What are the implications of writing a short poem to a girl? is she going to assume I'm in love with her?
The truth is, it will heavily depend on the girl in question. And, there aren't that many girls left who appreciate artistic expression of admiration and adoration. Without a doubt, the younger she is, the more corny you will come off. Older women may have more tact, and some may even appreciate the gesture.
Consider that we don't live in the eighteen-hundreds anymore. Social media is where it's at these days. Not to mention, most media tend to make a mockery of men who endeavor such outdated methods of romance, often painting them as insecure, frail characters.
>is she going to assume I'm in love with her?
Depends on the content of the poem really...
I mean, she's not goin' to assume it's about love when you write;
>Violets are blue,
>Roses are red,
>I want to choke you,
>And party when you dead,
Unless she thinks you're some sort of psycho, she aint gonna assume that's a love poem. It's a hate poem.
A second poem, that has nothing to do with love, just as an example, will be about a girl at my workplace that I unlovingly refer to as "deathstare bitchface";
>Head down, I won't even look at you,
>Despite not looking, I've seen you so many times,
>All in different forms, shapes and sizes too,
>The cold hearted bitch, without her own way, continually whines.
>The expressionless stare, that others might find hard to read,
>Through it, I see a lack of a soul,
>While others filled with emotion, drip it out and bleed,
>The truth is, you're not whole.
>I once played a game, to poke the bear,
>I gathered my courage, and asked you if you needed any help,
>While walkin' over, I felt the cold, of that dead blank stare.
>Expecting "creep" or some other insult to be thrown, not so much did I get, as even a little yelp.
>That in truth, was the scariest part.
>You were nice, flattered and seemingly warm,
>I terrifies me, how well you pretend you have a heart,
>But I see the real you, devoid of all but scorn.
Not lovey, at all.
haha that's pretty good
Ok here it goes:
tu cabello dorado.
Brillante sonrisa que ilumina.
Estrella titilante, que sin querer hipnotiza.
Blanca piel como la Luna,
Igual de lejana...
Como tú no hay ninguna.
Google translated that stuff:
your golden hair.
Bright smile that lights up .
Twinkling star , who accidentally hypnotizes .
Skin white as the moon,
Equally distant ...
As you no .
DESU, content wise, she's gon' think you're crazy about her desu senpai.
She works with him. Do you know how awkward their relationship could become if OP is even a little dorky?
A poem is something that you write for somebody that you love or care about deeply. Some girl at work that you find hot doesn't meet those conditions.
>A poem is something that you write for somebody that you love or care about deeply
>Why the fuck would you create art for someone you aren't emotionally invested in
These posts implying I like "Deathstare Bitchface".
They are wrong.
She is not a person, or a sex object. She is a social landmine I maintain a cautious nature around, treading lightly as not to set her off - possibly the biggest threat in my work environment.
OP, you can write and create art about whatever the fuck you want. Shit, Bloodhound gang make a song called "I hope you die", so why not write a poem called "let's bang, friendo".
I mean shitposters on 4chan are probably the worst people you want critiquing your poem, but if you can win over a bunch of emotionally numb neckbeards then I think you can handle a qt3.14
Better review your sexual harassment policy first. This is a big risk. It will most likely make things really awkward between you two or worst, you'll look like a creep. If you do it, do it out of the workplace and not at any work-related event.
First thing is, does she even like poetry in the first place? If she does, it could be very effective (and your poem isn't half bad).
I've gotten a few. Rejections are hard with or without poems, it's not really different.
He would only look like a creep if the poem was actually creepy. It really isn't.