Poems About Dating Seeking Friendly Advice
#dating
Poems about dating seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
oskar
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 9:11am
21st Mar 2024 9:11am
canvas shoes in Kinshasa
The canvas shoes in Kinshasa
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she...
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she...
#boyfriend
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#dating
#crush
110 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 11:02am
15th Mar 2024 11:02am
the actor
the actor
When I was a child, my uncle played a police officer
on a stage impressed ,I addressed him as Sir?
Mother said he was an actor
When in my twenties, I wanted to become an actor
Not tiny roles and say one line, open a door
and say. "This way Madame."
No, I wanted to play heroic figures from history
not a starving cobbler in a black and white movie
there are many everyday heroes like
a man high up on a ladder painting a house should
he fall, I would break a leg or killed.
Take a cook who, after making the...
When I was a child, my uncle played a police officer
on a stage impressed ,I addressed him as Sir?
Mother said he was an actor
When in my twenties, I wanted to become an actor
Not tiny roles and say one line, open a door
and say. "This way Madame."
No, I wanted to play heroic figures from history
not a starving cobbler in a black and white movie
there are many everyday heroes like
a man high up on a ladder painting a house should
he fall, I would break a leg or killed.
Take a cook who, after making the...
#boyfriend
#romantic
#admiration
#dating
#crush
160 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
Rowena O’Riordan
Rowena O’Riordan
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
#women
#teens
#myself
#FallingInLove
#dating
164 reads
0 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 6:34am
6th Mar 2024 6:34am
single plate
there once
upon that
single plate
was a
single man,
single meal,
all kept
by himself,
eating alone,
later
if he can
find company,
find love
to stay,
now,
two plates.
upon that
single plate
was a
single man,
single meal,
all kept
by himself,
eating alone,
later
if he can
find company,
find love
to stay,
now,
two plates.
#happiness
#love
#girlfriend
#relationships
#dating
236 reads
12 Comments
Da_kwesta
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 7:10pm
9th Feb 2024 7:10pm
A Sonnet of Heart's Growth
In feelings' depths, where sorrows often tread,
A burden carried, hearts can feel misled.
Yet growth unveils, as time begins to trace,
Wisdom emerges, paints a tranquil grace.
No shattered heart, but open, like a door,
Revealing truths unseen in days of yore.
With every step, a journey to unfold,
Love's tale is written, in the heart's stronghold.
In rhyme and reason, life's poetic song,
A sonnet blooms, where healing does belong.
Through twists and turns, the heart's resilient art,
An open canvas, stitched with Cupid's dart. ...
A burden carried, hearts can feel misled.
Yet growth unveils, as time begins to trace,
Wisdom emerges, paints a tranquil grace.
No shattered heart, but open, like a door,
Revealing truths unseen in days of yore.
With every step, a journey to unfold,
Love's tale is written, in the heart's stronghold.
In rhyme and reason, life's poetic song,
A sonnet blooms, where healing does belong.
Through twists and turns, the heart's resilient art,
An open canvas, stitched with Cupid's dart. ...
#love
#beauty
#support #dating
#support #dating
239 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 1:54pm
6th Feb 2024 1:54pm
the execution
the night of the executions
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
#birth
#motherhood
#aging
#nostalgia
#dating
108 reads
0 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
10th Jan 2024 7:33am
10th Jan 2024 7:33am
A World of Possibilities
We were nothing more than friends,
But something shifted for us that
Night. It is like being in a dark room
And then someone turns on the light.
Suddenly I see every possibility with
You and us. We do not know the ends,
Only all the beginnings and all the paths
We travel on. When the flowers bloom
We cannot stop them. As we take flight
Above the scene it is like the wordsmith
In me finally stays quiet and enjoys every
Moment with you. Within your embrace
I feel safe and secure. With every kiss and
Laugh I...
But something shifted for us that
Night. It is like being in a dark room
And then someone turns on the light.
