Best Infatuation Poems
Ever been infatuated
You just can't explain it
Words won't do
You'll never contain it
And you know what it leads to
Oh my, oooh oooh
I'm falling in love
Crazy excited
I think I'm floating on air
Take time to smell the roses
Love's fragrance everywhere
Spring in my step
Girl, this is cloud nine
Always thinking about you
Can't wait till you're mine
Ever been infatuated
You just can't explain it
Words won't do
You'll never contain it
And you know what it leads to
Oh my, oooh oooh
I'm falling in love
She's my future
Her name makes me smile
Right now she doesn't notice
But she will after awhile
Yeah, soon head over hills
She'll have a bad case for me
My friends say they don't see it
But true love is meant for me
Ever been infatuated
You just can't explain it
Words won't do
You'll never contain it
And you know what it leads to
Oh my, oooh oooh
I'm falling in love
I'm falling in love
It's crazy
I'm falling in love
Oh baby
I'm in love with you
~Lyric Man
Note: I almost titled this song "Infatuated", it's an upbeat pop lyric about a guy who is completely smitten with a girl (who doesn't even know the guy exist). This guy is so "crazy in love" that it doesn't even matter, not yet anyway. I hope you enjoy this fun song about the joy of infatuation.
Saucy Sally, sits solemnly on said sidewalk,
Stifling sniffles, sees sympathetic staring,
Some snidely shuffling slowly sideways, so
She surreptitiously swallows her sadness.
Studly Sam, strolling six shaggy sheepdogs,
Soon seizes on saucy Sally’s situation, and
Saunters steadily, still standing; swiftly,
Suggests she stifle her sniveling sadness.
Suddenly, she’s sharing six shaggy sheepdogs,
Silently, Sam says, sweet saucy Sally stay.
Written August 18, 2022
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Alliteration - Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
August 30, 2022
out of everything that i’ve ever been told in my life
out of all the things that have been said to me that render me
obligated to shove a coy smile and an aloof
“thank you”
into the hands of whoever was speaking,
the heartfelt anecdotes
that have stuck with me the most
are the ones to have been branded and signed by you
the way you worded them
made me sound so much more valuable
than anything i’ve ever heard before
the focal point being
“you’re the kind of person someone leaves their entire life behind for”
and what bloomed
from the seeds
you planted in my garden
is something i thought i’d never lose
something i’d tried to protect so heavily
perhaps too heavily
but now i must ask, are you as comfortable with her in your arms are you claimed to be in mine?
do you miss her warmth on nights you’re alone in your own bed?
or is it mine that you sought after at 5am?
have you said things to her that even remotely resemble the things you’ve said to me?
or did you just copy and paste?
do you still expect me to believe that i meant anything different
to anything you’ve felt with her,
when your claim to be too busy in your head
actually meant too busy in her bed?
did you think i was being playful
when i told you that
i’m always aware
of when i am being deceived.
had you taken me seriously the first time
perhaps i wouldn’t be straining myself
trying not to completely push you away.
under any other circumstances
i would’ve had to remind you
that no matter what you do
and no matter what i say,
you will always be weak for me
but you already know that
and that is going to be the
end of us both.
~ r.a
Youthful naivety
Blame it on Puberty
Mistaking infatuation with love
INFATUATION – romance tweeting
It seemed the inevitable co-incidence.
Noticing each other, that two second too-long gaze,
False hopes meeting reality
Allowing for the possibility of more.
Temptation’s jubilant expectations
Unleashed in furtive thoughts,
Attended by passion’s penchants.
Thermal reverie ablaze in the
Idealistic realm of fancy,
One heart breaking as the
Next inevitable interlude ambles past.
submitted to Romantic Acrostic – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Regina Riddle
10/4/2014
Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.
My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.
Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into a hypnotic boomerang system
where I create a mood of ecstasy in you
and at the same time, covet its blessed beam of radiant sweetness.
Let’s play naughty my dear and act so crazy sweetheart
with gentleness and manliness, I’ll navigate your front side
and then take care of your behind with wittiness and craftiness
My hands just want to go under
squeezing your outside, rubbing your inside;
touching all softness and ‘tongue-ing’ all openings
tearing off your covering and creaming your exposed holy Grail
with my saliva, from head to toe
wrapped in your wholeness, skin to skin
and preserved in the mid-temperatures of our slickly contacts.
We’ll be a fitted match
same measured length, horizontally well placed
burst for burst, groin for groin; lips for lips, breath for breath
eating each other up and yet dangerously unsatisfying
not letting go until even our souls are sored
with this affectionate tempo.
Our constantly bending limbs
will equal all hovering and meandering
and with every of your holes, so greased
ready for my artistic play and penetration
we stay captive to each other’s sexual outpour
and gain much enjoyment
in the irony of our butter-lotioned crys.
I
School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right,
Dal-rice, clock ticking away in delight;
Cycles stop, wagons with seasonal crop,
Get to her class before the gates shut tight.
II
The obsession froths beyond the eavesdrop,
Secrecy brews a moral of Aesop;
Friends don't yet know, the fear that the eyes show,
Grows the need to shout it from the rooftop.
III
Geography is boring, the maps tow
Useless details such as where's Kosovo;
It's all pretense, the absorption intense,
But her attention sets the world aglow.
IV
The wistful heart struggles to make some sense
And accept pain at misery's expense;
Then her comment, and the motives ferment,
The surging tide sweeps over the heart's fence.
V
Evening is drunk with sunlight, the day's spent,
Menthol erases the cigarette scent;
She fades from sight, the mundanities write,
A long ride back under the clouds' intent.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Date: 24 / 10 / 2016
One of the reasons I used present tense is, for me this is a memory trapped in time, like a photograph. A day in life from simpler time.
INFATUATION, DECEPTION
INFATUATION, SELF DECEPTION
WORLD OF LIES CROWDING MY SOUL
THINKING IT WAS REAL
THINKING IT WAS TRUE
BUT IT WAS JUST A
SELF DEPRECIATION A
MAD INFATUATION
I THOUGH IT WAS LOVE
FOUND OUT THE TRUTH
YET ANOTHER INFATUATION
HITS HARD JUST LIKE
AN ADDICTION
UNHEALTHY FOR MY HEART
WEAK TO MY SOUL
CLINGING ON IN MY MIND
UNSAFE AND UNKIND
©GDC2014
When I first met you
you were so cute that
my brain just couldn't compute
so I went mute
As I stared in awe
Wanting to know you
Noticing that
the reason my heart ached was
because of you
A girl much more than a pretty face
I never wanted to make love out of lust
but then I realized
that it was in you I trust
So I must change
to show you
this isn't simply a fascination
Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to Breasts
leaving me nude, cold but blessed,
then came this guy with a bad intention crested on his chest,
I could not picture his face but could see him so well.
As his tongue kiss and lick,
high voltage current crossed my cheek.
the wet flexible muscle moved quite oblique,
then every action from now on seem to click,
causing sensation so quick,
I suddenly became helpless, weak and sick.
He trade his plight on site,
causing hormonal sparks to ignite,
not considering if he is wrong or right,
becoming more real and clean in my sight,
my increasing arousal, making the moment bright.
His groans made the feeling mutual,
producing pleasure beyond the normal ritual,
and making his movement on me so casual,
cupped my Breast to make the feeling factual,
squeezing them like a newly baked dough,
wheezing sounds emerging from my passionate screams,
and making my freezing feet jerk as he plays with the nipples.
Then down the road he goes to my shin,
spreading my legs made the sensation immeasurable,
the gradual heat from his romancing hand, simply unspeakable,
summed up with his commanding domination like a constable,
began an erotic scene so irresistible,
and since I am already grossly susceptible,
I yielded to his masculine touch as though already compatible.
Steadily and slowly, he drives through to my thighs like a convertible,
causing a body rhythm and sensation so explicable.
Caressing them gently as I wished,
reaching the focal point made me feel accomplished,
hoping to treat my secret garden with a mood so selfish,
making it his possession and ecstasy fully nourished,
complimented with a fantasy already established
As he was about penetrating like a beam,
I already reached the next level and ready to swim,
as real as this experience may seem,
I immediately woke up to realize it was just a dream
It is
filled with happiness,
an unusual light
as transparencies
illuminate the
drastic actions
that must
be taken
to live in
the throes
of faithfulness
as you take
steps to pester
the solid walls
of inconsistency
that form
everyday glances
into the realm
of truth
that is constructed
with the dreams
of persistence
Times have changed,
And I still think of you.
We are not the same -
We never have been.
Yet these thoughts trickle inside of me
Pooling
Towards the desire.
Oh, how I miss the days of heartbreak.
At least then there was passion.
I miss when my heart was utterly broken.
Each beating shard that gleamed
From the light of my tears
That soaked into my every breath -
They were cured with passion.
Now times have changed.
The essence of your being was refunded.
Who once conformed has now rebelled.
Quite frankly -
You're not even f***able anymore.
And yet -
I still think of you.
What voodoo, what magic
That you do in malice
To have me this way?
Far away,
The years have gone.
Passed away, that person - gone.
The memory so pure
Of the being you were.
You exist only in mind -
Where I think of you.
Another thought elicits it's
familiars
Crowding their weight into the
chamber
Of my weary, doleful mind
What right does he possess
To exhaust my idle time
By way of his enslaving image.
Diamanté poem
Passion
Fierce, intense,
Compelling, flaming, promising,
Fondness, lust, madness, foolishness,
Unreasoning, attracting, longing,
Extravagant, temporary,
Infatuation
Written November 10th, 2014
For contest' Diamanté poem' by Regina riddle
Awarded 6th place
Inspired by Cy
Early on, I called your look lust.
You named it love, one I should trust.
Startled, my feelings then crushed
A blunt voiced decline of love for us.
Your face folded, alarmed, nonplussed,
Before tenderly probing me to discuss
Why love turned my demeanor to rust.
So I shared, I gave and I conveyed
If love is real it need not persuade
For true love grows, it does not fade –
Not according to plans my heart made.
Again, you said love and I said date,
Do not rush for love gladly waits,
While infatuation will just deflate.
We may have but fleeting gifts to share
To nurture our lives overall core welfare.
Please, I continued, just give it air,
Do not rush to construct a nightmare
Built of walls that leak despair.
Still you insisted I be love ensnared.
Now we live maimed inside walls of warfare
That I stupidly allowed despite my scare.