Best Loveschool Poems
First and Only
by Carlyn Parent
My heart tingles around the boy
in our middle school hallway,
inducing my body to a pleasant numbness.
My words stutter
the first time we innocently speak.
Time stops
when his soft, thin lips passionately meet mine.
Surely this is just puppy love…
My heart tingles around the young man
in our high school hallway,
inducing my body to a pleasant numbness.
My lips waver
when he smiles my direction.
My legs weaken
when our blue eyes connect.
He is my first love.
. Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of
shopping for gifts for people that already have everything, I find myself remembering that
Christmas of 1954.
Dad had joined the army that year and we moved from the East Coast of Canada
to Ontario, leaving behind our extended family and the only home I had ever know in a small
fishing village along the Bay of Fundy.
Now we stood gazing in horror at the rows of ugly buildings sitting on barren land
in the middle of nowhere. This was the housing provided by the army and was a major part
of the wage agreement.
My mother was inconsolable until dad rented us a small apartment over a Chinese
restaurant in downtown Barrie. There was no remuneration by the army for forfeiting the
housing, so it left dad with a very small pay-check
Pay day was once a month and we usually ran out of money in the last week, so,
off we would go to the pawn shop with dad’s prized possession; his short-wave radio, won for
superior marksmanship.
Being kids, we finally adjusted to our new world as we watched the Santa Claus
Parade march below our living room window amid the honking horns, blaring bands and
throngs of people lined along the streets as far as the eye could see as we laughed with glee.
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We had seen them on our way to school in the window of the bicycle shop;
gleaming with chrome spokes and handlebars and hand grips adorned with multi-colored
streamers. There I would stand until my feet grew numb from the cold, daydreaming of
riding back to the East Coast. I could actually see the sun glistening on the waves as I raced
along the ocean on the way to grandma’s house. More than once I had to stay after school
for being late.
My brother thought maybe if we were really good, Santa would bring those
bicycles to us. I being the older and therefore the wiser, knew the state of the real Santa’s
affairs and promptly convinced my brother I had heard from a reliable source Santa had a
shortage of bicycles this year and we would just have to earn the money and buy them
ourselves.
Continued in part 2....
High school crushes are not just emotional feelings; they're blushing, too. If he has a
crush on her, she has a crush on him. And if she has a crush on him, he has a crush on
this girl, too. All teenagers don't even know that they have a crush on either, unless he
and/or she tells him and/or her. Among all high school teenagers, there's a difference
between love and lust, especially when they have daydreams about that individual. I
remember my sophomore year when I had a crush on this girl. Everybody knows that these
crushes will eventually turn to love and most intimate relationships will be unbreakable.
Sometimes crushes don't last for more than 24 hours, but some of them do. And even if he
and she don't get into a relationship after telling each other that they have a crush on
each other, at least they're still friends. That's all that matters. And if these high
school crushes continue to increase, there's no stopping it. I wonder if there's going to
be an intimate relationship for all young couples?
There is a place a lonely place
I love to go when I am sad
There is a place a quiet place
I know it since wee a lad
And through the green rushes there flows
A shining stream, a boy straying found
Far from school room rigors, and the plow's
Churning of the peanut lands so brown
There is a place a lovely place
That hushes a boy to sleep
And balm his tremors with its grace
So his lonely heart never weep
For mother was busy earning a daily bread
And father was only a learned man
And school was such a bother to the head
I needed a space that said "I can."
Now I am grown and far away
And care and toil wears me thin
I need my lonely place to stay
The river where the eddies spin
For in a city's life I hear all day, the wail
And sorrow of loud sirens, another child
Have tried to fly, another dream that's fail
To open, another longing for the lonely wild
There is a place a lonely place
I love to go when I am sad
And there is a face a haunting face
That makes the aching bad
It's gone, it's gone the misty morning rose
The sunlight dripping from leaf tips of dawn
The balmy wind that from the mountain blows
And she too, but not the lonely, lonely fawn.
high school relationships
not meant to last
a week
a month
your lucky if you make it to a year
its just experimenting
testing the waters
discovering yourself
through the interaction with another
but i don't believe
that, thats all you are
that, thats all we can ever be
an experiment
a stage
a high school relationship
i look around and see
relationships destroyed by the stupidity of high school
and the uncertainty of adolescence
and the unbelievable stress of human nature
but i dont want to be
just a memory
i want us to be the exception
so marry me...
through facebook
and we'll see if we can be more than memories