"flirty" poems
*Sun flickered 'pon your eyes
scintillating as the seas,
dappled with the chemistry
of a thousand swooning moons*
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
She whispers
"I'm psychic"
He Gasps
"Whoa"
he said
"I bet I can read your mind"
she said
"You’ll never read my mind"
he said
He closes his eyes
Her face closer to his
He takes a peak
She leans
kissing his cheeks
He smiles
opening his eyes
"Good guess"
he said
She smiles
"I predict it"
she said
He smiles
"I am thinking about it"
he said.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Sometimes
I sing.
Sometimes
I think.
Sometimes
I feel *****
Sometimes
I feel flirty.
In the shower
I feel the
power.
I can do
anything.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
Today i met a person,
n my heart started beating fast,
together we smiled,together we njoyed n was for each other everytym,
n my heart beat turned into love,
He rang me up and said,
"I have smthng to say",
my heart beat agn started beating first ,
n i look my best to meet him,
bt whn i heard dat
"smthing "he wanted to say ,
my heart broke into pieces,
as my love didnt reach him
As i was going bck
i saw another guy , n my heart started to beat agn ,
i realized it was not "love " it was juz an "infaution"
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
She Walks By
A Beautiful Lady
And She Smiles
We Catch Eyes
Like Two Spies
She Is Fly
Sassy Little Lady
Eyes Don’t Lie
Her lips Sealed
Red Lips Stick
I Said “Hi”
Her Body Language
Gave The Reply
So Slick, She’s Sly
Keep Our Secrets
My Beautiful Lady
Walk On: Bye
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Oh, to be a poet
one must be so emotional.
Well, no. Not necessarily.
We're only really capable
of understanding feeling,
investigating our emotions.
It doesn't mean we cry all day,
or pass nights in dark rooms moping.
We have lives; come home from work
or get in on a night bus back;
it's from all this experience
that we can draw out fact.
From mundane to extraordinary
we will become inspired.
Our strength is versatility
and life ignights our fires.
So, we do not all have to be
constricted to intensity
-to ponder oh-so seriously
on what it simply means 'to be'.
We can be strong, flirty, or mean
or to the brim with confidence.
For, what does 'to be a poet' mean,
if you cannot explore yourself?
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
the Internet
is how we met
it begins all the same
the devil in me is to blame.
again,
I have sinned
but where will it all end?
rhetorical
it may seem
historical
but like a dream
starting out fresh and new
with a flirty how do you do
and **** talk to ensue
but now with another who.
I think I am clever
dancing forever
but the devil
is not careful
with my artist's soul
swallowing me whole
not special or unique
one of many you seek
sneaking in my heart
to tear apart
when will I learn
that hell will burn
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Split Personality
You wanna know what goes on in my head,
if you only knew, you would drop dead.
Anger, depression and suicidal thoughts,
maybe its all those little brain clots.
Conceited, vain and very egotistical,
confused, shocking and very mystical.
I'm eccentric, bizarre, and always unconventional,
my vision is always three dimensional.
I take the path that's less traveled,
things I do leave people baffled.
Even I don't know what I'm doing,
but trust me, I always got something brewing.
I practice in the art of deception,
I'm admired by my depth of perception.
I don't know wrong from right,
I see everything in black and white.
I'm a man you don't wanna meet,
I lie, steal and always cheat.
I'm flirty, ***** and very perverted,
if we're alone, I will leave you deserted.
I'm **** hot and always aroused,
every girl I have slowly browsed.
I love assault, ****** and ****
but I only write it for an escape.
Inside my head is torture and pain,
I'm certified and clinically insane.
Sometimes I take my medication,
when I don't, I'm on a permanent vacation.
I'd do anything to become famous,
even **** Donald Trump in his ****
I've crossed over to the dark side,
to hell, I've already applied.
There is no help for me now,
before I go please give me a bow.
I'll accept a standing ovation,
sick and tired of all the aggravation.
I used to be so nice and kind,
into heaven, I got denied.
Don't pay attention to the things you read,
I entertain you til my fingers bleed.
