Happy Valentine's Day Poems

[Isabella Thorne]

If you won't be my Valentine
I'll scream, I'll yell, I'll bite.
I'll cry aloud, I'll start to whine
If you won't be my Valentine.

I'll frown and fret,
I'll mope and pine, and
It will serve you right -
If you won't be my Valentine
I'll scream, I'll yell, I'll bite!


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[LukkyKnight]

Red roses on days such as this do seem nice
But flowers fade quickly so here's my advice
If you're seeking a gift that's a heart palpitater
Uncle Lukky says get a pink cordless vibrator


Happy alentine's Day

 

[Isabella Thorne]

Purple is created
by blending red and blue
And I was created
to always love you.
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I smiled, I winked
I have been quite a flirt.
So here's a Valentine
because you're not too alert.
____________________

This Valentine is not a poem
because I'm not into that corny stuff.
I love you with no rhyme or reason.

 

[LukkyKnight]

I can't unwind your Valentines
I've tried 'til I've turned blue
I'm sure the words are quite sublime
And that your intent's to woo

Calligraphy in blatant red
While Cupid's aim is true
Come, lay here with me on the bed
Today's for licking you.

 

[Isabella Thorne]

A Dr. Seuss Valentine

Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake.

This is this cat
This is is cat
This is how cat
This is to cat
This is keep cat
This is a cat
This is dumbass cat
This is busy cat
This is for cat
This is forty cat
This is seconds cat
This is on cat
This is valentine’s cat
This is day of cat


pssst: now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top down

 

[naudiz]

This isn't a Valentine's Day poem, but it's my favorite poem dealing with squishy sappy love, so it's about as close a I'm going to get.

It's called, unsurprisingly, Love Poem. It was written by John Fredrick Nims.

My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,
Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen,
And have no cunning with any soft thing

Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people:
The refugee uncertain at the door
You make at home; deftly you steady
The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.

Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers' terror,
Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime
Yet leaping before red apoplectic streetcars --
Misfit in any space. And never on time.

A wrench in clocks and the solar system. Only
With words and people and love you move at ease.
In traffic of wit expertly manoeuvre
And keep us, all devotion, at your knees.

Forgetting your coffee spreading on our flannel,
Your lipstick grinning on our coat,
So gayly in love's unbreakable heaven
Our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float.

Be with me, darling, early and late.
Smash glasses -- I will study wry music for your sake.
For should your hands drop white and empty
All the toys of the world would break.

Happy Smoochies Day!

 

[Guest]

Walter De La Mare

 

[MissTaken]

To my Valentine

You smell like a flower.
You're as pretty as roses.
If I bring the camera
Will you do some nude poses?
I always wanna be with you,
Here or across the border.
I would follow you forever,
If not for that restraining order.



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