She didn’t know I’d/
dreamed of Tinkerbell since I/
was a little boy.
Tag Archives: romantic poetry
Losing Himself In Her Eyes: Romantic Email Haiku
He gazed into her/
deep eyes, and thought how eas’ly/
he could lose himself.
Slipping While Climbing: Romantic Blogging Sonnet
He tried to climb/
to her lofty peak.
Companionship sublime/
was what he’d seek.
He lost the right path/
along that high way.
Trying to create laughs;
he failed in what to say.
As he fell and slipped/
down the mountain side,/
he murmured to himself, tight lipped:
“That wasn’t how I should have tried.”
He wondered: Could he try again, change and repent/
now that he was sure where the correct path went?
Birthday Gifts To One Who Has Everything: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
It’s her birthday. All/
I want to gift her is my/
changed and reformed life.
She Wants To Be My Personal Shopper: Romantic Country And Western Email Song
The pretty girl
in the satin dress,
starts mocking me me
when I don’t look my best.
She doesn’t care I’ve been out
workin’ up the land.
Tryin’ to feed my family;
doin’ what I can.
She thinks she knows best
how a man should look.
She subscribes to GQ,
but that’s not my style book.
So how can she be
a personal shopper for me?
She can’t match my faded blue jeans
with my v-necked Ts.
She’ll try to dress me up;
‘cuz she knows I’m handsome but…
How can she be
a personal shopper for me?
I’ll have to admit
I can clean up real nice.
When I’m not in my work clothes
I make the women look twice.
Yup, most women say
my tux makes me looks great.
Maybe not 007.
But certainly 008.
But I’m not into
what lots of women say.
I’m a one woman man
and I like it that way.
So why would she be
a personal shopper for me?
She can’t match my v-necked Ts
with my faded blue jeans.
She may try to dress me up;
she knows I’m handsome but…
How can she be
a personal shopper for me?
She’d like dress me up;
but looking good for her’s enough…
So maybe, privately,
she’ll shop personally for me.
Or maybe, privately,
she’ll dress
to impress
only me.
Ready Or Not: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
What if I, at last,/
am ready and she, after/
this long wait, is not?
Wooing Versus Being Creepy: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
If she liked me “that/
way,” she’d like my attention./
She doesn’t and won’t.
Some Like It Hot: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Each time I nearly/
scald myself, I recall how/
she liked to shower.