10 Best Famous Flirtation Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Flirtation poems. This is a select list of the best famous Flirtation poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Flirtation poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of flirtation poems.

• All Famous Flirtation Poems

 That day i finished
A small piece
For an obscure magazine
I popped it in the box

And such a starry elation
Came over me
That I got whistled at in the street
For the first time in a long time.

I was dirty and roughly dressed
And had circles under my eyes
And far far from flirtation
But so full of completion
Of a deed duly done
An act of consummation
That the freedom and force it engendered
Shone and spun
Out of my old raincoat.

It must have looked like love
Or a fabulous free holiday
To the young men sauntering
Down Berwick Street.
I still think this is most mysterious
For while I was writing it
It was gritty it felt like self-abuse
Constipation, desperately unsocial.
But done done done
Everything in the world
Flowed back
Like a huge bonus.

 That day i finished
A small piece
For an obscure magazine
I popped it in the box

And such a starry elation
Came over me
That I got whistled at in the street
For the first time in a long time.

I was dirty and roughly dressed
And had circles under my eyes
And far far from flirtation
But so full of completion
Of a deed duly done
An act of consummation
That the freedom and force it engendered
Shone and spun
Out of my old raincoat.

It must have looked like love
Or a fabulous free holiday
To the young men sauntering
Down Berwick Street.
I still think this is most mysterious
For while I was writing it
It was gritty it felt like self-abuse
Constipation, desperately unsocial.
But done done done
Everything in the world
Flowed back
Like a huge bonus.

 UPON thy purple mat thy body bare 
Is fine and limber like a tender tree. 
The motion of thy supple form is rare, 
Like a lithe panther lolling languidly, 
Toying and turning slowly in her lair. 
Oh, I would never ask for more of thee, 
Thou art so clean in passion and so fair. 
Enough! if thou wilt ask no more of me!

 ‘Twas just a slight flirtation, 
And where’s the harm, I pray, 
In that amusing pastime
So much in vogue to-day? 

Her hand was plighted elsewhere
To one she held most dear, 
But why should she sit lonely
When other men are near? 

They walked to church together, 
They sat upon the shore.
She found him entertaining, 
He found her something more.

They rambled in the moonlight; 
It made her look so fair, 
She let him praise her beauty, 
And kiss her flowing hair.

‘Twas just a nice flirtation.
So sad the fellow died.
Was drowned one day while boating, 
The week she was a bride.’

A life went out in darkness, 
A mother’s fond heart broke, 
A maiden pined in secret –
With grief she never spoke.

While robed in bridal whiteness, 
Queen of a festal throng, 
She moved, whose slight flirtation
Had wrought this triple wrong.