Best Tinder Poems


The Tinder Poem

We swiped left, then swiped right. Mostly out of curiosity or just to get through another boring night.

I swiped left, you swiped right. It can be that way or the other way around.

I swiped left and you also swiped left. Now we can never meet in person or maybe that’s just our fate.

I swiped right and you also swiped right. I guess we made the right decision, is my assumption precise?

Yeah! So maybe we met on Tinder, but  someday I hope to put a ring on your finger.

The Tinder Box...

The tinder box...what little can be spent...
Fueled by it over use...nothing remains...
Nothing...empty to carry on...
The over worked...conditions...
Years of honest labour...
Can life...not remain inside...
Looking at  the hits...and marks...
As good as others...Why...
Why is it being put aside...
To old...its still good...
The fuel it use to fire...
Is all around...if not...
It will rest untill some is found...
The tinder box...the one sitting around...
© Kari Koivu  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Tinder

Tinder
well-known
on heartless shores.
Is pitiless to all
Grant





10/17/20915
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Tinderbox

Autumn's at the mercy of unscrupulous wildfire
A tornado igniting forest walls with leaves aswirl
Flames of colors rare radiant orange sapphire
On glowing wind-borne embers storm, they twirl

October fires, dubbed the season of the witch
Destroying two hundred thousand acres in route
An unmerciful fate leaving a scarred barren ditch
Fierce arid gusty storms are furnaces in this drought

An exploding tinderbox from hades whence it came
A raging menace, water and powder could not rescind 
Cherished homes and lush land now go up in a flame
Engulfing the timbers like matches invoked by wild wind

Be warned all pyro’s, the witches of Witch Creek set on fire, 
Their smoke will fill your mouth, to tell what you’ve done prior!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Tinder Grant - Ninette

gone
is the
man who showed
such great courage
on these heartless shores
hard to believe
Tinder Grant
not here
gone


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10/12/2015

Contest - Ninette

Sponsor - Silent One

5th place win
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Tinder Swindler Is a Spindler

The so called Tinder Swindler is a Coward
He is a Joke
One Netflix documentary and the pathetic little man
Vanished in a puff of smoke
An imaginative guy whose games are over now
Plastic surgery may transform that face
But the evil that resides in those eyes and soul can never be replaced!


Tinder

I installed the tinder app,
Hoping that a match could fill my heart's gap.
But I used to swipe left or right,
Just to get through another boring night.

Then I saw my crush on tinder,
What on earth she is doing here still I wonder.
Thousand thoughts ran in my mind,
But when it comes to her I am blind.

Even if I give her super like or swipe right,
Still there won't be no light in my night. 
Because for her I am a stranger,
As if I am some kind of danger.

Should I swipe left,
Where nothing is left,
Or should I swipe right,
Where nothing is right.

Confusions,memories and thoughts ran in my mind,
But no solution I could find.
I couldn't close the app then,
Because one day I would have to face her again.

No matter what happens my feelings for her will always remain the same,
As my heart always screams her name.
Hoping for the light in my night,
I swiped right.

So I installed the tinder app,
Hoping that a match could fill my heart's gap.
But then I saw her on tinder,
And I swiped right hoping that one day I would put a ring on her finger.

Tinder

Tinder :

Wedding Rings :

As I swiped right,
At the heart of new love.
At the new age escape,
For finding one another.

I read new stories,
Repeated many times before.
I read of many interests,
Common to all other.

In their sense of uniqueness,
I found a deep sense of similarity.
Sort of like true sense of love,
Of my all experiences and expectations.

The people in poses,
Too perfect for perfection.
The love we found,
Too seemed too defeated.
Like the last resort,
Trying to make a new beginning.

But here we find happiness,
A  Present secret true love feeling,
Which I have never feel before in my whole life,
Love I suppose,
Needs new escapes.
In today's destructive,
And timeless age.

So,I placed a ring upon your hand,
and you placed one on mine..
The meaning of our wedding ring
we easily define:

It means we now are one,
in becoming future hubby and wife.
It means total commitment,
forever in this life.

It means togetherness
in everything we do.
It means our love will ever be
pure, sincere and true,.

It means as hubby and wife,
we commit to do our part.
This little band, upon our hand;
Is a promise from each heart.

