Love Stupid Poems | Examples
These Love Stupid poems are examples of Stupid poems about Love. These are the best examples of Stupid Love poems written by international poets.
You never cared about me really.
It hurts to finally open my eyes and see.
Now I just feel so stupid and lonely.
I am nothing but a fool to society.
I open the door, I made sure to smile .
Although each one has been forced quite a while.
Calm yourself , I say to myself and bury my thoughts in the sand. I'm already talking too much, I try not too, and I want to prove that I can.
I feel stupid when you look my way, in that way. Like I'm your broken other half. I'll only clown and joke around , because I love to hear you laugh.
But I know how our day will end , the same as it always starts, the entire night spent sitting silently, and at the furthest space apart
How much more can one person take , how long will this pain last,. Because I cannot spend another day, pulling splitters from my heart .
(1-6-1 syllables poem).
Mind!
Stupid Cupid unkind.
Blind!
Oh lover boy whom I’ve yet to meet
Yet know as a soul so close to me
In spirit I hear it
What you wish for is but a dream
You want a wife to share life
To share delights of
Warm bed for cold nights
But why are you saying
Stupid stuff like come live with me???
I’m not and what I’m hearing
Is a man fearing
Having cake but hoping
to eat it before wedding day
Do I seriously look that dumb
Where do you find nerve
To utter such words
As if even birds like geese
Mate for life geesh
No my way is simple
I will let you down so gentle
You’ll never know how close
You came to being insanely
Happy with me as your wifey
Another Valentine’s Day alone
Singing old songs writing new poems
But throwing my heart in the hat
For Cupid to shoot red arrow at
I’m not sad rather I anticipate
I’m baking new love like white wedding cake
And my heart dances in my brown chest
Not love yet but hey it’s the best
Not a fairytale but a reality show
Full of life insights and an Afro
I’m an introvert so alone is ok
I feel like I’m not going to always be that way
Sort of my choice to not be on a date
I guess I like the dude in L. A.
So I will be patient with him and me
Let Cupid arrange our destiny
1.The world's most stupid heart,
2.You only want to love, love,
3.But at the end you always get hurt,
4.By the one you love.
5.You are a robot
6.That is programmed to give,
7.But you always get robbed,
8.How I wish in return you are given.
9.Oh my poor friend,
10.Will you ever find the one,
11.who will be your friend
12.And be your only one.
13.You are so loving and innocent,
14.You always give your hundred percent.
My mission for today
is to be kind to stupid people,
by which I mean, not the uneducated,
but 'woke' teachers, professors,
all self-serving experts, and miscellaneous
radical eggheads.
They need a donkey to care for,
for donkeys are smart
and like dogs
they will offer them life lessons.
If the donkey occasionally kicks them,
out of an excess of love,
then I would not laugh,
just smile, and hopefully,
not in any condescending way.
Is there no ancient in modern poetry?
Is there no childhood at this age?
I stare at my sixty-eight-year-old grandmother in disbelief.
You got a parrot, Grandma?
She nods, pleased.
Do you have any idea how long a parrot lives?
I hope he outlives me, she says.
I think that is a given.
I look it up.
Parrots live between eighty and a hundred years.
Isn’t he adorable? She asks me.
He gives me a hard beak look.
Outstares me.
I love him! She says.
If I die first, you will take care of him, right?
I have never liked birds after the Alfred Hitchcock movie.
I take a closer look at the feathered fiend.
Under my breath I say “you look stupid.”
“YOU LOOK STUPID!” he yells at me.
Oh, yes, I will take care of him.
7/8/22
"A stupid Battle"
So much I always had in mind
Another toke and drink of Spanish Wine
Back in flight among satellites
In multiple ways an increase in appetite
Continuing to strategize
I'm not here to 'catch a vibe'
They always try to analyze
There's nothing I have to hide
Even though it's technically confidential and classified
It is soon to catalyze
Once it's ramified
Hung up to dry like cattle hide
Cast aside
Dissatisfied
Far from pacified
It's been a sad decline
Not all shall abide
It's typically an argument and debate, rarely is it ratified
Quick to stab you in the back with knives
All these narcissists tantalize
Worldwide, way beyond Anaheim
Remember, often problems can arise
Another fool acting asinine
Trying to cut, get back in line
I don't mean to be alkaline
Just looking for my Valentine
There's no need to agonize
A stupid battle of not being able to set a glass aside
Got it all wrong, never had it right
Only concern was to love a girl like Vanna White
I imagine you’re young face
melting into the same sculpted mess
most faces of our generation do.
Are you relieved
that you did not survive?
I push my tongue hard into my cheek
forcing my features into your smile.
Pretty girl.
Ridiculous how words can change clay
into globs of sticky memory.
Now you’re a handmade doll
that sticks to mind-molding fingers.
I imagine the fine blonde hairs
on your arms,
you before your life fell apart.
Can I still love you
after all these crossed bridges
between us
and you dead?
I still want to.
Stupid girl.
1
Kindness is Knowing
Know it or not, not stupid
Universe is One
2
Kindness is never dumb
Cultures, First Peoples
Never stopped giving
3
Why First Peoples see Love
Not in textbook ways
They ask before killing food
Master Painter was a lover whom kissed his canvas portraits
After his work of arts he thought them finely gorgeous
Long lengths in time with his prime he grew to be obsessed
Of their lips, cheeks, brows, eyes and their nippled breasts
'Why can't they be all like them?' he queried as he gazed
touching up, cleaning up those that were not fazed
The wife had tried her best though ran from sheer neglect
the studio was full of girls raised up when he had swept-
Emotions and devotions, and he thought he was set free
meanwhile his once loved soulmate chose sologamy.
Oh, my boyfriend-on-demand
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mountain dew.
As my fists fall from its grip, I am reminded of your squirmy nerdy body.
In the hushed, I listen for the last sounds of pee missing the toilet.
My heated Mad Face breathes inside my hardened soul.
I wait in the kitchen for your Ugly Head so that we may break up as one, Mad Face to Mad Face; in search of the glorious breakup, it's almost sensual saying the final goodbye of love.