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How far into a relationship is it okay to send an original poem to a woman?
How far into a relationship is it okay to send an original poem to a woman?
I like the first one (though you're right that it does need a bit of work).So here's two. Neither is really finished. The first is a new one and this is basically it's first draft.
We are born from stardust,
Thrown off from the first naked singularity,
Before were born,
We burned in the void,
Rubbing up against each other amid cosmic eddies,
Matter calls to itself and creation arises,
The universe form from celestial congress,
We are born from stardust,
The heirs of Prometheus,
A Pentecostal flame upon our brows,
Our throats alight with brilliance,
Our words a forge with which to shape meaning,
We stand upon the shoulders of titans,
And we'll challenge the gods for heaven,
We are born from stardust,
I know because every time I kiss you,
I taste the starlight under your skin.
Okay, so that one needs some work. It wasn't originally going to be three separate parts like that, but I wanted the repetition in the last stanza. I mostly like the first stance, but the second one needs a lot of work. I like the Promethean imagery, but I'm not sure it works. It feels like it dissipates the frisson established in the first one.
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This next one is a remembering of an older one. I just moved so I can't put my finger on the old, finished copy right away. This is one is probably about 70% of the old one.
I want you,
Ever since I first scanned you,
I've wanted to upload you to my room,
Download your clothes to the floor,
And drip mega-love-bites down your trunk,
I'll give your digital divide a three-finger salute,
Double-click with my cursor,
And we'll find out if you are plug and play,
You've got "male,"
Latter on you can pick up the power cord,
With me giga-ling every time it hertz,
begging you to control me,
alter me,
delete the world around us,
and compile random,
access,
ecstasy.
That one, obviously, isn't a romantic poem. It is still pretty bad ass though.
Did anybody say anything about posting them here?So here's two.
The second poem... not sure what to say about that.
This once was a guy named JR
Who often took it too far
Now a bit more mellow
Avoiding the red and the yellow
Such limericks confined to the bar.
In the first poem, the last three lines are the poem. Scrap all the rest. The second is very romantic, but it should not be sent too soon. Make sure you like each other a lot before you send it.So here's two. Neither is really finished. The first is a new one and this is basically it's first draft.
We are born from stardust,
Thrown off from the first naked singularity,
Before were born,
We burned in the void,
Rubbing up against each other amid cosmic eddies,
Matter calls to itself and creation arises,
The universe form from celestial congress,
We are born from stardust,
The heirs of Prometheus,
A Pentecostal flame upon our brows,
Our throats alight with brilliance,
Our words a forge with which to shape meaning,
We stand upon the shoulders of titans,
And we'll challenge the gods for heaven,
We are born from stardust,
I know because every time I kiss you,
I taste the starlight under your skin.
Okay, so that one needs some work. It wasn't originally going to be three separate parts like that, but I wanted the repetition in the last stanza. I mostly like the first stance, but the second one needs a lot of work. I like the Promethean imagery, but I'm not sure it works. It feels like it dissipates the frisson established in the first one.
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This next one is a remembering of an older one. I just moved so I can't put my finger on the old, finished copy right away. This is one is probably about 70% of the old one.
I want you,
Ever since I first scanned you,
I've wanted to upload you to my room,
Download your clothes to the floor,
And drip mega-love-bites down your trunk,
I'll give your digital divide a three-finger salute,
Double-click with my cursor,
And we'll find out if you are plug and play,
You've got "male,"
Latter on you can pick up the power cord,
With me giga-ling every time it hertz,
begging you to control me,
alter me,
delete the world around us,
and compile random,
access,
ecstasy.
That one, obviously, isn't a romantic poem. It is still pretty bad ass though.
Exactly. The best poems will reflect the times you have with her and not be just random poems that could be sent to anyone. They become touch stones for remembering. Keepsakes.What is your intent in sending said woman said poetry?