Pick Up Poems - Poems about Pick Up

Insidious is internalized inception What's real with all these questions? Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in Broken legs but I still chase affection These walls are my blank expression My mind is the home I'm trapped in It's lonely inside an unfinished mansion The sharp truth most people gaslight themselves and don't even realize it... Have I detached so...

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It's your choice to keep going. It's your choice to heal. It's your choice to reflect. It's your choice to look at that broken reflection and to see a warrior. It's your choice to quit. It's your choice to stay broken. It’s your choice to reflect. It's your choice to look at that broken reflection and...

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I met her at a place I dine along a lonesome road I tried to think of a pick-up line I went into clever mode. But they've taken all the pick-up lines I didn't want to offend a date Should I buy her, her choice of wines? I spent ten minutes in that debate. Then I asked her if her name was Google,...

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I got some bad news the other day Heart failure immenint, his genes at play While the doctor was talking to me All I could think was why god me But then I sat and had a thought It's genes at play, it's not my fault But here is where the problem starts My whole life has been a deck of...

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mozzarella man flattering pizza phrases Creepy cheesy bland...

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I could easily throw you over my shoulders and feel warm and comfortable for the rest of my life. Your nose has such a pretty uplift, if I were a cricket I would have to ski off of it. I knew you were interesting and intelligent before you opened your mouth by your choice of women to talk to. You remind me...

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Roses are Red, Violets are blue, you are so hot I have fallen in love with you. You stole my heart , the moment we met Butterflies caught my breath Now be my valitine ,my one true love, soul mate my love....

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There was a lady called valentine, famous for red roses And the day for people to say ' be mine ' Love is the word of the day , romance is at play And the whole world is in unison with valentine infusion....

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I've bought a whole pound of Red-Hot Candy If you'd share it with me, would be handy I'd offer a chocolate bar But my thoughts have gone ajar Seeing you draped in curtains organdy ...

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I’m not the best good-looking guy. I burp a lot. I’m very shy. I’m sure I’m going bald real fast. That odor is the gas I passed. I snore at night. My skin breaks out. My breath smells like old sauerkraut. My palms are sweaty. I do cross stitch. But honey dear… I’m filthy rich! ...

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There’s nothing up my sleeve Nor inside my old hat But here inside this bag Is more than something that… Is not quite typical For a first date, but oh well About what seems to some As a bag from hell But no that’s not the case For hell is not the place That has filled this edgy bag That seems so out of place But she...

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A week passed, yet no words drifted in my mind I feared I'd become numb and poetically blind so, I gave up, went to bed and turned off the light but in the very next moment I screamed in fright! "Procrastinator!" My Muse yelled, in a huff. "You are made of much stronger stuff!" I slid beneath the covers; she threw...

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PICK UP LINES Liverpool are called Reds, Run mouths than turn heads; Put the lofty hearts to their beds. London will always be Blue, Pick-up my lines if it pierces through, I'd love to be duplicated into you. Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 25th February, 2023....

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Was it insanity or brilliance that stood calling my name? I woke out of a deep sleep, disoriented, desiring an explanation. My heart was beating triple time. Was this a heart attack then? Don’t be any crazier than you have been, urged my persnickety muse. Let’s get up and write something. I knew it would not be anything that could...

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It was a beaten down old rusted out 1948 Ford pick-up truck. But it was mine for a mere twenty six dollars and nineteen cents. Don’t ask how Grandma came up with that price. The exact amount I had in my piggy bank. It did not run, but I was ten. How much driving can an unlicensed ten-year-old do? All summer...

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