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Romantic Poetry for Beginners by ~deviantkupo:icondeviantkupo:





Romantic Poetry for Beginners

Not a [random object],
or a [random object],
I give you my [emotion].

[Nice word, begins with "H"]

I give you my [outer space object] of [emotion],
And [verb] with your [body part] in the [season] of our [emotion].
Everything reminds me of you,
From the [nice outdoor place]
To the [nasty outdoor place]
To the mention of [space related place]
To the [quiet noise] of the [weather phenomenon].

You fell from [religious paradise] and landed [in/on] my [bodily appendage].
I looked into your [adjective] [colour] eyes
and saw [anything vaguely religious]

In your name I [verb]
and [verb]
and in my [body part]
I write your initials:
[letter]
[letter]
[letter, optional]
[letter, optional]

But that's all gone, now.

You met a [gender] called [videogame character].
He had a [fruit] [colour] [transportation device].

You [verb, meaning "ran"] away with [gender] to
[country] to raise [animals] and
sell [wicker product] and destroy
all the [emotion] I ever had.

[Insulting explitive, optional] [Insulting explitive, optional]
[Insulting explitive, optional]


[Insulting explitive, optional]
©2004-2009 ~deviantkupo
:icondeviantkupo:

Author's Comments

Following in the trend of my previous For Beginners series I present you with:

Romantic poetry.

Fill in the blanks with your own imagination and a beautiful (or terrifying) piece of romantic musings will be yours. Free. Of. Charge.

If you feel you have a truly beautiful (or, more likely, hilariously perverted) poem derived from this then post it in the comments.

Thank you!

Preview image taken from the stock of the incredibly pretty ~twistedelegance

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:iconstrou:
I tried to have a go.

Strou



Not a Proton Pack,
or a Vacuum Cleaner,
I give you my Hunger.

Happyness.

I give you my Greenhouse of Love,
And Comb with your Back in the Winter of our Anger.
Everything reminds me of you,
From the Brothel
To the Firey Pond of Hell
To the mention of Venus
To the Sigh of the Thunder.

You fell from Heaven and landed on my Earlobe.
I looked into your [adjective] Hazel eyes
and saw Mrs Endeanrowe.

In your name I [verb]
and [verb]
and in my Buttocks
I write your initials:
N
U
T
S

But that's all gone, now.

You met a Transvestite called Chuckie Egg.
He had a Bannana Green Teleport Box.

You Legged it away with Transvestite to
Mexico to raise Swans and
sell Tea Bags and destroy
all the Emptyness I ever had.

Cunt. Wanker.
Anal Excrete.


Shithead.
:icondeviantkupo:
hahaha

I was laughing at the proton pack and didn't really stop!!

Wheeee!!
:iconmental-sex:
i would do this
BUT IM INSANE
SO I AM LAZY
DAMN!

--
don't think, feel
:iconarkaizer:
Hehe, feels like Mad Libs XD
:iconbubblehead:
at some point i probably didn't follow the directions exactly. i did this out of spite anyway. not out of spite to you, just out of spite.

Not an apple
or an orange
I give you my despondency (blue devils)
hidden
I give you my trial of bedtime blues,
And find you in the cracks in your skin, in the fall of our inevitability.
Everything reminds me of you,
From the crossing station
To the midnight yards
To the mention of backward spaces
To the whisper of the hand of God .

You fell from our promise in the garden and landed on my lips.
I looked into your nothing blue eyes
and divined the cause you slaughtered

In your name I sigh
and laugh
and in my mind
I write your initials:
a
n
ti
pathy

But that's all gone, now.

You met a soul-less called blue (devils).
He had an apple orange six-shooter.

You shot away with soulful to
hinterland to raise wolves and
sell dream baskets and destroy
all the really actual ness I ever had.

Hell. kittens.
brood-bitch.

Fucked.
:iconklark-kent:
Not a Mushroom,
or a mouth full of ceamen,
I give you my pole.

Honestly

I give you my huge throbbing pole of love,
And play with your eyelashes in the autumn of our passion.
Everything reminds me of you,
From the city dump,
To the sperm bank,
To the mention of Uranus
To the "BBBLLLUUURRRPPP" of the Fat guy on the end of the street.

You fell from Honalulu and landed on my love pole.
I looked into your shiny green eyes
and saw an angel with a huge penis

In your name I cried
and jacked off
and in my foreskin
I write your initials:
P
R
O
S
T
I
T
U
T
E

But that's all gone, now.

You met a pimp called Mario.
He had a lemon red pimp wagon.

You limped away with the pimp to
New Jersey to raise funds and
sell yourself and destroy
all the ceamen I ever had.

Bitch Whore
Limp Wristed Donut Puncher

Sexy little Cum Receptical.

As you can see i clearly have sex on my mind and it is not a good thing. This is dedicated to my Mum. :D.

--
:superman::sing: If i go crazy then will you still call me Superman :sing::superman:
XxxXxxX
~powerpuff-girls
XxxXxxX
~kryptonian-fan
XxxXxxX
~Buffy-fan
XxxXxxX
~Angel-vs-Buffy
XxxXxxX
~BrandNewClub
XxxXxxX
:devfromautumnt
:icondiddilly:
Not an Intergalactic Space Monkey,
or an apocolyptic spoon,
I give you my concern.

Haribo

I give you my black hole of desire,
And implode with your unit in the winter of our jealousy.
Everything reminds me of you,
From the squirrel infested wood
To the burning park
To the mention of a galaxy far far away
To the whisper of the monsoon.

You fell from the top of the church and landed in my eye.
I looked into your HUGE greeny/bluey/browny (you know the colour) eyes
and saw that pervert of a preist from our parish!

In your name I buy things on ebay
and sell them on to your unsuspecting family
and in my heart of hearts
I write your initials:
L
O
N
G

L
I
V
E

T
H
E

T
A
I
L

But that's all gone, now.

You met a man called Kirby.
He had a lemony lemon blimp.

You fucked off with Kirby to
The Isle of Man to raise Emus and
sell Wickermen and destroy
all the flatulence I ever had.

Fuckidy McFuck Fuck

Darn!

:confused:
:icondeviantkupo:
Waking up and reading that. I almost pissed my pants.

It was that good!! :lmao:
:icondeviantkupo:
Hahaha, yes, I notice a lot of sex in there.

I have a question about your last comment, though:

"As you can see i clearly have sex on my mind and it is not a good thing. This is dedicated to my Mum."

Erm. Yeah.
:iconklark-kent:
Lol, i thought i'd freak you out a little. :P.

--
:superman::sing: If i go crazy then will you still call me Superman :sing::superman:
XxxXxxX
~powerpuff-girls
XxxXxxX
~kryptonian-fan
XxxXxxX
~Buffy-fan
XxxXxxX
~Angel-vs-Buffy
XxxXxxX
~BrandNewClub
XxxXxxX
:devfromautumnt

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