Well boys, Valentine's Day is just two days away...

Had something like this happen to me 2 years ago. Still hurts like it was yesterday. Shit, why can't I move on?

:+(

what the fuck?
wasn't it December last week?

>be me
>move to Norway as an exchange student
>last night with my friends before leaving
>we ends up in a night club, I hate night clubs
>the petite blondie i'm in love ask me to leave the place
>since a year I can't thinking about anything other than her, everything is worthless without her and every minutes with her is heaven for me
>she wants me to sleep at her place because of the heavy rain
>at her place I take a shower and eat with her
>go to bed
>she comes in my room asking if I need help to make the bed
>her voice is shaking
>told her I'm fine
>she goes back in her bed
>I wake up and left her place
>.....
>can't stop thinking about her
>why I didn't said my love for her

She's a lonely girl and I am a dog on a chain

>told her I'm fine
you god damned idiot

I know.... but I'm returning home in a few months I really don't know what to expect.

How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad. Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them. Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within. Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men. Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee. Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck. How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense. My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up. Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard. Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes. The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.

Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.

Hello
Love?
I want to be your
O
R
G
A
S
M
I want to be your fun
You remind me of my mom
And how I would have felt
If I had taken you to the prom.

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

*sniff sniff*
I cry
I long for your BRAAAAAPPS
so that i may
*sniff sniff*
In joy

Pray to St. Valentine you poor fool. He'll appreciate that you didn't have pre-marital sex. If you pray to marry her he'll probably answer.

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle-
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea; -
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Love is companionship.
I don’t know how to walk alone on the roads anymore
Because I can’t walk alone anymore.
A visible thought makes me walk faster
And see less and at the same time really enjoy seeing everything.
Even her absence is a thing that’s with me.
And I love her so much I don’t know how to want her.
If I don’t see her, I pretend I do and I’m as strong as trees are tall.
But if I see her I tremble, I don’t know what happens to what I feel when she’s not there.
All I am is some strength abandoning me.
All reality looks at me like a sunflower with her face in the middle of it.

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

>love letter after two months
Bro

She ruled in beauty o'er this heart of mine,
A noble lady in a humble home,
And now her time for heavenly bliss has come,
'Tis I am mortal proved, and she divine.
The soul that all its blessings must resign,
And love whose light no more on earth finds room,
Might rend the rocks with pity for their doom,
Yet none their sorrows can in words enshrine;
They weep within my heart; and ears are deaf
Save mine alone, and I am crushed with care,
And naught remains to me save mournful breath.
Assuredly but dust and shade we are,
Assuredly desire is blind and brief,
Assuredly its hope but ends in death.

>Not writing a love letter to a girl you've not even spoken to yet
Plebeian.

All love letters are ridiculous. Would not be love letters if they were not ridiculous. I also wrote in my time love letters, like the others, ridiculous. Love letters, if there is love, must be ridiculous. But after all, only those who have never written love letters are ridiculous. I wish it were still the time when I wrote, without realizing it, love letters ridiculous. The truth is that today are my memories of those letters to be ridiculous. All proparoxytone words, like all feelings slippery, they are of course ridiculous.

I wrote my gf a poem recently (it sucks, but she loved it), but not for valentines day, since we don't like it.

> (it sucks, but she loved it)
In love, passion is more important than skill.

For Wang Lun, by Li Bai

Li Bai is already on the boat, preparing to depart,
I suddenly hear the sound of stamping and singing on the shore.
The water of Taohua pond reaches a thousand feet in depth,
But still it's not as deep as Wang Lun's feelings seeing me off.

When those red berries come in springtime,
Flushing on your southland branches,
Take home an armful, for my sake,
As a symbol of our love.

Autumn must be beautiful
In the Land of Cherry Blossoms;
In scarlet red, the maples leaves shine over the first chill of the year.
Please take this piece of willow tree,
My heart follows you to the East where lives the memories of my youth.

Shall I post it and embarrass myself?

If you wish.

---{Sage}---

>Discussing mark'ting celebrations
Become courageous.

>mfw my parents found the love letter I was going to give to my gf in high school
It wasn't terrible, but holy fuck I still cringe to this day

>Making requests during prayer
The state of pseudo Catholics on Veeky Forums

I wrote this shitty poem below, which my gf loved and thanked me for. She loved it so much that I couldn't keep her off my dick for the entire weekend. I must have cumed like 8 times over 2 days. What's your excuse? Why can't you write bad poetry and get girls to thirst for your cock?

O, Lord, hath given unto to me
Woman, to taketh for eternity
O, Lord blessed by thee
Princess, to entwine in Kingdom

O, Lord, hath given unto me
Queen, to make a King
O, Lord, blessed by thee
Goddess, to honor till we rise

O, Lord, hath given unto me
Mother, of fruits to be
O, Lord, blessed by thee
Wife, of sacred flesh to keep

O, Woman, I cannot be
O, Princess, for I build
O, Queen, the world for thee
O, Goddess, feeleth my hands
O, Mother, gift to me
O, Wife, stand by me
O, For eternity

Better than your friend seeing "suicide note" in your Recent Docs on Word

This time last year I wrote a short story for my oneitis thinking she would be my gf. No I will not post it

Nice

based

Tomorrow I will reread symposium and pretend that I'm a homosexual. Checkmate feelings.

