Best First Date Poems
my fourteenth summer. .
the son of a preacher man
showing me heaven
His teasing ways and his boyish grin.
How easily I was taken in!
I felt like a woman in my cute short culottes and wearing pink frost lipstick
that he’d kissed off my mouth before the night was through.
My best friend, with her guy, was in the front seat of the car.
My date, her older cousin, was my first sweet honey bee.
We made out in the back seat, but he never got too far.
I was raised to value my virginity.
But my youthful heart was wishing we could kiss eternally!
Written Dec. 30, 2015
for The Poet's Dozen Contest of Silent One
the wind was roaring
an open road forever-
trees a blur of green
My brother brought him home for supper one day,
I recall it was a beautiful warm day in the month of May.
I hung on the back of his powerful motorcycle, happiness
Oh, this was love! I had never felt such joy- in my young heart
He was everything that my parents hated
Rough, streetwise, a real bad boy, reckless
To me he was a guy that God himself created
He left me breathless and my memory is endless
But a life with him would have been dumb and careless
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December 23, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Haiku/Couplet/Free Verse/Quintain/
My First Date and Love- A Poet's Dozen
Copyright Protected, ID 16-738-196-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, A Poet's Dozen 2, First Date,
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
I still savor the thought of the zest that I caught
When you joined us that night after school.
Tara figured out why, since she’s so sage and sly;
She left early to show it was cool.
With her sis Tara-gon, Ginger sighed with a yawn,
“My, it’s late!” to clue in that nut-Meg.
“Would you look at the thyme!” came the reechoed chime,
With a wink from Corey-ander pal Peg.
Well, I felt like a god, though it seemed somewhat odd
That they all should jus’ curry, but hey,
When you gave me a smile as we two walked a while,
It dissolved my perplexed caraway.
In this teenagey bliss, I leaned in for a kiss,
Little knowing what I was against:
You demurred in a trice, “Though hot pepper is nice,
I insist that it’s parsley dispensed.”
With a panicky cast, I apologized fast
In my chili confusion and dread,
But I saw your eyes light, and we had a nice night
Holding hands at the cinnamon stead.
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Credit where credit is due: I got the idea for this from Michael Wise's very original poem "A Spicy Story," posted here:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_spicy_story_1100057
New beginnings smiled from across the room
Big brown eyes melted mine as I thought
...this cannot be real!...
Butterflies performed ballet in my stomach
Her voice danced like wind chimes in my mind
Sleeping violins came alive and
filled my ears and my heart with song
I’d been deaf for far too long
We touched hands
Hearts pumped faster faster faster
Heaven and freedom became ours
for the moment in this finger embrace
Effortless conversation
A meeting of minds, sometimes intense
Mostly light hearted
Sprinkled with sparkling happiness
Lips pressed together in a goodbye
as innocent as our souls
A gentle reminder of vulnerability and
hope for what may come, for what may be
Rain fell from the sky like an angel’s blessing
streaming our faces in the day’s dusk
I wished to dance my way home on the raindrops,
lingering in her kiss
Blind date
Can’t wait
He’s here
I cheer
Nice Smile
Got style
Blue eyes
Toned thighs
Handsome
Nice bum
Great food
Good mood
Drink wine
Feel fine
Hold hands
On sands
First kiss
Is bliss
Next date
At eight
19th August 2014
"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled
because you knew" Shakespeare
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After the prom my date took me to a diner,
we were still wearing our formal wear;
oh, I felt so grown up and pretty,
our faces glowed with love and happiness.
I was so excited that I trembled for I was,
on my first date;
and my new love looked so proud he was bursting.
Proudly I let the soda jerk smell my corsage,
I will never take it off no matter what;
and I pause often to sniff the scent of the flower given,
on my first date.
A man beside us watches with a smirk and a smile,
and my love sweetly holds my pink sweater and gloves.
I will never ever forget this magical evening,
and never imagined anything could feel so wonderful;
mother had fussed with my dress and hair,
she wanted me to look perfect and beautiful;
on my first date.
