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Writing endearing short love poems means that your recipient feels much closer and much more special to you after she reads your love words. I imagine the recipient would be your spouse. Writing something that makes her feel special is about your partner feeling understood, received, seen, and appreciated. It means you get who she is, and most importantly, she feels that you understand her.
By De Ji Yue3 years ago in Poets
I know many of you out there who love love. You know who you are. You are the ones who love when you see friends getting together. You love when people fall in love. You almost get a high when you experience love. You crave love words and romantic messages. You love surprises, chocolates and anything romantic. You probably have a lot of passion and flare.
By Shi Wei3 years ago in Poets
No infallible advice can be given on how to write a poem because poets develop their approaches in time. Nonetheless, here are a few exercises to generate the raw copy.
By Sal Tori3 years ago in Poets
He called before midnight “Was that the taxi you requested?” Like everyone else Calling and waiting, waiting and crying
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Where is the female bird? The female bird is dead. Where is the male bird? Here comes a cat. ate it with its skin and bones.
By Wimble Huhman3 years ago in Poets
Which dog howls louder? The Yapping Pup, little-pawed, Or the wise old hound? Swift to insult a master, Knowing they cannot compare.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Poets
When you see me you see what maybe seen is a foolish man You ask yourself, why is he so eccentric? What made him say, do, or ask that?
By Sheng Long3 years ago in Poets
Thirty candles now top off your cake This party tonight must feel like your wake You’ve dreaded this day with each somber tear
By Kris Griffith3 years ago in Poets
I’ll put them all together – gussied up like the ruffled panties of the eighteenth century, waves of forbidden delight
I'll tell you a story of a girl that I know - She tired of life and wanted to go; Into a world, a most magical place, Little did she know she'd get there post-haste.
By Jenna 3 years ago in Poets
I must be a mess A horrible, horrible mess Colors are a raging ocean of beautiful blues Waves crashing into the dunes
By Frank DeSonia 3 years ago in Poets
A castle with high walls historical and old hidden in the hills surrounded by fields. A wonderous old building once housed by
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
