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Poemist: writer, studier of poetry, Litriture and the creative arts
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Dad if an archiologist digs up bones and fossils and a meteorologist studies meteors, does that make you a Poemist?
by Amber January 20, 2004
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Person 1: Do you want to be my poemetiker?
Person 2: What??
Person 1: You know. The person who edits my poems. Everyone knows that.
Person 2: Let's ask someone else. HEY YOU! DO YOU KNOW WHAT A POEMETIKER IS?
Person 3: What??
Person 2: What??
Person 1: You know. The person who edits my poems. Everyone knows that.
Person 2: Let's ask someone else. HEY YOU! DO YOU KNOW WHAT A POEMETIKER IS?
Person 3: What??
by brndnmcmns23 February 8, 2009
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Get the poetest mug.noun. po'-e-melt
1. a poem that melts your heart, especially one written for you or about you, or sent to you in a card.
2. the feeling of having your heart melted by a poem, song, artsy drama, musical chik-flik, or a good poetic line from your sweetie.
1. a poem that melts your heart, especially one written for you or about you, or sent to you in a card.
2. the feeling of having your heart melted by a poem, song, artsy drama, musical chik-flik, or a good poetic line from your sweetie.
Poemelt from my sweet Miss J
Outside the snow is glistening...
And my heart just breathes a sigh.
How I wish that you were here,
To hold me close, just you and I .
I'd wrap my arms around you,
Gently pull you to my chest.
Then kiss you very softly...
My heart full of tenderness.
Yes, I'd hold you close forever,
As a tear escapes my eye...
Because of all I'm feeling,
Of all the years gone by.
How I long to hold and touch you,
Clasp your tender hand in mine,
Outside today it's snowing...
But there's a fire in this heart of mine.
Outside the snow is glistening...
And my heart just breathes a sigh.
How I wish that you were here,
To hold me close, just you and I .
I'd wrap my arms around you,
Gently pull you to my chest.
Then kiss you very softly...
My heart full of tenderness.
Yes, I'd hold you close forever,
As a tear escapes my eye...
Because of all I'm feeling,
Of all the years gone by.
How I long to hold and touch you,
Clasp your tender hand in mine,
Outside today it's snowing...
But there's a fire in this heart of mine.
by Gallavantin December 14, 2009
Get the poemelt mug.noun. po'-e-melt
1. a poem that melts your heart, especially one written for you or about you, or sent to you in a card.
2. the feeling of having your heart melted by a poem, song, artsy drama, musical chik-flik, or a good poetic line from your sweetie.
1. a poem that melts your heart, especially one written for you or about you, or sent to you in a card.
2. the feeling of having your heart melted by a poem, song, artsy drama, musical chik-flik, or a good poetic line from your sweetie.
Poemelt from my sweet Miss J
Outside the snow is glistening...
And my heart just breathes a sigh.
How I wish that you were here,
To hold me close, just you and I .
I'd wrap my arms around you,
Gently pull you to my chest.
Then kiss you very softly...
My heart full of tenderness.
Yes, I'd hold you close forever,
As a tear escapes my eye...
Because of all I'm feeling,
Of all the years gone by.
How I long to hold and touch you,
Clasp your tender hand in mine,
Outside today it's snowing...
But there's a fire in this heart of mine.
Outside the snow is glistening...
And my heart just breathes a sigh.
How I wish that you were here,
To hold me close, just you and I .
I'd wrap my arms around you,
Gently pull you to my chest.
Then kiss you very softly...
My heart full of tenderness.
Yes, I'd hold you close forever,
As a tear escapes my eye...
Because of all I'm feeling,
Of all the years gone by.
How I long to hold and touch you,
Clasp your tender hand in mine,
Outside today it's snowing...
But there's a fire in this heart of mine.
by Gallavantin December 15, 2009
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