Best First Kiss Poems
Son of a gun we were still young;
only 15 years gone by.
You were the first my kissing bubble to burst,
and for you, I think so was I.
I wanted to start putting other parts
of our bodies in the field of play;
But you stopped it instead as you paused and read
what Ann Landers had written to say:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
You stuck to your creed in spite of my plea,
and I didn’t want to press you;
So your hand I would hold and my tongue I would fold,
even though I want to undress you.
Late at night my conscience I’d fight,
still awake in my lonely bed;
Thinking of you and what I would do
if these words weren’t still stuck in my head:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
I followed your rules, played it cool
for the first ten to twenty dates;
But by the end of the year to me it was clear
we wouldn’t be tempting our fate.
So we parted our ways; ending our days
to see other people instead;
As I set forth looking of course
for a girl who hadn’t read:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
More than thirty years have disappeared;
For me two wives and four kids.
And as for you, I hear it’s true,
that getting married you never did.
I’ll never forget and never regret
That first kiss where we both did live;
And though I did slander poor ole Ms. Landers
to my daughter this advice I now give.
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
Oh, how wonderfully innocent
and juvenile, 'twas for me.
You, scooting surreptitiously.
closer and closer to me.
Like a soft, gentle caterpillar,
slithering and smiling.
Making its way home in the
still of the night.
I clutched my lovely, flowered
handkerchief.
Then my gold cross with a
sparkling aqua gem upon it.
Really, wanting to not say, no.
My blue eyed Tommy boy.
In the Elmwood Park Spring, we
were about to kiss.
Fireflies came to celebrate this
celebratory bliss.
When we were moving beyond
flirtation.
It was as though heaven were
sending particles of stars,
To bless the softness of this
sacred night.
Of huge elm tress, your strong
arms about me.
Finally, those soft, tender lips.
There in God's silent moonlight,
I had my first teenage kiss!
August 30, 2019
Inspired by writings of Robert Lindley.Thank you!
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Under the red umbrella
The young and beautiful Annabella
Small rain drops with shades of blue
A lovely memory to remember with you
The rain that came from above
was pure love
Love, honesty and respect
what we always expect
This summer's night
our first kiss goodnight
The way we feel
always real
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02.11.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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The Red Umbrella Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
1st place in the contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Two hearts we carved in the budding tree
One heart for Peter, one for me
Fifteen, fresh as the season
Breeze brushed love to our lips
Sharing our first kiss
The heart remains
Tree has grown
Love once
Bloomed
*For Michael Falotico’s contest: Nonet Me a Spring Kiss
That first kiss--De-lish! Smooth like Hagendaaz!
I was in my fourteenth year, too green to see his flaws.
I, the skinny Yankee teen with glasses on her face
met the proverbial "preacher's son" (I doubt in God's good grace).
On the brink of womanhood that summer, still a child,
butter on cob of Iowa corn, I melted when he smiled.
He, my best friend's cousin, was older, fun, and tall,
entrancing me with teasing eyes and sexy southern drawl.
Snuggling in the car's back seat, I got a secret thrill
hearing on the radio, "Won't you marry me, Bill?"
Adolescent daydreams wrapped in tune of "Wedding Bell Blues,"
the music, his accomplice, helped him with his ruse.
The kisses were delightful though my memory now is dim
of the moment when precisely all changed upon his whim.
Unhappily, one balmy Alabama night I learned
the kisses I enjoyed most with him he later spurned.
Soft and playful smooching, I learned while in the South,
would be replaced by lustful tongue that slithered in my mouth!
(how I felt as a young girl anyway; it takes a special guy to pull off "proper"
French kissing AND also the first kind I liked so much!)
He held my hand all the way home that night.
Crossing through the graveyard gave me a fright.
That was where he first kissed me,
In the graveyard, so misty.
That was my first kiss in the pale moonlight.
He was a tall, dark and beautiful guy
And I was young and incredibly shy.
My pounding heart, it did race.
Was it the kiss or the place?
Yet remembering it just makes me sigh.
Willie McKay, he gave me my first kiss,
Filling my young heart with oh, so much bliss
But he was leaving for war
And I would see him no more.
A lasting impression left on this Miss.
for "first Kiss" contest
* I was 15 and he was a 21 year old sailor,
My mother was dating his CO and they arranged this date.
After the movie he walked me home and cutting through the
cemetary of St. Peters' church, I had my first kiss.
Despite the cold and deadly winter
we stand beneath an old umbrella
outside the closed jeweler's shop
in a deserted ugly winding street.
I take off my gloves and hold your hand,
so cold, so loveless, so helpless.
Rub your elegant fingers,
blow so softly my hot breath
upon their frigid purple tips,
that they might catch the warmth
that I feel in my heart for you.
As sleet and rain devour the earth,
I look into your face
notice your quicksilver smile,
the twinkle in your greenish eye,
the misty flare from chiseled nostrils.