Let me germinate your flower just to terminate the seed
I love enough to cum within but reap the sowing... come again?
I auditioned for perdition
Changed my mind about the role
"you're the actress"
"you have talent"
"you can play the cast for both"
I'm a soyboy I'm a lie
I'm leo lacking pride and I cried into your hair the first time I came inside

fuck you Stan you clam you're the shell of a man with all the male filling scooped out happy valentine's day you SIMP FUCK

You and me
We come from different worlds
You like to laugh at me when I look at other girls
Sometimes you're crazy
And you wonder why
I'm such a baby cause the Dolphins make me cry

Well there's nothing I can do
I've been looking for a girl like you

You look at me
You've got nothing left to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance
You won't sing
I just want to love you but you want to wear my ring

Well there's nothing I can do
I only wanna be with you
You can call me your fool
I only wanna be with you

Put on a little Dylan
Sitting on a fence
I say that line is great
You ask me what it meant by
Said I shot a man named Gray
Took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky

I only wanna be with you
Ain't Bobby so cool
I only wanna be with you
Yeah I'm tangled up in blue
I only wanna be with you
You can call me your fool
Only wanna be with you

Sometimes I wonder
If it will ever end
You get so mad at me
When I go out with my friends
Sometimes you're crazy
And you wonder why
I'm such a baby yeah
The Dolphins make me cry

Well there's nothing I can do
I only wanna be with you
You can call me your fool
I only wanna be with you
Yeah I'm tangled up in blue
I only wanna be with you
I only wanna be with you
I only wanna be with you
I only wanna be with you

Learn to take a hint

>let soyboy cum inside you
>get emotional and angry to the point of poetry when he displays cowardly soyboy qualities and makes you abort or raise it yourself

You sound made at him but this was on you.

>using olde english to express contemporary love

Strip the Shakespearian dialect from this poem and read it with modern dialogue and it's mediocre. Keep it as is and read it during Shakespear's era and it's mediocre all the same.

These are really good but I wish those of you who admired good poetry would brave a go at it yourselves instead of posting uncredited art.
I wish I could like it but I've never been a fan of this style of rhyme.

I already affirmed myself that it's shit.
I don't even know how to write poetry (I don't know anything about the syntax, structure, or rules of any kind). I've never read Shakespeare, or much poetry at all for that matter. Once in a full moon I'll feel an overwhelming urge for it, plus my gf loves it. In total I've wrote 5 poems in the last 2 years (before which I never wrote anything), and none of that is from planning or intent, just from feelings of love for my gf. So you're quite literally criticising the Forrest Gump of poetry. You should be ashamed.

>feels like it wasnt that long ago
>it's been 3 years since i last saw her

ce

>My last Valentine's date was 4 years ago with a girl I loved more than anyone or anything else, and have thought about every day since breaking up

The subject matter disgusts me and makes me picture you as some blue haired feminist polluted with tattoos and black nail polish, but I'd like to see you write a more refined poem that you're not so personally invested in because parts of this were good.

books for this feel?

As the heavens shine upon the running rivers
So too does your beauty give warmth to my movements

As the rain washes the dirt from the flower petals
So too does your smile perfect my blooming heart

As the dew lays upon the green-topped soil
So too does you character allow my thoughts to glimmer

As the Moon emits silver to that which toiled during the day
So too does your touch complete my every waking moment

Eliza dear with rosy cheeks
And summer eyes with light like dawn
Your conversation thrills my soul
I know that I could never yawn
Nor let my male attention turn
To thoughts of what delights you hide
Beneath those clothes, between those thighs.
Oh darling girl! My dearest love
I fear tradition's stifling glove
Will come between, but I cry
With all my might
Give me Eliza, or let me die!

This.

I physically felt this in my chest. Were someone I love to give this to me I would be literally stunned and embarrassed in my newly cemented devotion.

Oh shit, I hadn't actually realized it was tomorrow. Am I finally getting over this love stuff? I sincerely hope so, its never done me any good.

I bestow upon thee, eloquent user, my highest favor and honor, upon reciting this poem, you shall not be called a faggot on the thread on which it is posted, and all who do, will have no effect. Use this power wisely my friend.

modern i guess.
its shit ik but its a 5 min job, and in current english.
you may think im sad,
you may think im pathetic,
you might think im just throwing rhetoric,

but theres an energy in my mind thats more than potential

kinetic,

to use the word love, would feel so stupid and generic

i cant help but feel energetic, with this deep sensation and feeling,

you are an anesthetic for doubts and worries,
when my mind is racing and the anxiousness carries on,
you keep me holding on.

if i tried to describe this, wholesomeness,
id be left speachless.
because any words id use would treat it as something less.

im only here so i can say,
you mean the world and a day,

To me.