Ask anybody, I really a great guy,
just like REO Speedwagon, its time for me to fly.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
I want to feed on your blood
I’m so blood thirsty
So gut angry
You stood me up and it was wrong
You broke my heart so you will pay
I’ll get my revenge on you, so pretty
I’m dead angry, full gone crazy
You stood me up and it was wrong
She’s so happy, she’s getting flirty
She makes me ******* sick
I’ll tear up you’re ugly face
Rip your throat, drain your blood
Satisfy my revengeful thirst
There’s blood on my once clean hands
I love the taste, the coppery sweetness
The taste of my revenge
I’m so blood thirsty, so gut angry
You stood me up and it was wrong
She’s so pretty, getting flirty
She makes me ******* sick
I’ll smother your new *****
Choke her with my love, my hate
All my ******* anger
My thoughts of you when you hit me
Are my reminders, they feed my anger
I feel sorry for your new girl
I’m dead angry, full gone crazy
You stood me up and it was wrong
She’s so pretty, getting flirty
She makes me ******* sick
You’re so sick, the way you touch her
Don’t look for me any where
I’m all alone, cause you hurt me
I’m dead angry, you fed my crazy
You think you’re strong
But I was stronger
She was pretty, so, so flirty
And her blood tastes good in my palms
You caused her death
So you’ve read my diary?
Full of sick confessions
Now turn around, baby
I’m in your room, you’re not alone
You *****
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 8:53 PM UTC
Yeah I totally love being single!
You can do what you want whenever you want without obligations or having to think about anyone else you can flirt shamelessly with as many guys as you like, there is no pressure to look good for anyone I love that I have all this me time where I can spend a Saturday night reading and listening to the music I like without trying to decode mixed signals in text messages
I never have to depend on anyone but myself.
No one is stressing me out by depending on me.
I can sit by myself on the couch home alone when everyone else is out
And feel completely isolated, unloved and unlovable
I can feel so ugly and obsess over it
I can scroll through pictures of pretty celebrities and models and girls I know online bitterly wishing I looked like them and could be like them so that maybe someone would notice me and give me a chance
I can scream at the radio for playing stupid love songs
I can eat ice cream and chocolate wondering why I am such a waste of space
Thinking of all the guys who have rejected me and dropped me over the years
Have no one to love
Or who loves me
No guy I can trust with my secrets and loyalty
No one who needs me
No one to want
Or make me feel wanted
To spend nights together
Just talking
And watching movies
Being cutesy and flirty with
Lie hand in hand with
No one I can gush about to my friends
No one I can bake for
No one I can buy stuff for, just 'cause
No one I can do random couples stuff with
No one in my life
It's pretty great.
I love being single.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
without a care in world
dancing with flirty breeze
she plays along with life
as chirping birds in trees
bathing in sunlit dew
fondling with light i see
in arms of listless wind
you bloom so lazily
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
You smile when my eyes,
Meet yours.
Which is often.
I glance around and there,
You are.
Staring me down.
I laugh and smile back,
Rolling my eyes.
Glancing away.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
Sweaters may be bad for
lonesome people. Mind you, they don't
make up for a lack of
caresses. They heat the soul;
loose ones make it flirty. But no
cashmere can kiss your neck.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Terrifying.
Ignorant.
******
Psychotic.
Unforgiving.
Over-emotional.
Jealous.
Competitive.
Manipulative.
Abusive.
******
Flirty.
Criminal.
Everything I just said.
Is the reason why I despise the female gender.
Good DAY.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:27 PM UTC
I'm considered to be nerdy
Awkward, not flirty.
They call me gay,
Because I Cosplay.
I must be a dork
Because Zelda's my lord,
And she's way cooler than any sport.
Could someone love me?
That couldn't be.
I watch too much anime,
And BBC.
I praise The doctor and Spock.
Even Sherlock.
Cause in my opinion
They're better than jocks.
Being nerdy is quite fun,
But you make me sound dumb.
We're accepting and caring
But please stop staring.
Am I making this boring?
Don't start snoring..
Just give me a chance.
I'll make it last.
We could play Skyrim or league.
Wait, don't leave!
I can be cool,
Just like you!
I can calculate big numbers in my head,
Or make a fortress out of my bed
I can be an ork, elf, or spy.
Just as long as it's allowed by the die.
I can cast spells online.
Don't worry, you'll be fine!
I can role play to the extreme!!!
That's right, I call it d&d.;
I'm proud to be a geek.
Yes, we're very neet!
We know our facts!
We're anime maniacs.
I'm good at mtg!
It takes skill to be like me.
I'm cool I tell you!
I'm grand.
But at the same time,
You don't make me feel great.
I'm a loser,
A dork
No, I don't like baseball, football, or hockey
I can't bench and I don't lift.
But I go to some pretty intense parties...
On Xbox.
My heart is bigger than my head..
No, not literally.
I'd bring you a rose
And write you a poem
You'd be my Rory.
This isn't the end of the story.
I'd love you more than
video games, Star Wars, and D&D.;
In the end,
You're always my MVP.
You don't have to lie,
I know you'll decline..
but my feelings won't change.
They'll always be the same.
Maybe I'd be cool..
If I were with you.
But that'll never be
Because you fail to see OTP.
Then again,
It's all good in the end
Because..
