Poetry to get you laid on valentines day

[Anonymous No.4561992]

ITT: post poetry that you give to your significant other/valentine to get laid

I'm looking for a short poem to add to a card i' giving my girlfriend, It's gotta be EXTREMELY romantic

[Anonymous No.4562000]

Blood rushed to my loins
Making pressure around my coins
What was I to do
But give it to you
How about we pop right into the lou

[Anonymous No.4561999]

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

[Anonymous No.4562013]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I want me
inside of you

[Anonymous No.4562011]

um. she's your girlfriend. she's going to fuck you anyway if you show the bare minimum of effort. (or if you had actually gotten a smart girlfriend, she would fuck you regardless of whether or not you got some shitty card and box of chocolates because she recognizes that the holiday is stupid).

[Anonymous No.4562018]

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

[Anonymous No.4562026]

>>4561992
Don't use poems to get laid.

Just don't.

[Anonymous No.4562033]

>>4562011
>>4562011
ok, I'll clarify. in my situation, I'm gonna get laid anyway. But I want something so god damn beautiful that she sobs like a baby mid-dinner. I want something that would make Shakespeare bust a nut, I want the epitome of romantic.

[Anonymous No.4562034]

>>4562033
If that is something you deserve to have, it is something you will make

[Anonymous No.4562037]

>>4562018
my god that's beautiful

[Anonymous No.4562078]

EVERONE IN THIS THREAD IS BULLSHIT

OP you need some ee cummings

"somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond"

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15401

>nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

[Anonymous No.4562095]

>>4562078
jesus there's so much good writing here

ALSO, bonus points if it involves or alludes to nature (trees especially)

[Anonymous No.4562097]

>>4562034
This

[Anonymous No.4562102]

>>4562037
I recited from memory to my gf recently and it worked like a charm.

[Anonymous No.4562106]

>>4562034
>>4562034
sadly, I'm not the BEST writer in the world. I'm fairly decent but i mainly a graphic designer. my effort in this gift is mostly going towards designing this whole card, not the poetry in it.

[Anonymous No.4562103]

Just give her this

[Anonymous No.4562108]

>>4562078
>copying hannah and her sisters a little hard here, are we?

[Anonymous No.4562114]

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

[Anonymous No.4562122]

birthing is hard, and dying is mean
so get yourself a little loving in between.


Langston Hughes

[Anonymous No.4562123]

Have you forgotten what we were like then
when were were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth

it’s no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners

the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn’t need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water

I wouldn’t want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days

[Anonymous No.4562126]

I'll write some poetry now, give you some options

you face is so pretty
though you might not think it
in fact:
I know you do not.
You have poor self-esteem.
But don't worry,
I think you're as beautiful
as the mother god of the moon

---

our only plan is to get lost
so throw away your map
and i'll throw away mine
and we can huddle together for warmth
and get lost in each others eyes

---

the blue sea in the morning
is not as beautiful as you
in the morning.
Because you are a different kind of beautiful:
a beautiful deeper than the deepest sea
for it flows that deep in my heart.

[Anonymous No.4562138]

>>4562108
great movie, but i did hear of the poem first. it's a pretty popular one. there are some other great ee cummings poems out there that are just as nice. he's definitely one of my favorite poets. i suggest OP look into them.

[Anonymous No.4564371]

>>4562018
And then Sean Bean dies :'(

[Anonymous No.4564470]

>>4562018

I teared up reading this. I have never experienced the kind of love that would inspire such a piece and just imagining it tears at my heart.

[Anonymous No.4564566]

bump for love and delicate beauty

[Anonymous No.4564657]

>>4564566

One last bump

[Anonymous No.4564663]

Hebban olla vogala nestas hagunnan
Hinase hic enda thu
Wat unbidan we nu

[Anonymous No.4564720]

>>4564657
>>4564566
>Idealising women

The 18th century called, they want their sugar-coated fictions back

[Anonymous No.4564732]

>>4564720

As if the entire societal consciousness of today does not idealize women, and teach every young man that his life will be complete and meaningful as soon as he finally sticks his cock into a vagina.

[Anonymous No.4564733]

There are sparkles of rain on the bright
Hair over your forehead;
Your eyes are wet and your lips
Wet and cold, your cheek rigid with cold.
Why have you stayed
. Away so long, why have you only
Come to me late at night
After walking for hours in wind and rain?
Take off your dress and stockings;
Sit in the deep chair before the fire.
I will warm your feet in my hands;
I will warm your breasts and thighs with kisses.
I wish I could build a fire
In you that would never go out.
I wish I could be sure that deep in you
Was a magnet to draw you always home.