Slowly we retreat into the shop's recess
hug each other in tender bliss,
your cold slightly parted lips
meet mine in a lingering kiss,
we feel love's warmth
enfolding our souls and holding fast
we know we will not tempt fate
that up to now
had kept us cruelly apart.
the stream trickles playfully
over stones of grey & brown
wild flowers in hues of purple
sway gently in the breeze.
the sun's rays mirror the water
luminating a boy & a girl's silhouette
quietly standing hand in hand
eyes gleaming with excitement.
his heart is racing; her cheeks aglow
with only thoughts of each other
wrapped in the warmth of their touch
they simply know; they know.
the boy slowly turns & faces his girl
her smile so pretty, eyes only for him
its her dimples that get to him
every single time.
as the stream trickles playfully
wild flowers sway in the breeze
he innocently kisses her pink flushed lips
cherishing the moment of; love's very first kiss.
They stood there holding hands
Young faces wrinkled with worry
Their little boy was born too early
Neo natal unit now held the key
Their son was in a hurry to be born
Couldn't wait the allotted time
Now so fragile, their hearts were torn
No hug or kiss was theirs to claim
Two long weeks they waited
At his cotside prayers were held
Christen him Michael they had stated
So the priest did as they had said
Next morning the nurses smiled
Michael 's battle was over and won
They could hold their baby at last
That first kiss, said hello son.
Penned 28 July 2013
[True story]. Read notes please
Precious times..
of each moment... to moment
Grasping.. True Love unfolds...
Times... Treasures of Love
Sweet First Kiss' beholds
as so shall our Hearts speak
deeply unto each other
"I will be yours.. will You be mine?"
Precious moments... beholds
Enchantment Heart-lights..
True Love.. Grasps
Bonded forever
since.. Loves' "First kiss"
Yes… my Darling..
"I will be Yours.. will You be mine?"
Many, many years ago
In a house by the wood
Where the wild flower sometimes grow
I stood wearing a yellow hood
Young and shy as a maiden fair
He took my hand and led me astray
His deep eyes and wavy hair
I can’t deny I was his prey
He kissed my lips, oh so tender
My soul passed into his care
It was pleasure beyond surrender
Nothing my first kiss can compare
And this is the reason
That when the wind blows at night
Or spring arrives in full season
That brightness enters with light
In my heart’s memory of long ago
Where the wild flower sometimes grow
When our first kiss up to the heavens soared,
An ardent passion swirled around the air.
With no sense of time—neither here, nor there—
A bond was formed, and faith in love restored.
With the kind permission of the good Lord,
Our lips softly met with the upmost care.
I gently ran my fingers through your hair
To ensure you felt treasured and adored.
As we held each other in our embrace,
Our frames began to feel dizzy and weak—
We felt the work of a higher power.
Once we separated, I touched your face,
Running my hand down the side of your cheek—
Your warm skin felt tender as a flower.
Making sadness cower,
Our eternal love then began showing—
And both of our faces kept on glowing.
We parted, both knowing
The night can be cold in so many ways—
But the warmth of our kiss lasted for days.
© 2023
Butterflies, they whirled, my
heart skipped a beat
A cliche, maybe so, I was
swept me off my feet
Like a gentle breeze swaying,
daydreams led the way
To a field filled with daisies,
upon which I lay
His fingers of one hand
threaded my hair
The other cupped my chin,
hypnotized we both stared
A slight tremble through me, I
knew it was right
Eyelids, much too heavy, they
closed off my sight
So subtle, the feeling, his lips,
they brushed mine
Overcome, I am drunk, on
loves bittersweet wine
How to describe it, perpetual
bliss
The beautiful moments of my
very first kiss!
My Treasure..
Love beyond measure..
Destined within
bursting Divine pages
spread out..
Love carvings
deeeeep within..
of ancient times..
cravings within..
kiss's delight..
through nights..
as Love penetrates
through watering waves
splashing..
within dreams
Romancing and dancing
Eternal Bliss..
all giving by God's Blessings
of Loves' First Kiss'
Smile.. My Love..
memo when???
Inspired by Blessing giving from God.. of Loves' First Kiss'
and Inspired by a write of My Darling.. John Rhinem
Caught stealing my very first kiss,
set my heart pounding in my chest:
as feelings go, it feels the best.
My heart is filled with instant bliss;
as though I'm floating in the air,
without any worries or care.
I didn't know it would feel like this;
it's beyond a fantasy dream,
I feel so good, I want to scream.
Nothing in my world is amiss;
having passed my initial fright,
suddenly everything felt right.
My first kiss is hard to dismiss;
I'm wearing a permanent smile,
and strutting, with pizzazz and style.
Caught stealing my very first kiss,
my heart is filled with instant bliss.
I didn't know it would feel like this!
Nothing in my world is amiss;
my first kiss is hard to dismiss.