I felt like a princess dancing at the prom over and over,
and after a slow walk home- a tentative first kiss.
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October 2, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/On My First Date
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1185-725-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Realism Art
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration #1
First Place
Polished shoes. Check.
Bathed. Check.
Brushed hair one hundred strokes. Check.
Used deodorant. Check.
Re-did lipstick five times. Check.
Re-did eye make up twice. Check.
Changed clothes. Check.
Looked in the mirror. Check.
Twirled in the mirror. Check.
Changed clothes. Check.
Looked in the mirror. Check.
Twirled in the mirror. Check.
Took off this outfit and put on the first outfit. Check.
Honey, your date's here!
Just a second, Mom.
Change clothes two more times. Check.
Put the first outfit on again. Check.
Close closet door so you cannot see the mirror. Check.
Go downstairs and rescue your date from the hot seat. Check.
First Date
You are taking my daughter, O-U-T!
I want to scream at you.
I want to take you and sit you…
down on a bed of nails,
or at least my couch,
and give you… the third degree.
There are other things,
I would give you…
but they are dangerous and have lasting effects.
Yet, you will… tell me the truth!
This is “Our” time together…
You showed up late, that is not okay.
Will you repeat the offense… tonight?
You had best not…, be past the hour…!
Have I told you that I am a baker?
I like to cook, and everything can be burned…
Did you know that?
You should look it up. It is true.
Her father is not here.
That is okay. I can take up the slack.
He is busy in another land,
shooting bad guys and saving the world.
It is important that everything go well here at home…
You, understand? (the tone was rooted in truth)
I sew. Did I tell you?
I can make a bag, a very strong bag.
A sack with a tie, that can not be undone.
It will fit you. I am good with measurements.
Are you nervous?
You should not be.
We can sit, and even pray if you like.
That would be a good start.
If you do not know the words,
I have concerns, for your future.
You need to go back to the beginning.
That is…if you are ever going to leave here…
alive…with my daughter.
Here she is,
(a hushed whisper)
Now say nothing..., and smile.
(poking the poor boy in the ribs)
If she is not happy when she comes home,
You will need to stay again with me…
alone…awhile.
Did I tell you I like to...
(sharpening a long sword,
with a small stone.)
I'm painting up my face and nails
with just a touch of teen.
Cos' Mama's inspection never fails;
of child and adult I'm in between.
Daddy answers the door below;
a nervous young man appears.
Glaring with a fatherly glow
dear old dad nearly brought him to tears!
Quickly I brush my hair once more
and down the stairs I fly.
Bye we say and we're out the door;
I swear I saw my mama cry!
Off we go in his silver caddy
and I ask him where we're going.
I'm sweet sixteen and free of Daddy
so I guess my excitement was showing.
To a movie and casual dinner
is what this boy had planned.
I said "sounds like a winner"
and thus the flames were fanned.
He treated me to a burger and fries;
afterwards we shared a kiss.
All you could hear were panting sighs;
my practice pillow never felt like this!
A very special night of firsts-
my first kiss, my first date.
The night rolled on with happy bursts
until it grew to be late.
I never wanted all this to end-
thought I was falling in love!
Impressionable it was easy to send
my heart up to heaven above
And so that was my very first date-
finally at home I did arrive.
Daddy was waiting by the front gate
to make sure his little girl was alive!
for Frank H's contest "First Date"
One April day, that changed my life
You lived nearby, a drive not far
I picked you up, with nerves a rife
Blessed my dad, had loaned me his car.
I drove you slowly, together alone
Savoring each moment, you smelled divine
I loved your accent, the kind words you spoke
Upon Air Base now, while I on cloud nine.
Together on tarmac, we strolled and made small talk
Watching planes fly, fortunate in your presence
Inside one huge plane, upon stern gate we walked
Clasping hands and hearts, my first glimpse of Heaven.
It was our first date, the initial of many
Thirty-seven years ago, on this April tenth
Since then, our love remaining solid a plenty
Selflessly sharing each’s unlimited strength.