[Anonymous No.4564736]

>>4564732
>Implying that was implied

[Anonymous No.4564747]

Solitude closes down around us
As we lie passive and exhausted
Solitude clamps us softly in its warm hand.
A turtle slips into the water
With a faint noise like a breaking bubble;
There is no other sound, only the dim
Momentous conversation of windless
Poplar and sycamore leaves and rarely,
A single, questioning frog voice.
I turn my eyes from your entranced face
And watch the oncoming sunset
Powder the immense, unblemished zenith
With almost imperceptible sparkles of gold.
Your eyes open, your head turns.
Your lips nibble at my shoulder.
I feel a languid shudder run over your body.
Suddenly you laugh, like a pure
Exulting flute, spring to your feet
And plunge into the water.
A white bird breaks from the rushes
And flies away, and the boat rocks
Drunkenly in the billows
Of your nude jubilation.

[Anonymous No.4564757]

Sometimes, as I lay in my bed
trying to sleep, but failing, due to the thoughts in my head,
racing through regrets and opportunities long gone,
I begin to wonder what, if any, I did wrong.

Yet I can never find a single decision
that I'd make differently, given the option.
Because all of the choices, and stumbles in my step,
lead to you, resting your head in my lap.

So maybe I could've been famous or rich,
and maybe my life could've been better than this
according to all metrics, save one I presume,
and that metric is the love I have for you.

I tried OP.

[Anonymous No.4564764]

>>4564720

I very much enjoy the æsthetics of their physiques, there is no shame in that. I don't idealise them.

[Anonymous No.4564769]

I need more love poems.

[Anonymous No.4564772]

>>4564764
>æ

You absolute faggot.

[Anonymous No.4564777]

I love you like the child loves his mother,
like silent pits love their depth
I love you like halls love the light
like the soul loves the flame,
like the body loves repose.
I love you like all mortals love living
until they die.

Every single smile, movement, word of yours
I keep like the earth keeps all fallen matter.
Like acids into metal
so my instincts have burnt
your dear and beautiful form into my mind,
and there your being fills up everything.

Moments pass by, rattling
but you are sitting mutely in my ears.
Stars blaze and fall
but you stand still in my eyes.
Like silence in a cave,
your flavour, now cool,
still lingers in my mouth
and your hand upon the waterglass
and the delicate veins upon your hand
glimmer up before me again and again.

[Anonymous No.4564779]

>>4564772
You relative homophobe.

[Anonymous No.4564789]

>>4564757
Beautiful.

[Anonymous No.4564790]

>>4564772

I'm Scandinavian (which arguably makes me a faggot by your standards, I admit) and the presence of the 'æ' on my keyboard was most convenient.

[Anonymous No.4564798]

>>4564764
>æ

Confirmed for pic related.

[Anonymous No.4564800]

>>4564798
Why is there bread sticking up out of his collar?

[Anonymous No.4564803]

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

[Anonymous No.4564806]

>>4564800
it's neckbread

[Anonymous No.4564807]

>>4564800

He's a neckbread.

[AND WILL NEVER GET LAID No.4564808]

>>4561992
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Will you have sex with me
pls respond

[Anonymous No.4564812]

>>4564657
hot

[Anonymous No.4564814]

>>4562033
>SHE IS GOING TO FUCK ME FOR MY LOVE POETRY

[Anonymous No.4564817]

>>4564807
>>4564806
>mfw

[Anonymous No.4564824]

>>4564814
No, he said she would fuck him anyway he just wants to be super romantic

[Anonymous No.4564822]

>>4564803
at the start i thought that this will be that bloc party song

[Anonymous No.4564833]

>>4564822
i don't listen to shit music

[Anonymous No.4564834]

>>4564824
Then she's either ugly, fat, desperate, or he's really physically attractive. I know of literally no one that's attracted a girl by reciting LOVE POETRY.

You also know that maybe the poster is a fucking idiot with terrible judgment?

[Anonymous No.4564835]

>>4564798

I refer you to
>>4564790

Also, you need to work on your ad hominems; I'm not even that handsome.

[Anonymous No.4564836]

>>4564834
nothing you said in this post corresponds with what the other guy said.

[Anonymous No.4564837]

>>4564834
Or it could be a fun thing?
And you're in no position to judge. My ex gf and I constantly wrote love poems to each other(though mostly it was she writing about me, I stole poems in the internet so she wouldn't feel akward about it)

[Anonymous No.4564843]

>>4564834
>I know of literally no one that's attracted a girl by reciting LOVE POETRY.

It's like you've never even read Lacan.

Since when do women dislike talking about themselves, or men talking about them?

Never. It's what makes them cum, according to Lacan.

[Father !!2BHxvHEg4Sp No.4564844]

>>4564798

This is probably my favourite /lit/ picture. It perfectly sums up a huge portion of 4chan.

[Anonymous No.4564845]

>>4564789
Thanks! It's what I wrote for my girlfriend for Valentine's Day. It's good to know that it isn't terrible.

