Up To Date Poems - Poems about Up To Date

In today’s society, as each man lives his life, he is entitled by law to have only one wife. The sweetest question to my future bride Stephanie would be my own words, “Stephanie, will you marry me?” Of course, she replied with a very elated “yes”. She promised me to provide a life of happiness. However, one problem showed from the...

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Wait. To you, she's “La Lopez”. To me, “Jen”, always. Doyenne of “Anaconda”. A date, indeed! You’d have me narrate the gravamen, say how it was? She was a ten. Great, she seemed. Or perhaps an eight. But never again! Well, she doesn’t like real men. Cheapskate, too. I’ll tell you straight, it all went bandy when, as our train pulled out...

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It was nineteen-eighty and I felt great - off to the carnival with Brenda on a date. Am I really going out with this beauty? Showing her a good time - that was my duty. Under the stars, on the intramural field, her excitement for the rides was unconcealed. The stars and lights flashed in her pretty eyes - it was...

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Sponsor : Tom Woody Contest : Black Hole Love Submitted: 16/7/25 _____________ “Love embodies in millions of forms and frequencies, not all known. Its intrinsic nature is detachment, with eventual dissolution into Godhead. The challenge is learning to move towards detachment using sensory reality, individual soul history & experiential phenomenon to achieve...

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In sepia tones, the echoes twist and sway, When shadows stalk the moments lost to time, A spectral dance where ghosts of youth hold sway, Their laughter mingles softly with my rhyme. Each birthday brings the weight of fleeting light, As innocence drifts gently into night; The storms of change laugh cruelly from afar, While memory rides the mist—a faded star. Oh, how...

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the date it was late when my date entered the kitchen closed, but the waiter served We had gateau with white wine, but he refused to give me red wine as it doesn't go well with cakes she drank a whole bottle and got giggly at an outdoor kiosk, I bought two hot dogs, one with mustard, the other with ketchup, I ate...

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Two opposites, unknown of their fate, Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late. From one end of the country to the other end. Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end. Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met. From hesitant texts and calls, To glee when texts and calls are received And...

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Red eyes might grow... What pure mind don't show. White eyes might cook, What dirty mind can't hook. Clean hands could build of fold... What plan A can barely withhold, Filthy hands might weigh of cheers, What plan B does rarely adheres. Crazy heart might run bloody metre... While calm vein don't shy as repeater. Lovely heart could walk lonely garden, While lousy vein can't...

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Carbohydrate, pleased to meet you. How happily I greet you. Pull up a chair, let me seat you. And now, I will eat you....

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They call it blind because you're unable to see If their good looking, broke or have all their teeth Taking alot of time to get to know the inner person Sharing common idiosyncrasies and other emotions This person makes you so happy until it's unreal From these long conversations good is how you feel For the first date you're wondering...

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date sooth smooth honey taste fresh summer fruit sweet...

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. i love when you play dress-up eve but i can see your pantiez ...

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The Date. Sat in a pub talking to a woman of no substance other than she wore a skirt and had boobs. Pub closed, I was allowed to follow her home through dreary streets fine rain and yellow street light. I kissed her dry, bloodless lips We parted. Walking back to the seaman´s hotel. She stood by a bombed-out church and had damp hair. This is...

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Mr. Peanuts' Big Blind Date I Like To Call The Scrub Jays: "Mr. Peanut..." - I Treat 'Em All - Like They're The Same Bird. Mr. Peanut Always Shows Up The EarlyBird... -Shocks All The Mourning Doves -To A Panicked Disarray... Grabs The Big YummY Peanut On Top That I Left Out For Him... And Drops It To The Ground Super Fast! Then Knocks All The Corn All Over And Sunflower Seeds...

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Erotic prayers are typed like tattoos on her virtual skin. She clutches at this man; prints his likeness over her tongue. His words are as close as a bedtime story told to her flesh. An ethereal fruit grows ripe, nearly tactile, hung from dendrites where desires open. They meet at the verge of a vision, still conversing to distant screens. Motel doors slam....

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