Love poem creator

[Rincewind]

On the poetry site I use I have found a fun page and there is a poem generator.

You fill in words and it brings up a random poem.

This is mine. Starts off OK. Goes a bit weird then dwindles into soppiness.

Enid

Your skin glows like the pomegranate,

blossoms lightly as the dandelion in the purest hope of spring.

My yearning heart rises to your xylophone voice

and leaps like a zebra at the whisper of your name, Enid.

The evening ascends in on a great raven wing.

I am calmed by your panties

that I carry into the twilight of fork-beams and hold next to my thigh.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of beer.

As my knee falls from my sock, it reminds me of your bottle.

In the hushed, I listen for the last crack of the spring.

My heated finger leaps to my throng.

I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret glass

so that we may crack as one, finger to finger,

in search of the glorious blue and spiritual cup of love.

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_fun_games/love_poem_generator.aspx

Don't know if it will work for non-members. But its a bit of fun.

[Guest Bilo]

My Love, Cheryl

Your skin glows like the pear, blossoms ugly as the chrysanthemum in the purest hope of spring.

My yearning heart rises to your triangle voice and leaps like a cockroach at the whisper of your name, Cheryl.

The evening ascends in on a great vulture wing.

I am calmed by your bra that I carry into the twilight of murdererbeams and hold next to my rectum.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of urine.

As my dead skin falls from my underpants, it reminds me of your cunt.

In the hushed, I listen for the last scream of the spring.

My heated ear canal leaps to my soiled Y fronts. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret corpse so that we may shit as one, ear canal to ear canal, in search of the glorious black and spiritual fisting of love.

[lavrentis]

Your skin glows like the Mango, blossoms Sexy as the Corn flower in the purest hope of spring.

My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a mongoose at the whisper of your name, Scarlett Johansson.

The evening ascends in on a great cockatoo wing.

I am calmed by your long johns that I carry into the twilight of leicester beams and hold next to my clavicle.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of bud light.

As my toe falls from my glove, it reminds me of your Xena.

In the hushed, I listen for the last ringing of the spring.

My heated anus leaps to my pants. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret keyboard so that we may delete as one, anus to anus, in search of the glorious sandlewood and spiritual tomato of love.

[The Doctor]

Your skin glows like the Strawberry, blossoms Benevolent as the Lily in the purest hope of spring.

My yearning heart rises to your Guitar voice and leaps like a Shark at the whisper of your name, Lily.

The evening ascends in on a great Eagle wing.

I am calmed by your Socks that I carry into the twilight of Vasebeams and hold next to my Fingers.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Beer.

As my Toes falls from my Tie, it reminds me of your Settee.

In the hushed, I listen for the last Fucking Tune! of the spring.

My heated Foot leaps to my Jeans. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Table so that we may Run as one, Foot to Foot, in search of the glorious Blue and spiritual Desk of love.

Tears of beer? Sold.

[MikeyT]

Your skin glows like the Pineapple, blossoms sexy as the rose in the purest hope of spring.

My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a sealion at the whisper of your name, Jan.

The evening ascends in on a great pigeon wing.

I am calmed by your knickers that I carry into the twilight of phonebeams and hold next to my elbow.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of saliva.

As my thigh falls from my suspenders, it reminds me of your football.

In the hushed, I listen for the last fart of the spring.

My heated wrist leaps to my sock. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret celery so that we may choke as one, wrist to wrist, in search of the glorious blue and spiritual pants of love.