Love Poems to seduce women

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Originally Posted by limajean

A lot of people, INCLUDING teenagers seek romance and some way to express that to the person they love. But poetry is about taste. Not everyone enjoys it being recited to them, for some it can ruin it, if recited by the wrong person. We can't make generalisations regarding poetry and romance. People just prefer different things.

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But here's the point - you treat poetry as a written form of expression, whereas in the renaissance, and the middle ages, it was an oral form of expression, in the former beginning a move towards the written. The recital then becomes a contemporary construct - back then the poem itself, I would argue, carried more power. In addition to that though, the art of the seduction poem is meant to be written for someone directly, and not to be borrowed (one thinks here of the cheap pickup lines from A Night at the Rocksbury).



Also, I take issue with this concept of "not everyone likes poetry". It's that attitude which makes people not like poetry. Even on this board, there's a bias against poetry, simply because people don't understand it. The reason they don't understand it, is because their teachers don't understand it, and merely hide behind the excuse "not everyone likes poetry". I'm as yet to find someone who actually understands poetry, and doesn't like it. I think this whole attitude in general, and the decline of "liking of poetry" one sees all around them, is simply the product of an attempted desensitization of culture into a void of capitalism - if it isn't a product, I. E. doesn't make money, it has no purpose - and with that comes the stretch towards a pop-culture, built around mass sales, and also pop-literature, and desensitization of reaction towards art. It isn't that some people don't like poetry, it's that some people aren't able to like poetry.


Poetry has been with people since the beginning - it is older than prose, and older than writing. It's like saying someone doesn't like music. The expression through poetry of feelings is the closest one can actually come to expressing feelings. Poetry stretches the actual possibility, bringing it closer to the emotion, beyond any point conversational prose can. It would seem logical then, that poetry would be a good way to express feelings.

Of course, it can't really impress beyond showing "creative power", which isn't reason to have sex with someone. But, like St. Lukes said, it shows a sort of boldness and sincerity, which has its own aesthetic implications, assuming the receiver cares anything about that sort of thing.

I love poetry i've just had some cringe worthy experiences involving poetry and people reciting it to me in the past.
I like poetry so much that I fear its recital to me (by the wrong person) will kill it.

Perhaps "Porphyria's Lover" by Robert Browning would do the trick? Anyone who has read it will know what I mean. :lol::lol:

The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listen'd with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And call'd me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I look'd up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laugh'd the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untighten'd next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propp'd her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorn'd at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gain'd instead!
Porphyria's love: she guess'd not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirr'd,
And yet God has not said a word!

It is interesting to me that all girls like a guy who reads a poem or even writes a poem to her. At first, I didn't think so and thought special kinds of ladies like this, then found something interesting about my cousin. She knows nothing of literature and doesn't like it. Whatever she reads is that of romances that worth nothing from literary aspect ... or something like this. Then I found she likes to be the persona of the poetry her bf reads. Now I think there is no need to have any literary mind and thinking one, all want to be the Juliet. It seems girls became a heroine and this makes them (of course us :D ) feel better and have a great feeling toward the guy. Once, I experience such a thing but now I try counter-poetry :lol: like the one written by Marlow and Raleigh
Marlowe’s The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Raleigh’s The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd

But it is worth experiencing being a persona on a guy's poetry specially written by himself

Byron:

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

I know that it's a bit offtopic, but mentioning songs, I instantly remembered this one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zey8567bcg

Will surely melt the heart of any woman.

(sorry, can't give any examples of poetry in English - most of it just doesn't ring for me)

Taliesin, a well-timed, subtle but ironic sense of humour will almost always "melt" my heart :p :D

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Originally Posted by sofia82

It is interesting to me that all girls like a guy who reads a poem or even writes a poem to her. At first, I didn't think so and thought special kinds of ladies like this, then found something interesting about my cousin. She knows nothing of literature and doesn't like it. Whatever she reads is that of romances that worth nothing from literary aspect ... or something like this. Then I found she likes to be the persona of the poetry her bf reads. Now I think there is no need to have any literary mind and thinking one, all want to be the Juliet. It seems girls became a heroine and this makes them (of course us :D ) feel better and have a great feeling toward the guy.

