Best Heartthrob Poems
Upon her thorny heart I bleed;
My rose I nurtured from a seed,
With blazing bloom and perfume sweet,
Who pricked me with her warm deceit,
To where I gladly bade her leave.
Her eyes and smile they did precede,
A witchly soul that did deceive,
My love to stumble with conceit;
Upon her thorny heart.
If I could pluck her to be freed,
And rip her from my soul, indeed,
My lesson thus would be complete,
Sough not a love in lusty heat.
To this my penance I accede,
Upon her thorny heart.
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S Sizzling Sol:
heartthrob of the
starlets
each wants him to
shine on only her
young Luna
waxes
poetic
hoping
to win him
but Terra,
who should know better
is blue-green with envy
at being thus eclipsed
[yalto form]
// Syzygy: The nearly straight-line configuration of three
or more celestial bodies (as the sun, moon
and earth during a solar or lunar eclipse) //
Deep as first love,
and wild as all regret -
Alfred Lord Tennyson
There is an aching in the heart
slipping into tears that burn and tear apart
every fiber of your being
so that the eyes are no longer seeing.
Each look was just pretend
knowing well how love would end
and there deep in the hallowed halls of time
well I knew, you wouldn't always be mine.
A somber memory paints
the heartthrob emotions making youth faint
delirious with love and sensual feelings
enough to send two bodies reeling.
Shadows lurk easing back and forth
assured each struggle for their own worth
there in that selfish centered need
one would follow and the other lead.
Just a moment held
as lovers succumb to love's spell
that quickly fades and disappears
with hearts held back by fear.
There in the shadows, each one alone will walk
their first love slipped away without talk
and futures die in the dream's regret
but it is a memory none ever forget.
Joseph May contest
Lines to awake the muse
3/1/20
I starts me life as pirate,
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.
With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And the Commodore for me pa!
I spends dogwatch near the helmsman,
Nerey missin’ me bonny ma.
Old salts tell their gory tales,
Aye, dogs hanging from the gallows.
Punishments for a man who fails
Floggings or keelhaul; blood bath follows.
Scrimshaw hangin’ ‘round me neck.
A privateer by trade,
Flaunting booty on the deck
We’s the scallywags brigade.
Pirateering is me heartthrob.
I dreams schemes in the crows nest.
‘bout takin’ swag from an unfortunate swab.
I sits watchin’ pa from the crest.
Long nines aimed and ready,
Jolly Roger on the mainmast,
Headway fast and steady,
The enemy’s fate forecast.
One for all and all for one!
Drinkin’ grog an’ eatin’ grub.
Werkin’ on the “Morning Sun”
Me father at the hub.
Davy Jone’s locker, me final plight!
Death drifting in me beloved sea –
Straightway from the dark of night
The pirate’s life for me!
© July 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
It’s time to go back to school
For me that’s fine and cool
Student's life is so much fun
I’ll be receiving my daily allowance
Truly, I’m so excited
I can see again my crush, Ted
So eager to see his cute smiles around
While playing basketball on the ground
He’s a real heartthrob of our campus
He’s girls’ number one choice
Wish, he’ll notice me this time
Now, that I’ve written a short rhyme
Mom and I are going to a department store
To buy my notebooks, uniforms and many more
I think I’ll better add one lipstick
For my pale lips, quite thick
Aug 22, 2022 10.50am
That irresistible heartthrob is me;
who has a smile more charming than me?
I can love anyone so passionately
and give a girl anything she wants;
if she asks me for a single star,
I'll give her the entire universe.
If she asks me to play a song on the guitar,
I'll play a beautiful piano symphony!
Most of the guys despise me
for being the symbol of sexuality;
they have everything, but they can't be me!
Ah! they get mad when girls flock to me,
yes, irresistible heartthrob...
you're unique in all you do and say;
yes, irresistible heartthrob...
you have the willpower and they'll obey!
That irresistible heartthrob is me,
I can always rely on my good looks
and with them, I can charm any girl;
is there any other guy like me?
I won't release any girl until she admits
I was the best she ever had!
That irresistible heartthrob is me;
I am very lucky to have it all!
Way back then when I was ten
the year was nineteen ninety-three,
Mom was so proud when I said aloud
that I made the school spelling bee.
Days of math sums and bubble gums
have faded through the years,
but I sing along to a certain song
and it still brings me to tears.
It was a big fad to dress all in plaid
and wear a necklace with a peace sign,
ponytails and ripped jeans worn by every teen
and neon colors were thought to be mighty fine.
