Some REAL Love Poems

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By Scrapz


Poems for some of the women in my past

Here are some sample poems that I had written to various women in my life. The first is actual a short story that I wrote to a woman that I worked with and I slipped it into her purse describing the way she made me feel when I saw her in a crowd:

"The Perfect Moment

He peeked at her through the tunnel of people in between them. The people’s faces before him blurred, their sounds and voices muted. He found her gaze and their eyes locked. Dark brown, the shade of dark chocolate, sweet and bitter all at once; sweet because of her precious smile, and bitter because he could not be with her. There seemed to be no one in the crowded room but them. Someone’s unfocused head moved into his line of sight, he moved his so that he could continue to gaze into her eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off of hers, as if he was lost in a trance.

A tickle started low and deep in his stomach, it traveled quickly up into his ribs, and raced into his heart. His heart swelled, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, and then the tickle spreads outwards. His heart was suddenly warmed by this, and he could finally exhale. His whole body was covered by this warm sensation and every nerve began to tingle. The tingling feeling shot up his neck, and then into his mouth. This electric tingle buzzed into his jaw muscles and stretched back his lips and spread them open. And this feeling, this powerful sensation, made him smile. No, forced him to smile, he couldn’t help it, it felt so good connecting with her.

And she smiled back. How her smile made him feel was indescribable. He forgot all his cares, all his worries; it was like strawberry ice cream, that innocent baby smell, the feeling of triumph, all captured in that one instant when she smiled back at him. Her smooth milky white skin around her cheeks began to turn wine red, she was blushing, the color of red roses. And in that one second, the moment was perfect."


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These next two are poems that I wrote while I was in Hawaii. I had just met this girl that I was just crazy about, but I was going to be on vacation for 2 weeks to attend a friend's wedding. I did not want her to forget about me and I wanted her to know that she was constantly on my mind. So, I planned it so that she would recieve a poem from me in the mail for everyday that I was gone. Here are two of those poems:

"Thoughts of You

When I smelled the fresh untainted ocean air,

I thought of You.

When I saw all the lush green coconut trees,

I thought of You.

When I felt the warm tropical rain tickle my skin,

I thought of You.

When I tasted the golden glow of the sun setting over the horizon,

I thought of You.

When I heard the sweet melodic sound of the waves crashing against the rocks,

I thought of You.

When I encountered this small delicate heart made of precious elements

I thought of You.

I had dreamt and imagined you with me all the days I was gone.

I couldn’t bring you to Hawaii with me

So I thought I’d bring back a little of Hawaii to you.

You remind me of…..

R Kelly said his girl reminded him of his jeep…..

But everywhere I turn….

Everything reminds me of you it seems

So here are the things I must discern

Everytime I hear Cassie’s“Me and You”

I think I am calling your cell.

I thk I hafta 2 go bck 2 skul

Cuz I 4get hw 2 spel.

Saw a tow truck on the freeway

It read Jerr-Dan on the side

Weird, just like ice cream tea….HEY!

And then there’s the tank, that is ur ride.

Don’t think I can escape this

My condition might be getting’ worse

Being around u is what I miss

Man, I think I need a nurse."

This last one was a silly one. What made this poem important was there was alot of personal references that only she and I would understand. I hope you enjoy these. I will publish more of poems in the coming weeks.

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