Wooing Poems - Poems about Wooing

Wooing her, as the ways of love Show: just let her on her own move, Attract her nor pursue, If she comes gives no clue, And chased, she seldom comes to coo. Patient, awaiting turn, Keep churning on and on, And she smiles far off from above. _____________________ Reflections |23.12.2024| money Poet’s note: Lakshhmi is Hindu goddess of money and wealth. Mythology...

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An Alliterative Pursuit Of A Lover I will firstly frankly forwardly forthrightly fastidiously befriend you. Then I will completely correctly courteously candidly chastely court you. Then whencesoever I have wonderfully wackily warmly wooingly won wed you, I’ll be free to laughingly longingly lustily lecherously lasciviously licentiously lengthily ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly...

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Where gentle winds merrily blow And twilight flaunts its orange glow Swirling imprints amber arc spun Bending beams-mauve of setting sun Prairies sway in graying shadows Wailing grief of browning meadows While garden sighs of parched flowers And ardor yawns in rain showers Pine trees breeze lilting verdant hills Enchanting hearts in wintry thrills As snowflakes vie passions of night And romance glimmers in moonlight Frigid air...

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Why do we always say falling in love? We keep doing it but we don't move, Is it because love is down and not above? Every day we're failing, we don't improve, Why can't it fly high in the sky like a dove? Why does our heart break into pieces? We give it out but they dine it with spices, We shout...

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He parted his thin lips to speak but stuttered and only broken sounds came from his breath. He wanted to express his love but uttered something that just scared his girl to death. With every vain attempt the words he muttered often sounded like the cooing of a dove and with these bird sounds she became quite fluttered much wanting to hear...

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Somewhere yonder When the fiery Sun sets for the day and the night, lurking in the wings of darkness, sneaks upon the weary world with its murky glee, I venture out with a crystal jar and collect glowworms. With stars for my eyes and winds for my wings I ride upon the ...

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always bring confidence, dedication, emotional fulfilment getting her interested jokes kindness, love, make nicknames ovations princess , queen, renamed sexy, tantalising, unbeatable, vivacious, welcoming xenia, yearning zealous. thats really hard and as you can see I failed lol, but I tried, come on soupers lets make this work any changes message me...

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Words are merely thoughts to keep flowers company; Pictures you can hang in your hall. But the faces of these blossoms, Slightly jealous of your smile, See well past the obstacles you have stored there. There is tenderness in their contemplation of the grayness in your eyes. And they mutter amidst the clutter, 'tis not the speed that makes the...

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Whenever my days seem long, And all my tasks turn out wrong, And I wish the things I had not said And feels like turning over and play dead... Ha, I sit down ruefully and I write. When someone somewhere gets hurt, When a lively flower bites the dust, When somewhere someone's heart breaks And sneaks into a corner and quietly aches... Oh, I...

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Winter`s gone,spring is here;still hanging on the barbed wire, Waiting for the proper time to hire a writer to teach me this act,which I conspire, Composing rhythms and song like a dynamic choir, This notion of making you mine;I`m not ready to retire, Staying close to you make me to perspire, Your simplicity and indefatigable traits I admire, You look so pretty...

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R ascal with a twinkle in his dark-ringed eye A morous feeling frisky under a full moon's light C at strolled by- her voluptuous tail swishing to and fro C oy glances by feline big blues O vert flirting, then invited her to dine O pulent feast of restaurant scraps made her swoon... N uptials next - rascal raccoon carried her...

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Thy complexion like an orange And thou love cabbage I have trapped and put you in bondage A love without dosage I love thy courage Even in the face of danger I have lost my rage Thy beauty not mirage I shall sail you in a voyage To discover, long forgotten age I shall speak your language With a lot of energy Then I shall be thy...

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