>Only and last real relationship I had with a member of the opposite sex was almost twelve years ago

Somehow I've always felt like I don't deserve to have someone, if time is an indicator of anything, I was probably right. God fucking damn Aspergers to hell, even if someone had cared, they would have had to literally jump me and scream it into my ear.

From what I "understand" about courtship these days is that its mostly a body language involved thing, how could I have ever known? I can't hardly even look people in the eye.

Nice blogpost dipshit, no one cares; either post poetry or fuck off.

You must realize she was cheating on you, right?

What did he do wrong? Can anyone articulate it? Barring the love letter and being too available.
He basically did everything wrong. He asked for permission to kiss. He got cancelled on. They only went out on her terms. Is that it?

Fuck reading this made me cringe and sad. Did u just troll me?

you're awesome and you
have a great ass
it's too bad, though,
that i just like traps

my diary desu

M.
I still think about you every day. Five years, huh? Another timeline maybe things would've been better for us then.

t. K

Treading over worn cobblestone
Quiet talking to myself alone.
"Just where are they that kiss and pass?
The tacit lover and his lass;
Two souls fated to be wed;
And scorn will set them both to bed,
But she will lie with earth above,
And he beside another love."

And sure enough inside of me
There dwells another love to see,
And breathing Eros stricken heaves
Ever moving time flowing sieves ;
And I spell nothing in the stir,
But now perhaps I speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
Our time for love is not at hand

The corn,
It breathes in you.
Pop
Pop
Pop
I taste the styrofoam
the cut of the beef,
it slides true
through gullet in twain
it blisters again,
sizzle
sizzle
pop.

I've lived in the shadow of your memory for two years now

It's cold in the shade

the fuck?

movies and a steak dinner, user.

>when you are with a man you feel like you are being taken, when you are with a nice guy you feel like something is being taken from you
>t. anonnette

more than asking for a kiss which is beyond a death knell, simply his actions weren’t masculine, instead of leading he followed. she had all the initiative, she dictated what the tempo was, her OODA loop was operating inside his so he had no chance whatsoever. when a girl cancels an previously agreed upond date with an obviously false excuse you are not to take it at face value nor confront her: she is challanging you you to demonstrate your worth by walking away. why would a woman respect a man who doesn’t respect himself. if you bend to a woman’s wishes she will never respect you that is the law everyone follows

you're too pushy, and, for a lack of a better word, a cuck.
Women actually like guys who appear dangerous... not some pussy who asks for permission, writes a beta letter after two months, and letting her pick the date details. You're a fucking meek soyboy, and she picked up on that.

Sonnet for the Blonde-Haired Girl Who Dyed Black, Who Was Lost Over Our Communal Affliction.

Basking in the quiet, sorrow-filled room
Where the morning light flecks in, and my
Eyes are as red as the looming dawn, shutting
To convey secrets to no one, hidden.
Her face, as pale and gaunt as it was then,
Formulates in the turbid mess that is
My finger-smudged, unlit laptop plane--
Her pained face, portent of perdition.
Chase me to affectionless, tired days
That I see all before me, lacking you,
Where your ashen skin and green eyes follow
This sordid path you gnashed all your teeth at.

Alone looking for a hierophant,
To afflict life into my barren hopes.

>when a girl cancels an previously agreed upond date with an obviously false excuse you are not to take it at face value nor confront her: she is challanging you you to demonstrate your worth by walking away
Why would any reasonable human being do that deliberately?

Humans are irrational and contradictory.

I haven't even talked to a girl since I got drunk and lecherous at a party last june

They don’t, it’s a /pol9k/ delusion borne from neurotic overanalysis

My wife is dating someone else and I get off to that

Another blue wren has fallen to my windowsill.
It has sat there for hours, bathing in the light and the warmth of my home. And just recently it has begun to grow restless, and is preparing to begin, to begin its journey back home.
I must intervene. My cage has grown dusty from disuse. This bird is mine.

story?

It's one of the four states of prayer tho. Glorifying, thanking, confessing, begging.

According to who?

poetry is so gay

>women
>reasonable

Be me
Write suicide note
Title it, "suicide note"
Don't suicide
Delete note
Friend sees note

Not me

Had been working in it for a while, mostly while drunk. One night I come home especially drunk and depressed. Feel so bad I feel like I'm gonna do it that night. Write two concluding paragraphs, make the retarded decision to change the title from its original cryptic nonsense to "suicide note"
Fall asleep five minutes later.
Next week I'm working on a uni project with my friend, and our draft is on my computer. He's looking over my shoulder a I load up Word on my laptop, I get a text when I click on Recent Docs. Forgot about my drunken decision from last week.
>user, does that say suicide note...
Literally the worst thing to ever happen to me

Yikes

Which poet is this again? Marvell, Donne?

Who wrote this?

I'm sorry Miss Jackson
ooooo
I am for real

>you remind me of my mom

you really fucked that one up

2 months ended in the worst breakup i've had user

why, what happened after?