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Manga costs less
Than dinner for two.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Oh, my dear underwear
Why must I put you there?
Helping me be all flirty,
Glad you don’t mind getting *****
Sometimes lacy, what a trip!
Sometimes plain, sometimes ripped,
Sometimes **** sometimes stained,
You’re just one of everything!
Dearest underwear, your fate is set!
How on Earth do you let
Me go about and use you so carelessly?
Think about it is simply ghastly!
Oh sweet, sweet underwear, you’re the best!
Now go ahead and take a rest.
Go get washed! Go get well,
Before again your use is swell.
Oh my dear underwear, I’m sure you’ll understand
Why I put you there in the end!
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
U gat me thinking all *****
U gat my mind all flirty.. Or is it filthy..Hehhe
Mehn.. U gat me saying.. Yes papi
Wind on me baby
The way u move ur spine is alarming
U gat me blood all hot.. I'm screaming
Don't let go baby
Bring that body my way
U knw u ain't goin no where
Once I have got my way
U know u wld want to stay
Can't get u off my brain
Thought of u flooding my viens
Drooling over u...
I gat to have u
**** u gat me thinking *****
U make me want to be so naughty
Bring ur body this way
I have got plans.. That wld make u scream hey!!
O my.. Naughty naughty
U really gat me all hot n sweaty
I ain't leaving here alone
Come on..i knw u want more
Yes u are my Naughty lil secret
The one I cant regret
The one that i hv bn looking for
The one that always has me wanting more
My naughty naughty..
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Spiders spin webs to catch files
They tell their prey lies
They may be flirty
But they are not *****
In fact, they are the cleanest of guys
My sisters all scream
But, that's in my dreams
Because no sisters have I
Spiders are seductive and smart
They make their own art
But they only spin webs to catch flies
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 2:41 AM UTC
There will be no sunrise, without a sunset
There would be no life, if there was no death
To live is to love
And to love is to live
What would be life if there was no love to give?
I gave up on love,
And my world… it was blue.
But then of course
I stumbled upon you
You saw something in me
And took me to be
You’re player 2
I find this hard to believe
Even harder to say
But from your nerdy quirks
To flirty looks
I find myself falling deeper in love with you
Each and every day
You’re the guy for me
That’s really all I had to say,
But I hope that you’re having
A great Valentine’s Day
<3 Me
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
Last night I saw the fear in your eyes
the vulnerability seeping in.
I made you vulnerable and you hated me for that
you hated that I was the only one
who actually made you feel something
so you had to go and cheat
but I was the **** all though your inbox
says different
A flirty message with a heart faced attached
it doesn't mean anything I tell myself
he loves me.
But I never truly believed. Us girls caught
up in our heads is he thinking of me too.
you broke my heart and I want to break your spine
my therapist says letting anger out is healthy
but I actually want you to die
I want you to feel the pain I felt when I saw you with not the first but the third girl. But I was the idiot for going back.
I want you to not be able to sleep at night
Having panic attack after panic attack
wondering why you were never good enough
I want you to die
because I see in colors and you shut your blue eyes and now all I see is black.
because you said you loved me
and her
and her
my liver trying to accommodate all the alcohol just to get a weakened smile
my veins screaming for me to stop
bleeding them dry my head spiraling trying to get me to think of anything else but you
your manipulative blue eyes and your sinful lips but I am my own worst enemy
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
Being healthy is a priority
Working out brings flirty smiles
The mirror tells the truth
Nov 13, 2009
Nov 13, 2009 at 6:52 AM UTC
I wish I liked you more
When you're sober
The way you bubble over when you're tipsy
Is so enticing
I want to sip off your sweet nothings
That all wash away down the drain by dawn
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
I want to write you a poem.
It should be funny and witty!
It will declare our love with a token!
It should be endearing and flirty!
Not at all, *****
It should be about, You and me!
Could it be possible?
You & Me!
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
A flirty message, a winky face attached.
It doesn't mean anything, I tell myself.
He loves you, I say. You are his world.
But I never quite believe it,
Though I know I have no cause.
Once a cheater always a cheater.
Isn't that the phrase?
I don't want it to but it sticks.
I hate myself for it.
A kiss or two here, a request for photos there.
It wouldn't be much to an outside eye.
But to me? It is everything
My ever fragile insecurities shattered.
My heart holding on, but barely.
Did I have cause after all?
Did he mean anything he told me?
That phrase again, always ringing in my ears.
Will I ever escape it?
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
His eyes were an abyss
That I couldn't help
But fall into them
The soft charcoal black
Rimmed by even darker lashes
A flirty smirk
A careful poke on the nose
Each smile from him
Pulling me in
Further
o.g.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC