Love Poems About Tiffany or Tiffany Love Poems
by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories: funny,

12 Days of Christmas Craves

"12 Days of Christmas Craves" On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love sent to me 12 twinkling tiaras Eleven emerald elephants Ten Tiffany trinkets Nine naughty negligees Eight echoing elves Seven sequined stars Six sexy singers Five fake fingernails s s s Four furry foxes Three tingling tamborines Two turtledoves And peach tree in pail via e-mails s s s. *For P.D.'S 12 Days of Christmas. *Written by: Linda-Marie "Sweetheart".


by Susan Ashley |
Categories: desire, hope, romantic love,

Champagne Cravings and Saffron Spice

In evening eyes an ember’s gleam I see emotions ripple from your depths and spread across your surface known to be glassy are ripened waves of passion crashing red Now crocus of your crave in bloom and flare on bed of saffron petals - spice we seize in festival of lust on my skin bare a thousand tingles mingle pleasures tease Your lips brush mine with strawberry caress then kiss me deep your tongue unties my lace I open up to you and your finesse we toast with our champagne in love’s embrace As ravishment reflects epiphany amour I see through rosy tiffany Susan Ashley March 17, 2018

by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories: analogy, color, love,

Cerulean Serenity


Time stood still with me
on aegean beach at tiffany twilight hours,
the senile sun sank in admiral splendor 
beyond  the lap of the lapis horizon,
the cobalt sea soaked the cyan sky, 
ribboned by strands of periwinkle cloud,
blown by aquamarine breeze.
You came flying on its sapphire wings, 
slate hair kissing the teal lips, 
lacing the prussian eyes.
From the azure shadow of waves
I swam on turquoise glint of your eyes,
sank deep in your indigo heart, 
embracing me with cerulean serenity. 


Written : July 13, 2018
May 1, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick J, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand


by Regina Elliott |
Categories: 8th grade, 9th grade, bird, spiritual, winter,

Snow Cathedral

Tiffany blue morning sky,
crimson monarch of the royalty 
of winter,
the cardinal alights upon the holly bough,
his wife trills her queenly song to
the chickadees,
reverent still silence of the snow cathedral,
shimmering icicles frame its January facade,
prayers whispering in frosty, biting winds,
as the cardinal and his wife fly through
billowing pines.

Winter love, a treasure earned, savored,
winter's passion of spiced punch and
warmth beneath the quilts,
snow cathedral, a pale blue in the
wintry twilight,
our winter love, holding you close
in celebration.


December 14, 2020
Winter Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

by Amor Otong |
Categories: july, love, marriage,

Indulgence

A heart of gold
Love is to be told
A tiffany glass like made of
Thy color broke at best abode
Teary eyes, hiatus night
Lofty sentiments it might
Leaving the pastiche art of July
Reflection bygone she has to find!
Meres't whisper of thine precious diamond 
Hail! Lenity in my world!
Don't let me fall Jody
It has the heart of gold
Now I am very telling and cold
Luxury it might seems for me
But it has beauty like Aphrodite 
Depict no warranty
Indulgence all I can see
Will you marry me?

by Charlotte Zuzak |
Categories: depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love, sad, school, graduation, high school,

Senior Year Nightmare

Drooping decorations
and graduation mayhem turned to
tears and depression after
fight with high school steady.
The memory of prom date from hell
will hopefully disappear.
The elaborate hairdo was
furiously brushed out,
and the uncomfortable formal
packed away in the attic to be
given to charity next year.
The sweet whispers of love and 
the notes passed in study hall
behind the back of old Mrs. Jenkins,
the talk of a wedding the following summer,
became heartbreaking memories
when Tiffany Blake came to town.

by John Monteblanco |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, love, teen

Tiffany, Please Stay

Tiff I am sorry for your pain.
You invaded my heart and brain,
Yet you say I gave you that stain.
I can't forget your smile.
Hope you will stay and help me train.
Please just stay for a while.

by Juan Miguel De la Cerna |
Categories: love, romanceheart, heart,

Tiffany

O’ my beautiful queen and goddess;
You always hold my heart and put it into test.
You are my goddess though I’m just a warrior,
A warrior who knocks at heaven for its superior.

O’ my angel who swept my feet;
You always bring the sun and sweep my wreath.
You are my sunshine when I’m in the dark,
A phantom who always bring my spark.

