo I took not intending it to go on her on-line dating profile!

To Beauties Watching A Moonrise: Romantic IMprov Haiku

April 10, 2017

I shall refrain from/
quoting what Shakespeare once wrote:/
Smite that jealous Moon.

Different Woman, Same Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 9, 2017

When she’s with me but/
texting him, it hurts like it/
once did. Thank you NOT.

What Tears Are These, Shed? Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

April 3, 2017

He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.

Her Quiet Statement: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

She knows that words are /
important to me. When I /
get none, that says much.

She Called 1 Minute Early: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

April 1, 2017

If I set up a/
deadline not met, am I strong/
enough to act right?

Eating Out Alone: Romantic Free Verse ImproVerse Poem Lament

April 1, 2017

I love to eat out,
but this was a different
type of meal,
a spiritual Feast, really,
and I longed to share it
with somebody I cared about,
someone who enjoyed the same cuisine
(or so i thought.)

I reached out to her
time
and time
again
but there was never
any response;
never
any indication
that she
was having
the same feelings.

At last,
as I waited for dessert,
(knowing she was not
going to partake,)
I realized
that she and I
were not looking
at the same menu.
I thought
that she might not even
be hungry.
Or that maybe
she might be eating out
elsewhere.

I learned,
again,
and was reminded,
again,
that the gut-wrenching feeling,
the butterflies,
in my stomach,
that familiar feeling
that had come around
for over a decade
was not caused by her,
nor by my hunger,
but was a result,
as it had been
so often in the past,
of my silliness,
my over-indulgent intensity.

So I asked for the check
and left.