Feelings Harboured


Busily flicking possibilities, swarmed faces swum
Fishes flipped fast before the following 
Murky harbour deep, screen swallowing
Clear impression of traits innate to individual ones


Flash of fin colour, gleam of sleek opalescent flank
Specimen slide best sides on show
Shallow images only clues to know
Intention is an open heart or a self engrossed wank


Beginner on Tinder thrown tasty bait in the deep end
Victim to fisher desiring a dinner
Real reason so seldom admitted
Deliciously caught before thoughts on loving depend


School density indicates potential pool hasn't a limit
Hanging keen line back in again
Hook mouth acrews horrid pain
Superfluous organs scatter float faithful love's inhibit 






                     11th November 
  

           - Damn internet cheapening 
               of our valuable hearts - 


    Harboured feelings a f ucked up game

Premium Member Tinder Surprise

I was hoping to find a new lover
I would find one one way or another
For online romance
I lowered my pants 
And quickly swiped left on my mother

Premium Member Love From Tinder Grant

Love from Tinder Grant,
so tender, and wishing me it all,
it all, before he flew away.

Tinder, Tinder,
the magic recall of his name
now he has gone.

He must fly back,
and tender love again to me,
oh, Tinder, gloriously.

Grant it to happen soon
oh gods high up above,
that Tinder comes to me.





10/13/2015
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.

Neurological Tinder Box Doth Hotly Kindle

(okay, yukon axe me whatsapp pinning, 
     though beep pre spired, cuz mess sigh key
     threads experience didst rub burr raw 
     as if spun as a micro spindle.)

Woolworth (Penneys on 
     the Dollar Store) Sears electronic,
     dynamic and atomic weight
cumulative decades of suppressed
     crackle, snap, 
     and pop, triggering

     psychotic sans tete a tete
legal tender visa vis
     bit coin block 
     chain payback daily
     quotidian fits and starts
     trigger torrential spate

impinging ability to relish potential
     existential joie de vivre
     finding me (I rate)
analogous to suffocating
     unbearable pressure, yours truly
     doth eek quate

     to Metallica Mega-death
accessing, hammering, and pinpointing
     (excel lent lee powerfully)
     every square inch
     of mine pate
strewing, sparking fiery

     fingerhut sized explosions,
     and slamming incessant
     psychological torture akin to
     a pernicious hidebound mate
and as of this date
November 20th two thousand eight

scored entrenched occupation
     of my fifty plus
     shades of gray matter
     becoming more agonizing of late,
where suicidal ideation,
     where repressed self hate

sprung from cumulative
     (albeit cloudy with
     a chance of at least one
     meatball i.e. me) psyche subject
     to verbal whipping (yours truly),

     the gloating mean
     bullies didst denigrate,
without doubt half life of
     Matthew Scott Harris

     aint at all great,
yet to some degree, this saturated
     scorpion poisoned, mauled
     and jackknifed fate
in some measure
     duet hoo war ton internalized
 
     emotions griffins
     hound, feast, and delight
     (more so ravenously
     throve) on Hawaii,
     and seamy to Maui
     didst successfully, (particularly

     throughout earlier decades)
     emasculate, under estimate,
now (in retrospect) execrate
at invisible monster
     on par with beastie boy

     Doctor Frankenstein didst create
only upon death doom
     he part wretchedness
     will hoop fully abate.

Premium Member Celestial Tinder

Enclosure of the Moon 
capturing cosmic glass;
The stars swirl around it;
An abysmal swallow;
Dreams drawn like a magnet;

Enclosure of the Moon, 
transmissible panache;
Tumbleweeds on the wind
so the dark sky shimmers;
Taking everything in; 

Enclosure of the Moon 
reveries wrap around
with a fiery whimper;
Hoping a wish will catch 
celestial tinder.

Tinder Lacks Tenderness

Hub for the hopeful
             Bevy of potential sent screenside
             Embellished profile 
             Scerricks of authenticity required

              Jackpotted currency
              drops golden hot potatoes
              Speed swiped discovery
              Divides maybes from 'not those' 

             Loin lain choicest
             upon stainless steel counter
             Gut hunger cloistered 
             By lush cuts unsurmounted

              Lustre ravishing 
              Imploring pupils, strengths flared
              Faults vanishing
              Stall holders spruke shiny wares

              Descriptions flimsy
              outline inability to converse
              Decisions to loiter, with whimsy
              Human facets far more diverse

              I'm looking for
              a person to worship me
              Need harks insecure
              Bolstering sought erroneously 

              Suicided profiles
              never reappear, withered
              Through friend turnstyle
              For fresh pasture given

             Additions become
             assets happily acquired 
             Featured favourite someone
             Love's inbox enlivened 

             Subtracted chances
             ride aesthetics' cruel camel 
             Shifting sand dances
             Will end in itching, damn you


                  
                             D I S C L A I M E R
    Use it,  - young determined and undamagable! 
    Swing a leg over pout mouth gallavanting camel

Tinder

a fortunate match
a union once asunder
let our passion burn

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