For Lovers

[mike-eustace]

I'm besotted at the moment and need to read some romantic poetry to feed the cheesyness inside. What has anybody else read when in the same position? Suggestions please...

ME

[geetanjali]

Read Elizabeth Barret Brownings A Mans Requirements & John Drydens Marriage A La Mode. I think Elizabeth Barret Browning can do you good ... so go & read her..

[geetanjali]

I liked your concept of taking pleasure from the small things in life & I believe in the same, but the second half of your statement is brutal. I have always tried to avoid hurting ants at home & outside. They dont have our kind of sense so we need to make way for them & not stand upon them.

[mike-eustace]

I liked your concept of taking pleasure from the small things in life & I believe in the same, but the second half of your statement is brutal. I have always tried to avoid hurting ants at home & outside. They dont have our kind of sense so we need to make way for them & not stand upon them.


it's not literal. i don't stand on ants. even spider (which petrify me) get carefully put outside :wave:

[Countess]

Here's some cheeziness from me (take it for what it's worth):

BEAUTY'S FACE
Tis this face of flawless vision
--like divine sublimity—
that shames the sweetest sunset
and palls the starriest sky

and those dark, cascading tendrils
that flow down from heaven’s grace
that disgrace the brightest meteors
as star to star they fly

save when those true, lightest blazes
are replaced by those celestial prisms
in his eyes.

And when he speaks tis love’s pure reason
that woos to melt the fickle lady’s heart
whether by word or deepest bass
her glacial temper to erase
he’ll devastate all resistance she can muster

for when he speaks the birds cease singing
and blithe angels loose their luster.

MIADONIS (A sample from two page epic)

I

A fair-faced man no greater treasure to behold,
He gleams forth like golden sunrise, like
shining silver over morning dew,
and graced by God his features to be bold,
nocturnal eyes like sky, like stars, like
crested ocean tops as they roll,

In bright daytime

She hides her face in shame,
Her fair beauty no match for his alone,
With lips like wine to her gentle disgrace,
and Delphian tresses which tenderly encase
a skin spun soft as silkworm has sewn,

He strolls like thunder flashing lightning eyes,
The noblest creature ever known.

ANd a sample from an 8 page Epic that I promise not to torture you with:

Though many would disagree
man is beauty's greatest achievement
her proudest fare, for if she'd
preen on green or flickering fall
she'd truly be fraudulent.

She knows it too, for his is the fairest hue,
tendered winter white with red roses
and a slip for lip - oh that gorgeous lip! -
a red crescent cast high in the sky
for us to see but not to reach.

Were I to die, let me die lingering
on these lips, having savored
the full flavor of their soft innocence,
their buttery caresses; pray time collapses
before the moment passes.