O’ my fair and handsome lady,
You always enter my heart without a parody.
You are my clown when I’m in a frown,
A lady I want around this town.

O’ my maiden, O’ my queen,
Your battle of love I shall never win.
But still the thing you put into my lips is funny,
Because you are my one and only Tiffany.

by Kayla Swender |
Categories: people

Bio of Kayla.

Kayla.
Mommy, Daughter, Sister, Lover.
Sister of Tiffany, Michael, Bethany, and Austin.
Lover of Takota, Jerry, and my Mommy.
Who feels Love, pain, and loneliness.
Who fears rejection, abandonment, and loss.
Who would like to see the future, the past, and the present.
Resident of Norman, Oklahoma.
Swender.

by Brian Strand |
Categories: imagination, satireme, , cute,

A FACEBOOK FANTASY

Hey honey,will you be mine
I've got the cutest chat-up line;
What you see is what you get,
Fly with me by private jet !

Vacation by the sunny Med'.
My wealth has Wall street cred'
Play your cards with great care,
And perhaps some day we'll wed!

I'll wine and dine you each day,
On Caribbean sands we'll play;
You'll shop in Harrods & Tiffany,
Money's no expense with me !

Your beauty so dazzles me,
It will make you  a celebrity;
Our love-match will be no dream,
I'll sell it to Hello magazine.


Inspired by Dr Ram's parody contest




by Jim Slaughter |
Categories: humor, spring,

A sonnet for spring

Phooey on sonnets 'bout flowers in spring,
Those moldy crotchets are trite and cliché.
There's nothing 'bout flowers that make me sing,
Ne'er to my love a bouquet would I bring,
She isn't keen on that stuff anyway.
Here is a list of a few other things
She coyly suggests she'd prefer I bring:
A silver Rolls Royce, a Tiffany ring,
Deed to a castle or villa in Spain.
To do so I'd have to live on a string,
And debt is a very cumbersome thing.
She smirks in reply, "No gain without pain."
If one day my love's dear neck I should wring,
Sing Sing, I hear, can be lovely in spring.
                            
	

by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: life, lust, snow, storm,

making love to a storm

a snow storm is coming 
a big pink mass on the weather map
people panicking hoarding booze and gas
but iv'e got my shovel and old northern muscle
I'm more than up to the task

my doe-eyed neighbor seems unconcerned
she's dressed to the max
risking it all for the lust of her man?
tailights disappearing into a snowglobe 
of passion and tiffany glass

but i do understand

i did the same thing a life time ago
drove 25 miles in a rust bucket blizzard 
for the love of adventure and lust
a pretty little thing waiting for me
in a soft perfumed nest 
risking life and limb for a warm pink drink
the memory far outliving the storm





by CJ Krieger |
Categories: life, love,

Prisoner Of Choice

She has taken herself 
Off the open market 
And made herself available 
To the wealthy at private auctions 
Wearing only the finest 
In silks and satin's and sparkling diamonds 
And though everything she wears is new 
She herself is a hand me down 
Shared for the price of Tiffany bracelet 
Or an Oscar De La Renta dress 
Longing for happiness 
Praying that someone might keep her 
Never seeing that she is kept

by jay del fierro |
Categories: family, love,

Tiffany,sleep well....

As angels surround you
with soft beating wing's
in solace,to help ease your pain
just know....that they know,

the suffering of a lifes journey
the inner tears of a souls crying
the tainted scars of mixed emotions
the hunger for everlasting peace....

As you lay here now
in cumbersome sleep
allow them to help you release
the burdens carried as boulders
and lighten your load for your
now return home flight....
in comfort,
in peace,
in love.....

As a flowering bud
from our family tree
memories constanly glisten
as morning dew,become
thoughts of you.....

(Tiffany,my niece,facing a rare illness,
  may God's hand rest easy on her heart...)


by Tiffany Christian |
Categories: friendship, happiness, hope, me,

cold moonlight

As I stand in the cold, moonless night, 
I wonder if I'm safe, then I feel your arms around me holding me tight.

As I stand in the frigid, moonless night
I wonder if I'm loved, then I feel your lips on mine.

We whisper our goodbyes, 
kiss each other softly before depating 
to go our seperate ways.

To: Michael
From: Tiffany
I love you