Dating Poems
#dating
Dating poems, poetry about dating, searching for love and starting a new relationship. Poems about online dating apps and websites and poetry about blind dates, first dates, bad dates and finding love in unexpected places.
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:18pm
Yesterday 11:18pm
Ways to end a first date...
Handshake unless you see him pick his nose.
He wore his finest Goodwill clothes but hasn't
brushed his teeth since childhood!
Hug unless you can smell his BO from 4 feet away.
He was homeless with a: WILL DATE FOR FOOD sign.
You were sick of eating Big Macs alone!
Kiss on cheek and a thank you. Friend zone.
Too polite. Keep his hopes up. Keep him around to borrow money, run errands and move furniture.
Restraining order because he doesn't understand the word "no". Just say NO to surprise amateur pap smears.
At...
He wore his finest Goodwill clothes but hasn't
brushed his teeth since childhood!
Hug unless you can smell his BO from 4 feet away.
He was homeless with a: WILL DATE FOR FOOD sign.
You were sick of eating Big Macs alone!
Kiss on cheek and a thank you. Friend zone.
Too polite. Keep his hopes up. Keep him around to borrow money, run errands and move furniture.
Restraining order because he doesn't understand the word "no". Just say NO to surprise amateur pap smears.
At...
#dating
#LookingForLove
19 reads
1 Comment
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:43pm
Yesterday 1:43pm
Only At The Surface
It never really stops does it?
This need to be seen
to be cherished in some way
But in these fickle times
in considerations sporadic
we really don't get to the meat
of what we're all about
The surface rarely tells the story
fears and expectation
clouding this process
And if no one asks any questions
how to we get beneath this
to the good, messy parts?
Our tears and laughter
can both be a gateway,
sometimes vulnerability
can enhance sensitivity
In the end,
do you really want...
This need to be seen
to be cherished in some way
But in these fickle times
in considerations sporadic
we really don't get to the meat
of what we're all about
The surface rarely tells the story
fears and expectation
clouding this process
And if no one asks any questions
how to we get beneath this
to the good, messy parts?
Our tears and laughter
can both be a gateway,
sometimes vulnerability
can enhance sensitivity
In the end,
do you really want...
#confessional
#dating
#relationships
31 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 5:15am
1st Jan 2025 5:15am
To be a dude for 3 days...
#dating
#men
#sex #women
#sex #women
106 reads
9 Comments
Riotgirl
Slytly
Slytly
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 5:45pm
29th Dec 2024 5:45pm
Neglected
Oh, sleep, your mistress, I see she’s won,
While I sit here, the NEGLECTED one.
Drooling on pillows, what a display—
Is this your idea of foreplay?
You pick your bed, so soft, so still,
While I bring fire, excitement, and thrill.
But no, you snore like a lumbering beast,
Ignoring the fact I’m the real feast.
Dream on, genius, enjoy your rest,
Because clearly, effort’s not your best.
I could’ve been laughing, dazzling, divine,
But no—your loyalty dies with bedtime.
Next time I call, and you...
While I sit here, the NEGLECTED one.
Drooling on pillows, what a display—
Is this your idea of foreplay?
You pick your bed, so soft, so still,
While I bring fire, excitement, and thrill.
But no, you snore like a lumbering beast,
Ignoring the fact I’m the real feast.
Dream on, genius, enjoy your rest,
Because clearly, effort’s not your best.
I could’ve been laughing, dazzling, divine,
But no—your loyalty dies with bedtime.
Next time I call, and you...
