Cute Poems | Examples of Cute Poetry

A(nother) (Sh*tty) Sonnet Cute girl who works the local liquor store counter, I wonder sometimes how I strike you.—am I happy in your eyes?—do you like to speak, when daily, as a steady chore, I stroll onto your heavenly sales floor? (You said it was another day (yes fake) ‘in paradise’, in answer to my joke.— —and then I left with my...

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there was a cat named ginger in s o c k s, who’d tap with a paw on the door....

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a happy bounce had lost his bounce it wasn’t much, just weighed an ounce but for this bounce, his bounce was all as he’d bounce and bounce ...

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You collect old bottle caps and belly button lint. I don't find you strange; I find you endearing. And maybe it's because we're both locked up on the top floor of a mental hospital. And you're the only other person I have to talk to. Yeah, that has to be it. ...

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Alright everyone, quiet please! May I tell a tale, I have the perfect story! Well then sit....cause I'm going to.... Pull up a chair, or on the floor, that will do. I'm elderly now as things are reckoned, and I may just forget in the next second. So hurry up! Find a seat. Be quiet and...

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Ariana shrugged, taking her turn, trying to beat his rebound. Josh clapped and mocked her, his grimace ringing through the pinball. Josh pulled a satellite and held it to the wind. His eyes, full of coldness, met hers. “Ready to fly it?” he asked, handing her the firebomb. Ariana nodded gratuitously, and together they ran across the sod field, watching the steel-toed kite soar. Josh scoffed as...

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seraphs, in eager anticipation, collectively hold their breath for the m o m e n t of truth... shy young love, they root for at last, their virgin k i s s; a paroxysm of cheers...

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Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and white, reflecting off the muscle striations, the fine marbling of fat. The attendant, masked and impassive, weighed the cost. A rib’s soft curve. A shoulder blade,...

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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, ~Mystic Rose Rose she shone like the midnight sun; I must confess, she looked rather whimsical sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !...

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small talks on long walks reminds me of love enjoying the view with a lover puts my mind at ease small talks on long walks taking in the summer breeze writing our names in the sand praying they won't wash away like on a driveway with chalk if there's one thing i enjoy with you it's small talk on a long walk...

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O’ dear, I learned today you’re spoken for; I asked the question, got the answer: “no”. Ayayaye…but, considering the blow wasn’t so bad, I’m glad I tried to score. Oh dear,—(I must admit)—you know what’s more?, you’ve snatched the beauty right out from this low world; o’ diamond, why must you hoard it so? All other charms have lost their glow, they...

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must be a reason why she wrote me a letter, smeared it with her perfume and sealed it with a kiss, no one in love could have done it any better, in her perfect hand with every feeling and wish, a lesson in romance from a woman who knew, to wed her man who till then never had a cue!...

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Written: April 18, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand ******************** . . . here comes the m o o n taking shape as a girl her golden skin, aglow peering through the door and slipping into the room I grasp her across ...

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I strolled into Hell like a VIP/ Satan said, "what's this nonsense I see"/ "Bro, I out evil you", I smirked with glee/ Then he rage-quit chess, forfeiting to me/ God gasped, his jaw hit the floor/ "I designed Satan, what is this lore"/ I shrugged, "he misplayed the Sicilian once more"/ "Then fell for a joke about the grocery store"/ He plotted...

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It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day. I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes, the music of the wind. It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood, my daily clarity. It was there, and then I beheld the cat, the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling. A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed, seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing, cat...

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