Suddenly I see every possibility with
You and us. We do not know the ends,
Only all the beginnings and all the paths
We travel on. When the flowers bloom
We cannot stop them. As we take flight
Above the scene it is like the wordsmith
In me finally stays quiet and enjoys every
Moment with you. Within your embrace
I feel safe and secure. With every kiss and
Laugh I...
#happiness
#hope
#dating
300 reads
6 Comments
Brie0077
Epiphany007
Epiphany007
Poem Published
18th Nov 2023 10:52pm
18th Nov 2023 10:52pm
Swipe
It was all hype
Definitely not my type
I was too ripe
Fell for the boisterous tripe
A voice and look bamboozled my Skype
Next time I’ll swipe
Definitely not my type
I was too ripe
Fell for the boisterous tripe
A voice and look bamboozled my Skype
Next time I’ll swipe
#dating
118 reads
0 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 6:40pm
13th Nov 2023 6:40pm
Hank
I remember the first time I met him,
I was only nine years old,
he had dropped by with a dozen red roses,
this story I have never told.
He was taking my mom on their first date,
when I greeted him at the door,
holding a bouquet of red roses,
so beautiful I could not ignore.
His smile was big under that white cowboy hat,
a white western shirt he wore,
faded old blue jeans and cowboy boots,
holding red roses, oh yes I mentioned that before.
They married not too long after,
he had easily won all of...
I was only nine years old,
he had dropped by with a dozen red roses,
this story I have never told.
He was taking my mom on their first date,
when I greeted him at the door,
holding a bouquet of red roses,
so beautiful I could not ignore.
His smile was big under that white cowboy hat,
a white western shirt he wore,
faded old blue jeans and cowboy boots,
holding red roses, oh yes I mentioned that before.
They married not too long after,
he had easily won all of...
#mother
#parent
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#dating
158 reads
14 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
travel to Porto
On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#fatherhood
144 reads
0 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 2:47am
27th Oct 2023 2:47am
Trolling the Stream
Trolling the stream, watch the yuppies go in circles.
Shallow rollers, biting the cast with the current, turning inward with the tide.
Exposed for catfish, bellies in the waves.
For bottom feeders, down the flow, over rocky terrain, unknown.
They also bite when it rains, or if there's assumed bait.
Skip a rock, watch the ripples, and they look to feed.
Hook, line, and sinker - caught.
Used for bigger fish in deep, still waters.
Shallow rollers, biting the cast with the current, turning inward with the tide.
Exposed for catfish, bellies in the waves.
For bottom feeders, down the flow, over rocky terrain, unknown.
They also bite when it rains, or if there's assumed bait.
Skip a rock, watch the ripples, and they look to feed.
Hook, line, and sinker - caught.
Used for bigger fish in deep, still waters.
#technology
#prose
#metaphor
#philosophical
#dating
171 reads
2 Comments
sheepskinxtearaway
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 7:47pm
19th Sep 2023 7:47pm
Damespotting
Her presence was smouldering,
and she had an intensity that attracted him like a magnet.
Before his mind was allowed to wander she sat down next to him,
her aroma pulling him in like a bluebottle into a pot of honey.
With words unsaid; their chemistry shaped the silence between them.
Electricity coursed through the haze and lead to an exchanging of names,
as those around them melted into the rabble
of an uncharacteristically busy weeknight in the west end.
It was a polite exchange with a palpable, if unreliable, subtext;...
and she had an intensity that attracted him like a magnet.
Before his mind was allowed to wander she sat down next to him,
her aroma pulling him in like a bluebottle into a pot of honey.
With words unsaid; their chemistry shaped the silence between them.
Electricity coursed through the haze and lead to an exchanging of names,
as those around them melted into the rabble
of an uncharacteristically busy weeknight in the west end.
It was a polite exchange with a palpable, if unreliable, subtext;...
#lover
#dating
#crush
#temptation
#obsession
332 reads
4 Comments
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