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serenity blaze
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0 posted 2007-12-30 03:38 PM




My Love


Your skin glows like the cumquat, blossoms moribund as the foxglove in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your lute voice and leaps like a rhinoceros at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great wren wing.
I am comforted by your brassiere that I carry into the twilight of penbeams and hold next to my bellybutton.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of latte'.
As my pinkie falls from my blue jeans, it reminds me of your tape.
In the quiet, I listen for the last leaf blower of the day.
My heated kneecap leaps to my baseball cap. I wait in the moonlight for your secret curtain so that we may shank as one, kneecap to kneecap, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical endorsement of love.

Blame it on the Love Poetry Generator!
http://www.links2love.com/poem_generator.htm

(caution: content may vary according to word choices--don't blame me if it is deemed inappropriate!)

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Balladeer
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1 posted 2007-12-30 06:25 PM


Of course you didn't. It has Toerag written all over it!
Susan Caldwell
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since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348
Florida
2 posted 2007-12-30 10:50 PM


"shank as one"

*snort*

LMAO

good stuff.

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

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3 posted 2008-01-01 01:35 PM


My Love


Your skin glows like the orange, blossoms always as the morning glory in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your guitar voice and leaps like a giraffe at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great goldfinch wing.
I am comforted by your robe that I carry into the twilight of truthbeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of milk.
As my leg falls from my dress, it reminds me of your lies.
In the quiet, I listen for the last racket of the day.
My heated neck leaps to my scarf. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bed so that we may run as one, neck to neck, in search of the magnificient cerise and mystical you of love.


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Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada
4 posted 2008-01-01 03:31 PM


My Love

Your skin glows like the Passion fruit, blossoms stimulating as the venus fly trap in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your lute voice and leaps like a elephant at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great osprey wing.
I am comforted by your loincloth that I carry into the twilight of Light beams and hold next to my pimple.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sewage.
As my freckle falls from my loincloth, it reminds me of your Face.
In the quiet, I listen for the last cackle of the day.
My heated artificial limb leaps to my hair thinamajig.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret shoe so that we may stink as one, artificial limb to artificial limb, in search of the magnificient puce and mystical Whichamacallit of love.

Happy New Year!

TomMark
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since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133
LA,CA
5 posted 2008-01-01 06:10 PM


My Love

Your skin glows like the Peach, blossoms soft as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your harp voice and leaps like a flea at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great toucan wing.
I am comforted by your fiber that I carry into the twilight of gluebeams and hold next to my hand.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.
As my finger falls from my cotton, it reminds me of your lip.
In the quiet, I listen for the last chirp of the day.
My heated toe leaps to my silk. I wait in the moonlight for your secret hair so that we may chew as one, toe to toe, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical wine of love.

Ceinwyn
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VA
6 posted 2008-01-04 03:44 PM


Hilarious! Mine is not appropriate...

If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried.

iliana
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since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434
USA
7 posted 2008-01-05 02:58 AM


OMG these are funny.  Here's mine:

Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms luminous as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your harp voice and leaps like a gazel at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your skirt that I carry into the twilight of candlebeams and hold next to my hand.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my face falls from my blouse, it reminds me of your picture.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of the day.
My heated finger leaps to my jeans. I wait in the moonlight for your secret cookie so that we may run as one, finger to finger, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical wall of love.

Poet deVine
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8 posted 2008-01-05 12:03 PM


My Love


Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms moving as the daffodil in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a kitten at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great peacock wing.
I am comforted by your hanky that I carry into the twilight of skybeams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of raindrops.
As my hand falls from my shawl, it reminds me of your voice.
In the quiet, I listen for the last sigh of the day.
My heated fingertip leaps to my sweater. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bottle so that we may shake as one, fingertip to fingertip, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical kiss of love.

serenity blaze
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9 posted 2008-01-05 12:43 PM


Well now.

I was just thinking it would be a challenge to make this thing produce pretty poetry, and so far, PdV gets my vote! That was actually tolerable.

Too funny.

Poet deVine
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Hurricane Alley
10 posted 2008-01-05 07:31 PM


Yea but I cheated...read everyone's first and tailored my answers to sort of make sense!! I am so ashamed!!
Dee
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since 2000-08-19
Posts 2330
Queensland, Australia
11 posted 2008-02-23 07:37 PM


I can't stop laughing...

My Love


Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms silky as the daisy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your harp voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great swallow wing.
I am comforted by your tie that I carry into the twilight of bathbeams and hold next to my leg.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of quicksilver.
As my arm falls from my dress, it reminds me of your book.
In the quiet, I listen for the last purr of the day.
My heated eyes leaps to my coat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret waterfall so that we may silent as one, eyes to eyes, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical day of love.

Roniece Dawson-Bruce
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since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia
12 posted 2008-02-26 08:44 PM


Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms beautiful as the jasmine in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your recorder voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great blue wren wing.
I am comforted by your jumper that I carry into the twilight of shedbeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of vodka.
As my leg falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your bike.
In the quiet, I listen for the last barking of the day.
My heated hand leaps to my pants. I wait in the moonlight for your secret peddle so that we may ironing as one, hand to hand, in search of the magnificient red and mystical tree of love.
LOL!!! I think I got my doing words mixed up !! but I like the tears of vodka!!   RDB

Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight.........

vlraynes
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since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...
13 posted 2008-03-17 11:26 PM


Was just peeking in and happened to see
this and couldn't resist playing...
is the closest thing to 'writing'
I've done in a long time...

My Love

Your skin glows like the kiwi, blossoms flexible as the tulips in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your saxophone voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great cockatoo wing.
I am comforted by your t-shirt that I carry into the twilight of camerabeams and hold next to my shin.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of puddle.
As my eye falls from my slipper, it reminds me of your lamp.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whistle of the day.
My heated elbow leaps to my jeans. I wait in the moonlight for your secret tripod so that we may tremble as one, elbow to elbow, in search of the magnificient amethyst and mystical image of love.

Thanks for the smile and the laugh, Karen...

"When the power of love overcomes the love
of power the world will know peace."
--Jimi Hendrix

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