Poetry: Poets and their Tinder Bios by Courtenay Schembri Gray

Poets and their Tinder Bios

 

Frank O’Hara: Have a coke with me!

 

Charles Bukowski: I worked at a post office, so I know a thing or two bout’ sorting your mail.

 

Carol Ann Duffy: Show me your little red cap and I’ll show you mine.

 

Sylvia Plath: I eat men like air.

 

Anne Sexton: Talk to me about sadness.

 

Emily Dickinson: The truth must dazzle gradually, or every man be blind.

 

John Keats: You could be my bright star.

 

Dylan Thomas: Show me the curves of your nude mouth.

 

Amy Lowell: Her kisses were sharp buds of fire, and yours could be mine.

 

Mary Oliver: This probably won’t happen, but maybe it will.

 

Edgar Allen Poe: If you’re looking to score, keep-a-knockin’ on my chamber door.

 

Wendy Cope: My heart has made up its mind, and I’m afraid it’s you.

 

e.e.cummings: i’ll carry your heart in mine.

 

T. S. Eliot: You ought to be ashamed to look so antique.

 

Ezra Pound: Come in out of the night.

 

Paul Laurence Dunbar: I wear the mask.

 

Maya Angelou: You may shoot me with your words.

 

William Shakespeare: Your breasts are ivory globes circled with blue.

 

Oscar Wilde: We kill what we love.

Courtenay Schembri Gray is a pushcart nominated writer from the North of England. You’ll find her work in an array of journals such as A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Misery Tourism, Expat Press, Red Fez, and many more.