How would you write a poem describing a girl?
Play nice, Craic. After all, there's one born every somebody for everyone.
In the spirit of show, not tell:
Next Door is Miles Away
In a seven block ride she knows the cab driver's story.
She has re-arranged her furniture for better flow. Again.
Last month she threw a party with two hours notice.
When the doorbell rang, she got the salesman to buy her book.
The neighbors know her name but, if she smiles at me,
I forget my own.
Ehhh, nothing wondrous, but demonstrating one or two tips mentioned above.
In the spirit of show, not tell:
Next Door is Miles Away
In a seven block ride she knows the cab driver's story.
She has re-arranged her furniture for better flow. Again.
Last month she threw a party with two hours notice.
When the doorbell rang, she got the salesman to buy her book.
The neighbors know her name but, if she smiles at me,
I forget my own.
Ehhh, nothing wondrous, but demonstrating one or two tips mentioned above.
There is no "a" poem. If the women is worth writing on, then buy stock in paper and pens. Notice in your day how the thoughts of her affect every thought and phenomenon that crosses your daily. Really notice it, make it something big enough, tangible enough, to write on. Be subtle, but daring. Be an interesting person, be someone worth gaining the attentions of, and tie that underneath your words, be subtle. But dare, do dare.
yes ok, my bad ...forget that last post of mine ..damn unspirited of me.
nice jot, Tank girl.
In the spirit of things, I would add that I think using her instead of your works well on a couple of levels. on a writing basis anyway because you’re not speaking directly to the subject, its more of a sharing exorcise, less pressure and whatnot, bit more freedom
nice jot, Tank girl.
In the spirit of things, I would add that I think using her instead of your works well on a couple of levels. on a writing basis anyway because you’re not speaking directly to the subject, its more of a sharing exorcise, less pressure and whatnot, bit more freedom
ThePintSizdSlasher said:Payback by Attila because I fucked my best friends bitch in front of him at my party after he stabbed me in the back
Haha! Dude, no wonder you're having trouble writing a love poem. If this is the same chick or "Slapper", as Craic eloquently put it, then you've got your first intimate moment you can write about. Don't forget to mention the grass stains and smell of booze on her breath. Classy, man!
Haha! Dude, no wonder you're having trouble writing a love poem. If this is the same chick or "Slapper", as Craic eloquently put it, then you've got your first intimate moment you can write about. Don't forget to mention the grass stains and smell of booze on her breath. Classy, man!
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Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scrutinized.
I'm not touching this one with a ten foot pole
Even a heartfelt attempt would result in my castration
My sister would shoot me, my nieces would beat me
And once I'm dead the spirit of departed mother would meet me
And though I do believe she's in Heaven
I know full well, she'd bounce my ass
From the 'Pearly Gates' all the way to Hell
Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scrutinized.
I'm not touching this one with a ten foot pole
Even a heartfelt attempt would result in my castration
My sister would shoot me, my nieces would beat me
And once I'm dead the spirit of departed mother would meet me
And though I do believe she's in Heaven
I know full well, she'd bounce my ass
From the 'Pearly Gates' all the way to Hell
Some like it naughty, some like it nice. Some (like me) like a little bit of both! There's no one way to write a romantic poem for a girl, and no right or wrong way either except for being blatantly lewd, misogynistic, or overtly crude and disgusting. No woman likes that kind of stuff unless they're Eminem fans and I know I'm not! Basically, consider the things that you find most beautiful about her beyond the purely physical. Then, slip in some physical elements such as complimentary verses about her eyes or her hair, that sort of thing. Build up the romance in your poem, let it simmer and only let things get hot if you know she'll dig that sort of thing. Study the works of the great romantic poets of the Victorian era, some of them wrote great stuff. Byron and Shelley come to mind instantly! "She walks in beauty like the night." is a line from a poem from precisely that era and it is sublime in both its' simplicity and the beauty and sensuality it suggests. When you feel the right sort of inspiration, trust me the words will flow and you'll know you've done a good job! That's my advise about this, anyway. :D
I've mentioned it before, but it seems relevant here. One of the finest poems written to rather than about a woman is 'To His Coy Mistress', by Andrew Marvell, written about 1560. It is full of warmth, good humour and a robust sense of reality - the guy is trying to get the girl into bed and gives her all sorts of good reasons why she should go along with it, the main one being, 'Life's too short to hang around'. I don't know whether he achieved his goal, but I hope he did.