#boyfriend
#dating
#obsession
46 reads
1 Comment
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 10:56pm
28th Dec 2024 10:56pm
A Still Life, What Becomes of the Fruit
All anyone wants to do
is split me,
thumbs in middle to part
through skin tender
as a mandarin’s,
peel me back
to see my center,
drink from both halves,
leave the fruit exposed
to rot and then ask me
if I really expected
more
is split me,
thumbs in middle to part
through skin tender
as a mandarin’s,
peel me back
to see my center,
drink from both halves,
leave the fruit exposed
to rot and then ask me
if I really expected
more
#anger
#dating
#fear
#lust
#sex
144 reads
4 Comments
Amonet
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 7:00pm
28th Dec 2024 7:00pm
Dates And Maturity
#aging
#dating
#love
31 reads
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:16pm
20th Dec 2024 11:16pm
Lover Girl Syndrome
I can fall in love with anyone if you give me 3 days and a common thread. And I think that's my problem. I don't want or like cautiously climbing for the sake of saving face or being rational. I want to love them, and I want to do so now. This most recent boy? In 3 days, I imagined waking in his arms to snow outside my bedroom window. And he said he wanted casual. What the fuck is casual? I only know seeing someone and showing them a portrait of my perspective. That's how I love people. I want to show them magic and now I am terrified to be that. I have to DM someone and ask them "how...
#dating
#FallingInLove
#loneliness
#love
#lover
104 reads
3 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 5:16am
10th Dec 2024 5:16am
Fruit Puzzles
I try to picture you in my life,
sometimes it is hard.
It often feels like
you complete the impossible
puzzle that I have
broken my back hunching over.
Then sometimes
I worry you might
be holding some pieces
behind your back.
The thought scares me.
I desperately need
my life to fall together
like a nice fruit bowl
at the...
sometimes it is hard.
It often feels like
you complete the impossible
puzzle that I have
broken my back hunching over.
Then sometimes
I worry you might
be holding some pieces
behind your back.
The thought scares me.
I desperately need
my life to fall together
like a nice fruit bowl
at the...
#dating
#LookingForLove
#love #lover
#love #lover
106 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 3:08am
2nd Dec 2024 3:08am
What will it take
For sure what I'm saying might be, happening in someone's own personal life, For sometimes down the very roads of our lives, that we will shed some tears in the silent of the darkness of our lives. But yet it's not over when you cry out in silence, while you are trying desperately not to cry. But instead you chose to fight back, the deepness of the truth of the fears that will haunts, you mostly in the wee hours of the night. For always remember that what doesn't kill you, only makes you that much stronger than you think. 🤔 For sure it's gonna be hard just to forget, about that part...
#dating
#FallingInLove
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#StreamOfConsciousness
104 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 11:54pm
1st Dec 2024 11:54pm
Why we do what we do
There comes a time in each of our lives, that we have to learn to walk away from the very darkness of deepness, with it's negativity that draws us into a different kind of space that's out of this world. 🌎 For sure my question. ❓ TO you is more beneficial, to the well being of your insanity that has taken, over your life even your thoughts and dreams. For my question to you. ❓Why do we do that what we do 😞 when it comes to our relationships, as we choose to stay in a bad situation. For is it out of the love that you have not yet truly received, for is it that you...
#dating
#ForbiddenLove
#LifeCycle
#LookingForLove
#misunderstood
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0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 7:50pm
24th Nov 2024 7:50pm
Make Sure That He Truly Loves You
Be proud to be who
you are even if you are
embracing a shirtless guy.
And don't forget to
make sure that he truly loves
you before getting married.
you are even if you are
embracing a shirtless guy.
And don't forget to
make sure that he truly loves
you before getting married.
#dating
#dialogue
#kindness
#lover
#sensual
121 reads
7 Comments
elysian
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 10:47pm
15th Nov 2024 10:47pm
look away
It had to end.
After months of staring into a
mysterious pit,
my irises, seeing through, looking past,
could no longer bear to reflect the sight
of a
rotting
suburban wife.
After months of staring into a
mysterious pit,
my irises, seeing through, looking past,
could no longer bear to reflect the sight
of a
rotting
suburban wife.
#choices
#dating
#fear
#grief
#marriage
62 reads
0 Comments
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