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.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 7:53pm
20th Mar 2024 7:53pm
Twas Some Party Last Night
Erica woke naked and laughed.
"Twas some party last night" she said.
Then, Erica discovered Gabriel's gone.
"Twas some party last night" she said.
Then, Erica discovered Gabriel's gone.
#friendship
#home
#fiction
#sensual
#dating
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 10:37am
20th Mar 2024 10:37am
What Happens When You Go On A Blind Date
Amelia saw a stud
named Sebastian
at a bar. The next
day, she woke with
an echo in her head.
named Sebastian
at a bar. The next
day, she woke with
an echo in her head.
#alcohol
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#suffering
#dating
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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
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 6:37pm
13th Mar 2024 6:37pm
Do Not Worry. It Will Be Our Little Secret.
"Do not
worry. It will
be our little secret."
was what Denise said to Adam
with a tee shirt on her sweaty nude bod.
worry. It will
be our little secret."
was what Denise said to Adam
with a tee shirt on her sweaty nude bod.
#friendship
#home
#fiction
#sensual
#dating
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
11th Mar 2024 1:23am
11th Mar 2024 1:23am
The One Question She Felt Like Asking
Karen woke up on Sunday.
She spotted Mark by window and smiled.
"You enjoyed your birthday party?"
She spotted Mark by window and smiled.
"You enjoyed your birthday party?"
#friendship
#birthday
#fiction
#lover
#dating
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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
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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
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 7:54pm
4th Mar 2024 7:54pm
Urging Him To Come Over
Colin
walked to the pool
and saw Julia in a
blue bikini urging him to
come over and join her at that one spot.
walked to the pool
and saw Julia in a
blue bikini urging him to
come over and join her at that one spot.
#friendship
#summer
#water
#fiction
#dating
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 6:46pm
11th Feb 2024 6:46pm
Possible Result Of Last Night's Party
Gary
opened his
eyes and
found himself naked
on the floor and with
Jennifer also
naked
and on his
bare back.
opened his
eyes and
found himself naked
on the floor and with
Jennifer also
naked
and on his
bare back.
#friendship
#fiction
#addiction
#sensual
#dating
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 7:03pm
10th Feb 2024 7:03pm
Netflix & Kill
Netflix and chill seems to be the motto, an excuse to hang out while getting all blotto!
To chill with one another, and hopefully get it on!? However, sometimes, it can go terribly wrong.
Tarquin was scrolling on Facebook, just having a gooseys, when he sees a status by a dorris called Lucy...
"Can any1 suggest any good serial killer documentaries?" Tarquin then commented underneath it. "Yes, I know plenty!"
They started to banter, back and forth on the comments, from flirting to cherpsing and chatting some nonsense.
...
To chill with one another, and hopefully get it on!? However, sometimes, it can go terribly wrong.
Tarquin was scrolling on Facebook, just having a gooseys, when he sees a status by a dorris called Lucy...
"Can any1 suggest any good serial killer documentaries?" Tarquin then commented underneath it. "Yes, I know plenty!"
They started to banter, back and forth on the comments, from flirting to cherpsing and chatting some nonsense.
...
#romantic
#murder
#violence
#drugs
#dating
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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
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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
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