ThePintSizdSlasher said:So my friend that I am very affectionate with wants me to write her a poem... Could I get some advice on the best way to go about writing this? I want her to like it but I haven't written much poetry in a while and I've never really written anything "happy"...
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My Forever Lady
Annie,
I know we only just met twenty minutes ago
And we shared a few beers
The thing of it is
I'm a hopeless romantic
Looking for my lost lover
Is what drives me
And in my frantic search for the soul mate
That you were in all of my past lives
I've finally found you after all these years
I would recognize that fanny anywhere
My sweet Annie
Gina?
Sorry, my bad
Umm ... yeah ... you see .....
..... the name Annie is permanently stuck in my brain
Yeah, that's right
She was the first of many loves
I've had going back several centuries
We were quite the pair
A matching set of gloves
Ann ... err ... umm ... Gina,
Would you like to go for a ride with me
In my pick-up truck?
You got such a perty mouth
I bet you could suck
The chrome off my trailer hitch
Won't you put the whole thing in your mouth
Deep down your throat
Like them porn stars do on that cable station?
Bitch, please!
My soul mate always did everything I wanted
Sometimes I needn't ask
No fantasy was ever a viewed as a chore
Not a single request was treated like task
My Forever Lady
She was the epitome of class
With a sexy bubble butt of an ass
And thighs that could crush
Walnut size testicals
Even when she was a Geisha
In that foreign nation named China
An-Gina,
Don't you recollect?
Well, I sure do
We did it on one of those Great Walls
And I wrecked your vagina for every other man
Christ, my balls were sore and blue
Bitch, please!
I'm pretty certain Geisha gals aren't Japanese
Now get on your knees
Make sure you swallow it all
Try not to mess up my new Levis
Oh, when I looked across the bar
Gazed into your eyes
I knew you were the one
Oh, boy
I can't wait to get you into that motel
So you can show me all your wobbly bits
Those tits and that body of yours
Mmmmmm, not to shabby
Far from shoddy
For a women your age
Whom I usually don't date
However, I'll make an exception for tonight
For a hottie like you
My Forever Lady
Astyanax said:Some rhymes to avoid:
Tits-Bits
Ass-Class
Body-Shoddy
Thighs-Size
Vagina-Angina
Butt-Mutt
Screw-Blue
and anything that rhymes with 'Suck'.
Hmmmm ... I managed to avoid a few ...........
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My Forever Lady
Annie,
I know we only just met twenty minutes ago
And we shared a few beers
The thing of it is
I'm a hopeless romantic
Looking for my lost lover
Is what drives me
And in my frantic search for the soul mate
That you were in all of my past lives
I've finally found you after all these years
I would recognize that fanny anywhere
My sweet Annie
Gina?
Sorry, my bad
Umm ... yeah ... you see .....
..... the name Annie is permanently stuck in my brain
Yeah, that's right
She was the first of many loves
I've had going back several centuries
We were quite the pair
A matching set of gloves
Ann ... err ... umm ... Gina,
Would you like to go for a ride with me
In my pick-up truck?
You got such a perty mouth
I bet you could suck
The chrome off my trailer hitch
Won't you put the whole thing in your mouth
Deep down your throat
Like them porn stars do on that cable station?
Bitch, please!
My soul mate always did everything I wanted
Sometimes I needn't ask
No fantasy was ever a viewed as a chore
Not a single request was treated like task
My Forever Lady
She was the epitome of class
With a sexy bubble butt of an ass
And thighs that could crush
Walnut size testicals
Even when she was a Geisha
In that foreign nation named China
An-Gina,
Don't you recollect?
Well, I sure do
We did it on one of those Great Walls
And I wrecked your vagina for every other man
Christ, my balls were sore and blue
Bitch, please!
I'm pretty certain Geisha gals aren't Japanese
Now get on your knees
Make sure you swallow it all
Try not to mess up my new Levis
Oh, when I looked across the bar
Gazed into your eyes
I knew you were the one
Oh, boy
I can't wait to get you into that motel
So you can show me all your wobbly bits
Those tits and that body of yours
Mmmmmm, not to shabby
Far from shoddy
For a women your age
Whom I usually don't date
However, I'll make an exception for tonight
For a hottie like you
My Forever Lady
Astyanax said:Some rhymes to avoid:
Tits-Bits
Ass-Class
Body-Shoddy
Thighs-Size
Vagina-Angina
Butt-Mutt
Screw-Blue
and anything that rhymes with 'Suck'.
Hmmmm ... I managed to avoid a few ...........
