Can you write an original Saint Valentines poem please?

Shazy 02/10/2018. 11 answers
Arts & Humanities Poetry

11 Answers

Ibis405 02/12/2018.

If I were a cabbage divided into two,

The leaves I'd give to others the heart I'd give to you.

ugly duckling101 02/11/2018.


Roses are red

violets are blue

candy is sticky

just like you

a poem stuck to my heart

painted...... piece of art

a smile i see in my sleep,

who's eyes light up the dark?

Your not like them...

they can only *****

and moan a

i thinks they are homophone:)



at the end

of the valley

i walk


and broken

Piper 02/11/2018.

good idea sir....

THE BANNIBAL ONE 02/11/2018.

Yes,but seeing the mood,this is better.

Tears of the Red Rose

Walking though Nagasaki,

the smell of flesh in the air,

Hiroshima,nothing is left there,

doesn't anyone even care?

He drops a red rose.

Burned villages in Vietnam,

bodies are left to decay,

Raped and killed for peace,

what is there left to say?

He drops a red rose.

Cambodia,Pol Pot rules,

heads stuck up on poles,

Others used as footballs,

the bell continues its toll.

He drops a red rose.

Desert,an endless storm,

civilians slaughtered for oil,

Troops torture with cattle prods,

as the Earth turns in toil.

He drops a red rose.

Sudan,a hell hole,no hope,

walk for water,get raped,

We ignore, making excuses,

the bottom of the barrel we scraped.

He drops a red rose.

Walking through America,

nothing is shared for free,

Except for mindless violence,

we are down upon our knees.

He drops a red rose.

The only tears you see are God's,

the Angel's,even from Jesus himself,

The way of the world today,

A one way ticket to Hell.

Did he drop a red rose?

I suppose but the apathy is apalling,

sickness replaced our sanity,

We listen hearing the end is calling.

Money,greed,control and vanity,

manufactored insanity.

Where do our priorities lay?

tears fall as he drops a red rose,

and silently walks away.

The Bannibal One.Jan.26,2018.


Anonymous 02/10/2018.

Please read Cyrano de Bergerac.

Keno 02/10/2018.

Roses are red

So is wine.

Come to bed you sexy swine.

Craig 02/10/2018.

Sit on my face

Sharon 02/10/2018.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue

I'm rubbing my c o c k (or c l I t)

While thinking of you

Edward 02/10/2018.

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Without your c*u*n*t

My **** would rust

Nikki 02/11/2018.

winter snow, spring, summer, fall, all pass;

winter is life that lasts,

for it leaves only life, not beauty or wit or color, as friends we have aged.

poldi2 02/10/2018.

Done. Anything else you would like done...