I loved cassette tapes that let me escape
at least for minutes through my headphones,
while I would read and write notes in a Mead
after school when I was home all alone.
Kids shopped the malls and covered their walls
with posters from every teen magazine,
what made us sob was each new heartthrob
from every band, TV show and movie we'd seen.
With Rollerblades and a new pair of shades
we roamed the sidewalks until it got late,
our backpacks were heavy and filled with a bevy
of boring English assignments that could wait.
For many hours I could stay and sit and play
with Nintendo games, stickers and Treasure Trolls,
then aside they were tossed and some became lost
except for right here in my heart and my soul.
That time proved to be the most fun for me
O, how I wish that I could relive it again,
way back then when I was just ten
and the year was nineteen ninety-three.
“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
A Rambling Poet
One path finds the door
Traveled only from the heart
Through the eyes to life
Hovering about
Dragonflies of all colors
Dancing with sunshine
A mystery world
Sparkling glass dimpled with life
Guarded by cattails
Nervous chatters above behold
A strange sense of company
I watch a miracle unfold
From behind a red oak tree
I hold my breath, don’t make a sound
Slowly peeking bit by bit
Tugging, jumping and playing around
Four unaware fox kits
The wind became my enemy
My scent from it they stole
No hesitation, instantly
They scampered down their hole
Astonished, I ponder what a rare sight I had just witnessed.
The tranquility of being surrounded by huge trees envelops me as I walk around the pond’s edge.
Led by a bullfrog’s ballad, I hone in on its stage location.
Startled, the frog leaps into its safe haven and disappears into thick vegetation.
The setting sun glimmers in the wake of the bullfrog, as does my reflection.
I watch until the water’s surface is smooth again.
A rustling in the brush directs my attention to a doe and her fawn wandering in search of a tender morsel.
The long shadows of dusk begin a tale of nocturnal beauty, a revelry to the nightlife to dance with a miracle world.
Content, I find myself back at the threshold of my heart.
Leaving the world that will some day surround me, a horn blaring taxi barely misses me.
Haiku, Rhyme, Narrative
Randy Steele
Three Gems contest
August 7, 2011
Ernestine and her friends sweet sixteen
Jean Irene Josephine and Pauline
Dolled up in glamorous aubergine velveteen
Dreamt of being harvest queens on Halloween
Living it up Eugene drove their limousine
Directly to the drive-in theater widescreen
And there He was larger than life The Wolverine
With his deep hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Twists and turns unforeseen in out and in between
For something not much bigger than a magic bean
Escaped the guillotine somewhere in the Philippine
Plenty of action all for a figurine of Byzantine
Hearts pitter patter larger than life The Wolverine
With the dreamiest hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Back home Ernestine tossed her poster of Steve McQueen
The pristine one torn last week from a hip teen magazine
There was a new heartthrob on the scene
Sweeter than a bowl of ice scream topped with praline
Sitting to write her love letter to The Wolverine
Seal it with a kiss colour and scent of tangerine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 25, 2018 for contest LOVE LETTER II sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 5TH
It's April and stately trees are slowly
changing from white to green;
skies above look down cheerfully,
into the small lake tiny frogs plop
as balloons float over a tree top:
" Happy Birthday, Little Queen! "
If spring is the annual rebirth of Nature
and human spirit, all must sing one tune...
incited by the bright red butterflies that lure:
they dance forming the big ring of Neptune!
April is more than showers
and lovely dew-dripping flowers,
grin is forgotten, laughter reappears
on everybody's wind-brushed cheeks;
one happy passerby greets
another with revered courtesy:
each soul, each heart pours
out a sweetness of amicability!
If a talented young musician played
the Mozart's piano sonata in D major,
each butterfly would begin to dance
with the liveliness of a skilled ballerina!
If the heartthrob maestro exuded
thrill he'd be tempted to raise an octava higher:
a curious crowd would quickly gather,
then all butterflies would swirl around Angelina!
About Venetian charms I heard a lot -
City on the water, how cool, I thought.
I hoped I would explore that unique place
And chat up the gondolier, face-to-face.
The one, who holds the most amorous job
(No wonder, he could pass for a heartthrob),
Rowing for couples in love does impart
On his demeanour if not on his heart.
In middle age crisis I finally did!
Travelled to Venice, dreamt of as a kid -
Not as a girlfriend, or lover, or bride -
A wife who wished for a gondola ride.
My hubby, my old shoe, who tagged along,
Hummed sweetly to « Besame Mucho » song;
It felt we were on a perfect first date,
Visiting Venice is never too late.