My lifetime a thank you, for giving me love
Being the one, my affectionate soul mate
Through mostly good times, quite many thereof
Defining the source, it was that very first date!
Prologue...
Should I lurk or should I lure?
I really don't know for sure.
But at any rate I shan't be late,
For I do not wish to hesitate
To appear at your front door!
I will walk,
And not stalk
Along the way
Will not stray...
(Jump that chalk!)
For your face doth wait
On our very first date.
I surely would hate
To show up late
And miss my fate!
Epilogue...
Now it's time to go,
Wouldn't you know?
I had a good time
And like this rhyme
I did love it so!
But we need to kiss
And then must miss
Each other's face
Away from this place.
(I'll remember this!)
Yes, you can now bet
I'll never forget
How I so love you,
And you love me, too!
(And also how we met.)
FIRST DATE
oh wow!
she’s prettier than i thought
dressed to kill
i suddenly look like a tramp
smell like one too
not sure
whether or not to hold hands
neither is she
but at last it’s done
a wet clammy experience
troubled
about the good night kiss
my first date
oh hell take a shot
they say eskimos do it that way too
saying goodnight
this urgent call to nature
wouldn’t you know it
sphinx like the whole date
she suddenly wants to talk
Dave Austin
First Date Poets Dozen
Saw her beside me
Eyes yearning desperately
I fell instantly
Perfume in hand I approached her ever so slowly
Not moving too fast proceeding oh, so cautiously.
After asado, and cinzano, then gelato, we took a stroll
Parliamo piano, piano, love's flames started then ci vediamo
Past heartbreaks revealed, nothing at all was concealed
Talking quietly entranced, long, long, into the night
Walking hand in hand hearts aglow with what we feel
Our hearts had found their home, we just knew it was right
My perception of her love's reflection, was to my heart's delight.
*Asado= Argentine barbeque
*Parliamo piano piano= we spoke slowly (Italian)
*Ci vediamo= see you later, goodbye (Italian)
First date was in Buenos Aires hence Spanish Italian references
Most Portenos residents of Buenos Aires are of Italian/Spanish descent.
December 24,2015
For Silent One contest
First Date Poets dozen
1. Short beautiful minutes in this bar stack
my body rhythms, felt in the next block
on senses, the salad energizes
my inner pricks, in need of a tincture
forget the menu, she’s my bill of fair.
pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
2. Gulping her exhibition so flashy
as my loose mind wrong-foot her emotions
the will to know what’s next unhooks its heat
after the drinks should be seamless kisses
my advances she bans as licentious
we can make this dinner more than a date
modesty and formality should wait
so let’s tarry my dear till it is late
and follow the new script written by fate
as this proudly puts me above my mates.
3. Her senses electrify in doubles
she’s giving me wrong headed reactions
as they gang up to be monolithic
on this feeling, acting the pied piper
first time chilling needs no alacrity.
She makes it so sexy, what’s today’s date?
history colours itself, time cannot wait
everything is in check, we can’t be late
this could be destiny or our fate
b’cos our hearts are becoming mates.
4. Her decency spanks my curiosity
suppressing my full light to a dip switch
this attitude attracts strong reprisal
the hope for next meeting reinforces
but the after-play still non-existent.
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
Bridge x 4
The first, the tenth, what difference does it make?
That probability, the mind takes
your ‘No’ surely makes this dinner seem fake.
Chorus
Pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
Chorus
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
A First Date
They met at church and chatted for a while,
and the next day, he told her on the phone,
"I'd like to take you out to lunch in style
at that quaint restaurant that's so well-known."
Her first date since her darling hubby passed,
she almost told him no; but happily,
she said she'd be delighted. Then he asked
if she could meet him, and she did agree.
She showed up timely, with her minivan,
then waited at the table for an hour.
He went and waited too...a let-down man.
No show...he knew this first date had gone sour.
'Well-known and quaint'...the same place not for each!
Hearts eager...but their lunch date...out of reach!
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: A First Date
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Judged: 02/14/2018
Theme: A first date and the most awkward time had...
not funny then, but so amusing!