[Anonymous No.4564850]

>>4564845
It's really good. I can't wait until I get out of this dating business and get into a real relationship so I can get super love-covey and talk about 'belonging together' or that kind of stuff.

Did you write for last year or are you gonna tell it tomorrow?

[Anonymous No.4564849]

>>4564837
Love poetry is fucking sperg-tier, unless if you're doing it ironically. she's your ex for a reason

[Anonymous No.4564853]

>>4564843
>Lacan
What makes him worth listening to?

>>4564845
Actually it is.

[Anonymous No.4564857]

>>4564850
>I'm not happy because I don't have <position x> accomplished!

Sperges like you will never be happy

[Anonymous No.4564858]

>>4564857
What? That's not at all what I said.

[Anonymous No.4564863]

>>4564858
Yes, it's exactly what you said.

[Anonymous No.4564865]

>>4564850
I wrote this yesterday on a card for tomorrow, so this is the first time it's ever been seen by anyone but me. The last two years I hadn't had anyone to celebrate with, but I tend to just write poems for most events where gifts are necessary.

[Anonymous No.4564867]

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

-Lord Byron

[Anonymous No.4564875]

>>4564843
>Since when do women dislike talking about themselves, or men talking about them?

thats just it, though. the better the actual poem, the more her eyes will sort of glaze over after the initial appreciation. so finding a *good* poem isn't essential, she just will appreciate a poem as long as it seems nice. (unless she's smart, then go nuts). and by smart i mean reads actual poetry. and this doesn't mean "says she reads poetry."

[Anonymous No.4564876]

>>4564808
i leld. also the only poem even remotely funny.

what the FUCK is even the rest of the shit in this thread i don't even know what the fuck

try and get laid, sure, but do you really have to murder poetry in the process?

[Anonymous No.4564888]

>>4564865
>love-covey
I got auto-corrected, I meant lovey-dovey

People must love you around christmas time. Do you write rhymes on each gift as well? And it's a great poem, again, I think your partner's going to love it as well.

[Anonymous No.4564894]

>>4564875
>says she reads poetry
Never, ever, fucking believe them

[Anonymous No.4564902]

>>4564867

I like to imagine that he wrote that with his sister in mind.

[Anonymous No.4564907]

>>4564867
>She walks in beauty, like the night
I always have a boner for comparisons with nature.

>She walks in midnight, like beauty itself

[Anonymous No.4564926]

>>4564902
>I like to imagine that he wrote that with his half-sister in mind.
FTFY

[Anonymous No.4564949]

>>4564926

It's still blood, so it's all good.

[Anonymous No.4564954]

If dubs I kill myself tomorrow

[Anonymous No.4564958]

>>4564954
I love you

[Anonymous No.4564961]

Roses are red
Violets are red
I am read
But you are also
red
Because it is
It is...
Cool to be square

[Anonymous No.4564972]

Where were you when love was born between you and I?
I was home watching tv when the phone rang

You said Anon I love you

... No...

[Anonymous No.4565001]

Her bouquet cleaved his hardened shell
And fondled his muscled heart
He imbibed her glistering spell
Just before the other shoe fell

[Anonymous No.4565979]

/lit/ - Literature
>valentines day love poetry

[Anonymous No.4566021]

The forms of objects are clear.
They're distinct and rigid, you hear?
They're static, unchanging,
Save some rearranging,
But solid quite like a spear.

But the form of the spirit I say
Is fluid and shifting all day.
With peers it mingles,
Dynamic and single,
Until in another it stay.

O! What it finds in its mate
Is meaning transcendent of fate.
A sum greater than parts,
Four eyes full of hearts,
'Twill end with more than a date!

From overlap new order emerge,
Through which a great joy surge.
Between mister and miss,
Come laughter and bliss.
These spirits shall never diverge!

[Anonymous No.4566371]

>>4566021
getting laid/10

[Anonymous No.4566390]

>>4561992
my sweat
i want to eat
you out like a treat
then after you can beat my meat

sure to get you laid my nigga

[Anonymous No.4566394]

>>4566371

[Anonymous No.4566547]

>>4566021

Pretty fucking good.

[Anonymous No.4567279]

>>4566390
11/10

[Anonymous No.4567486]

>>4562114
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWcuGo0rEFo

[Anonymous No.4567493]

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh...And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new

[Anonymous No.4567501]

if i love You
(thickness means
worlds inhabited by roamingly
stern bright faeries

if you love
me) distance is mind carefully
luminous with innumerable gnomes
Of complete dream

if we love each (shyly)
other, what clouds do or Silently
Flowers resembles beauty
less than our breathing

[Anonymous No.4567534]

>>4567501
I want to stab you
right square in the genitals
the end of your kind