Sweet memories, perhaps not quite discreet,
Enthroned forever on our toilet seat.
March 5, 2022
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Contest: My Dream Vacation
Tears in the Garden of Gethsemane were in a downpour
They ran deep in the cracks of pain of a divine soul
There was an endurance of a struggle to repress the world’s evils
An anguish that could not edify Jesus' slumbering disciples
The passing of that grief was beyond what scripture could show
The rain hanged in the clouds to let Jesus’ tears flow
Dripping from his eyes and drenching his white robe
The lord absorbed humanity’s inflictions with every heartthrob
The life that was breathed into the Garden of Eden
Jesus held its breath to give us a new life in Gethsemane
An immolation of divinity no prophet could amply inscribe
A supplication beyond any prayer that the saved can imbibe
It is the longest time a man has ever beseeched and knelt
The most hits the world’s spines of sin can ever pelt
The heaviest burden a single man has ever felt
Agape flooded Gethsemane when God's tears spilt
DON'T GET IT TWISTED
Countless times I've dashed my foot on stones
When I looked around and saw people around
I cried to draw their attention and sympathy
When I looked around and there were nobody
I held tight my pains and rid the tears off my face before they hit the tracks
Many times I've been alleged of what I never did
Many times I refuted and proved my innocency
Sometimes my tongue was just too heavy to speak a word
Yet that never made me guilty
I was just too confused to believe they could be that stupid and blinded by their ignoble act
Listen to me my heartthrob
Only you own the key to my bosom
This has been your castle for many years
While I stood behind the runway and watch you journey to the far land
I pledged my unflinching commitment and I never yielded to the calls from the woods
I glow and glitter yet to you I owe the credits
Your name and praise litter my mouth
Your thoughts flood my heart and stand firm
Since you swept me off my feet, I fall for no other one but stand for you and with you alone
Won't deny the storm, but even the hurricane I survived just because you stand with me
My dearest, look into my eyes once more and see if any of these has ever changed
Place your left hand on my neck and see if the fire isn't still burning as ever
Come closer and rest your head on my bosom
Tell me if this beats don't confess my fidelity
Glue your lips on mine and see if I'd let go of them a second
Panic not my love for I live my life for you
Life is too short, so why should we wear a long face
Life isn't fair in itself, so why can't we just spice it up for each other.
The clouds may be thick but they hold nothing but rain
I light up my world and illuminate other's Making them happy makes me happy
When I'm happy I know you are too
Forget about my wall and believe my words
I share with none what we have in this world
Nothing will cut me off it, not even a sword
I revere you and treat you like a lord
Twisted and rugged, so strong is still our chord
I love your world and cherish what we can afford
That's all I do, please don't get it twisted at all.
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
PEOPLE DOT COM
The nightingale sings
With full-throated ease.
The tree swings
In its majestic way.
The lion gets its prey
For a good meal story.
But whatever I do,
I pause to think about
What people will say.
I am a Jew
In love with
A gentile
But what will they say?
I am a Prince
Feeling agape
For my virtuous maid
But what will they say?
I am a Protestant
With deep affection
For a Cath-Princess
But what will they say?
I am a coloured knight
Panther of my fair liege lady
Still, what will they say?
Even love for piety
In a stony society
Calls for what they will say…
Lovers cannot pursue
Their heartthrob
For the fear of what they will say
I am a car owner
I feel like ambling the street;
I am a damsel with
A fixed Brazilian hair,
To unfix it and plait didi
What will they say?
When you make a great feat
They will say you have suspicious feet
They will say
Dem go sey
Wetin dem go say?
Kilode!
Before my thoughts to action become,
Must they first be reviewed on people.com?
Man’s quest for happiness
Is bound to that sorrowful cord
Called “dem-go-sey”
Is it until my breath is gone?
When my eyes can no longer behold Nature’s boundless beauty,
When my nostrils can no longer inhale its fresh fragrance,
When my ears can no longer hear its melodious music,
When my bud can no longer taste of its delicious delicacy,
When my hands can no longer clasp its sea sand,
When my feet can no longer amble on its graceful grounds,
Is it then that I will ask;
What will God say?
Fame is just a fleeting moment
Until the next so called sensation hits the scene
Make as much hay while you can because soon you'll be yesterday's news
Your adoring fans are fickle and before you can say Justin Bieber
You're yesterday's child, yesterday's sensation
And your adoring fans have moved on to the newest and latest heartthrob
You see us ordinary folks don't have that problem
People who love us today will still love us tomorrow
Fame is such a fleeting thing
But true love is a forever thing
© Jack Ellison 2014