Pick Up Line Poem Novels & Stories

The blush of first glances, the ivory of promises made, the wine of love shared. Seriously? A poem. No name. No signature. Just a fucking poem. I read it again slower. Then once more, because really? A four line poem? Whoever this client was, he clearly liked games. Lucky for him, I needed one. I smiled faintly, folding the note before tucking it back into the box to take home. “Alright, mystery man,” I murmured. “Let’s play.”

“What did the old lady do?” Leo chuckles, revealing his pearly white teeth. “She said the young lady making the coffee disrespected her, but when I heard the whole story, she didn't.” “She shouldn't embarrass women that way.” “Yeah, yeah.” Leo says, “now, back to the story. What was your favorite line?” “Hmm,” I swallow down the coffee in my mouth, eyes lighting up as I recall the line. “Even if you die a million times, I'll keep finding you, my love. Our souls are tied, not even time can break us.”

“Oh my God, that sounds like one of the cheesiest pick-up lines ever.” “I have a better one. Want to hear it?” “Sure.” “That dress looks very becoming on you. And if I were that dress, I’d be coming, too.” I actually burst out laughing in the middle of the sidewalk. “Oh my GOD.” “Huh? Huh?” “I don’t know if you’re going to be able to wait until the hotel room.” “Ohhhhh, I SO like the way you’re thinking.” “That was an observation, NOT an invitation!”

he smiled, “I have missed you. Surprised to hear me say that right?” Indeed I was surprised, but I’m not letting him know that, “why would I be surprised? It’s the normal pick up line for guys like you.” “Guys like me, you use that a lot and there are no guys like me. Maybe when you stop comparing me to other guys, you will come to know how cool I can be.” “I don’t want to know how cool you can be, in fact, I don’t even want to know you at all.” “But that’s not possible, pigeon, in case you have forgotten, I am your genie and I am meant to be wherever you are. It’s the natural law for genies,” he winked.

"Un pondra ilainganai manam yerkkamal marupathey pizhai! kandean un alaadhi thooimayai! En kan parthu pesum peraanmayai!" (It’s a grave mistake of my heart if I refuse you. I have seen the purity and truthfulness of your love, In the way you speak looking at my eye!) "Nuh - Nah! this line doesn’t suit. What say, Ravi?" I put up a challenging smile to my husband and winked at him. His eyes wide. He looked away when I met his eyes.

You, as a flower; innocent and pure Them, as your pickers; perverted and hasty Me, as the passer; protective and chivalrous You, as a flower; innocent and pure Them, as your pickers; successful and weak Me, as a protector; imprisoned and falling You, as a flower; bloody and bruised Them, as your pickers; successful and strong Me, as a prisoner; watching and waiting You, as a flower;

Poisoned Apple Ayame A line from A Midsummer Night’s Dream played in my head for the longest time. ‘Weigh oath with oath and you will nothing weigh.’ The thousands of ways that’s applied in my life… This is the one that matters. My promise that he’d never walk alone, against the vow I’d never do anything that could hurt them.

The fabric was incredibly thick and soft, the distinct scent of winter air and faint tobacco lifting from the cotton. Tucked into the front pocket was a small, white square of paper. I grabbed it, my fingers shaking as I flipped it over. Written in that same rough, heavy dark ink was a short message: Locker code 24-11-06. Put it on. Don't let anyone else see you look like that.

She took a peek at me with a smile on her lips, before returning her eyes to the table. I picked up the poem collection, "I want to give you this poem by Williams Shakespeare, it's titled, 'Shall I compare thee to a summer sun'. I hope you will be able to analyze it properly this time and I want you to get it at the first trial. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dr. Raphael." I gave her the collection and watched her do her thing in trying to analyze and when she was done, I realized that she was wrong. I helped her in analyzing the poem and just when I was to bring up an interesting topic to talk on, we got interrupted, by the guy.

'I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can stay Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please...' The last line is not quite there. I can’t seem to reach into my mind to pluck out the correct piece in this poetic puzzle. "It's not the right time. I have to go home and do it." I couldn't think properly. The school bathroom is not a place to write poems.