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I have experienced both opposites - the woman who loves poetry, and loves having it written to her even more, or the woman who feels indifferent and untouched by it, at times doffing the awkwardness and only claming "thanks, I like it."
I consider poetry the peak of the literary arts, and reading, writing, and reciting it well takes an undeniable talent, whether one enjoys poetry or not. Though I write very little romantic poetry these days, it seems an easy, and somewhat cliché, way to woo the right kind of woman, not that I consider myself fantastic at it. :p

Baudelaire's Invitation au Voyage perhaps? Or some Byron?

And if you'd like to persuade the girl that you definitely should... you know, "enjoy" life, then I'd suggest Marvell's "To his Coy Mistress". :P

"The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace. "(from Wikipedia)

The Flea by John Donne, prime example of a seduction poem.

Marke but this flea, and marke in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
Me it suck'd first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled bee;
Confesse it, this cannot be said
A sinne, or shame, or losse of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoyes before it wooe,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than wee would doe.



Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
When we almost, nay more than maryed are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
And cloysterd in these living walls of Jet.
Though use make thee apt to kill me,
Let not to this, selfe murder added bee,
And sacrilege, three sinnes in killing three.



Cruell and sodaine, has thou since
Purpled thy naile, in blood of innocence?
In what could this flea guilty bee,
Except in that drop which it suckt from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and saist that thou
Find'st not thyself, nor mee the weaker now;
'Tis true, then learne how false, feares bee;
Just so much honor, when thou yeeld'st to mee,
Will wast, as this flea's death tooke life from thee.

I really enjoyed Donne's Flea!

Do you think that love poems still work? I think not. If they are supposed to be read by your loved one (or you future one-night-stand) it might work. But reading it yourself - I think this has lost its "magic".

I still think Talisien's "Lumber Jack" song might win my heart. I remember, at 18, having a boyfriend who sent me poetry on everything: pictures, presents.
One day he brought a novelette for me to read; I seduced him to avoid reading the novelette:lol:

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Originally Posted by MdSA

Do you think that love poems still work? I think not. If they are supposed to be read by your loved one (or you future one-night-stand) it might work. But reading it yourself - I think this has lost its "magic".

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I don't think it has lost its magic. If you feel the love or desire that the poet is trying to convey it is just as moving as if your loved one was reading it to you.

And I lie so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
(Knowing her love)
That you fancy me dead-
And I rest so contentedly,
Now, in my bed,
(With her love at my breast)
That you fancy me dead-
That you shudder to look at me,
Thinking me dead.
(extract from Edgar Allan Poe's "for Annie")

if you are the kind of fellow to understand these lines and tell a girl that you feel for her that way(and mean it .. or at least sound as if you would)... then she will be your's (at least I would be...):)

i know there is a famouse love song in chinese,maybe ,i can thanslate it into english, i hope you can get it.
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　　关关雎鸠①，在河之洲②。窈窕淑女③，君子好逑④。
　　参差荇菜⑤，左右流之⑥。窈窕淑女，寤寐求之⑦。
　　求之不得，寤寐思服⑧。悠哉悠哉⑨，辗转反侧⑩。
　　参差荇菜，左右采之。窈窕淑女，琴瑟友之⑾。
　　参差荇菜，左右毛之⑿。窈窕淑女，钟鼓乐之。

　　

GUAN! GUAN! CRY THE FISH HAWKS

　　Guan! Guan! Cry the fish hawks on sandbars in the river: a mild-mannered good girl, fine match for the gentleman.
　　A ragged fringe is the floating-heart,left and right we trail it:that mild-mannered good girl,awake, asleep, I search for her.
　　I search but cannot find her,awake, asleep, thinking of her,endlessly, endlessly,turning, tossing from side to side.
　　A ragged fringe is the floating-heart,left and right we pick it:the mild-mannered good girl,harp and lute make friends with her.
　　A ragged fringe is the floating-heart,left and right we sort it:the mild-mannered good girl,bell and drum delight her.