Best Teen Love Poems
POTW 1 Oct 2018
Gossip about her
swept the school yard through
“Hey if you’ve got what it takes
There’s this girl named Sue
For a pack of smokes
or a drink or two
She’ll kiss you ~ she’ll please you
like no other girl can do”
Her fuchsia glossed lips
Matched the colour of her hair
Her legs went on forever
She had a self-assured flair
He yearned for those baby blues
to stray his way
How did the cool guys snare girls
come what may?
Dreams on his pillow
a teenage fantasy
Were seconds away from becoming
a manly reality
She promised to meet him
in the park one night
Two packs of Marlboro’s
Under the pale moonlight
A brief kiss on the lips
then as she swiftly turned to go
He yanked her back hard
and as she fell to the floor
A fantasy was shattered
Hopes tossed away ~ abused
Feelings of rejection
Cast aside and confused
He lived in an era
Where double standards
were applauded
Girls were shamed
For going all the way
Boys rewarded
However integrity
doesn’t stoop to lows
no need to impress
Head high as he walked
it was not worth the stress
The journey was his ~ along this untrodden road
Tomorrow ~ todays rejection would be yesterday’s episode
Every step away from her was a gentle elixir
Then came her words on the wind ~ barely a whisper
‘Hey ~ I’m a virgin too ~ and a skank I’m not
They sully my name and my character they blot
The smokes are for my mum it eases her pain
And for my sick Ma I’ll do this again and again’
Continued in 'Tears on her pillow'...
The arboretum looks as it did then
With silver maples dancing in the breeze
Wildflowers bloom within the narrow glen
Remember how we kissed beneath the trees?
One special oak displays the heart you carved
With our initials set within its wall
We were so young and yet our souls seemed starved
So passionate are teens when first they fall
Today I came to view the art we left
Surrounded by the blooms, the trees, the birds
And though my heart seeks you, I am bereft
Of promises defined by long lost words
I miss that passion coursing through our veins
Now you have left and loneliness remains
June 10, 2020
All their peach faces have now bowed their heads,
Eighteen lovely roses cut from their beds.
In their wilt lies a sadness I have known
Of inferior complexities tone.
Seeing them like this caused me to recall
Tortures of childhood from when I was small.
Unfriendly faces greeted me at school.
Over and over I felt such a fool.
It's hard to make friends when you're the new kid.
Shy and obnoxious, followed, I just hid.
Then just as I finally found a friend,
Uprooted from that home, it would all end.
I felt like a nomad moving around.
No place to call home, staid on solid ground.
With humble clothing and holes in my shoes
It didn't take much to give me the blues.
But children grow up, and when they have grown
They can make a new life to call their own.
Yet there are still shadows that linger on
From the sadness of childhood, now long gone.
My kids had it better, this I made sure.
No school after school for them to endure.
But we all have lessons to help us learn...
There-in lies the gold that love helps us earn.
© July 19, 2016
Stardust dreams of you in my teens remain
sacred in hours spent wishing you would be
mine to cherish, to kiss, to love. It was not to
be but your handsome face still lingers in my
thoughts, in church choir songs where you
gently reached out to touch my long auburn hair.
6-14-20
~Third Place~
STARDUST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
Is love blind,
Or blind are my eyes?
Tricky it may be,
This question to the wise.
Do you think it's divine,
Or some hormones play?
Is it just subconscious?
Who can truly say ?
Never did i encountered
This thing called love.
Hope it's beautiful,
not just a bluff.
Will it be a bless for me?
Will it be a curse ?
Is there anybody
with whom i can discuss ?
Strange as it sounds to hear,
This story of mine .
Question to the fate is -
Will we ever combine ?
You’re still here
But not physically
although you appear constantly
You’re the wish I make on stars on the long dark nights without you
You’re the candles on my cake I blow out as I wished our firefly loved still burned
You’re the wishbone pulled form the turkey I never ate to thin myself out so you’d stay
You’re the fallen eyelash from my eyes,
the same eyes that cried rivers so the idea of us would stay afloat.
You’re everywhere as every wish in every second of everyday
But no amount of wishing and hoping would ever make you stay
Sometimes extraordinary earthquakes radically rearrange the landscape
Sometimes continents collide, violently vying for the same space
Sometimes the savanna becomes a mountain range dividing two valleys
Sometimes your two best friends are a girl and a guy
she likes him
you like her
Sometimes the savanna becomes a mountain range dividing two valleys
sometimes you wander into a romance novel
not ready for
a love triangle
Sometimes continents collide, violently vying for the same space
sometimes relationships shift and you realize
you are not
the best man
Sometimes extraordinary earthquakes radically rearrange the landscape
sometimes your two best friends get married
and you need
new best friends
Through the lies that shatter, the tears that gleam,
Your eyes show the stories, the shadows unclean,
You were mine to have, you were mine to dream,
You were my spotless lies, my everything.
Time wasn’t money, just as love wasn’t trust,
Time was short and love was lust.
Urges were many, to comply was a must,
Goodbye, blue eyed angel, grind this thin wall to dust.
Love was given and unreturned,
Shadows cleared, lies were slurred,
Truth was fought and visions blurred,
Not love, not lust, not the single heart cured.
Not but a memory, not but a name,
Held fast to a girl with her head bowed in shame,
So long gone but a voice can tame,
Goodbye blue-eyed angel, only I was to blame.
“Send me a pic,” he sent with a smile,
“Share what you’re hiding away.
You’re a beautiful girl, not like the rest,
And you’re never ever even afraid.”
“Hmm, let me think, can I really trust you?”
She replied as quick as she could,
“Sure you can,” he sent, quick as a flash,
“My intentions are all really good.”
So she slipped off her top, behind a locked door,
And numbly stood all alone,
And sent this guy, a photo of her,
Her confused body standing at home,
And this is their life, for new teenage years,
Pleasure removed from the dance,
Intimacy gone, replaced with an image,
Nude selfies replacing romance.
I searched only to find,
days more survived,
th'n wooed by life,
asking the heavens why.
Her name held a promised vow..
likened to a solitary bell,
from tall steeple's climb,
oh, how far I fell..
for one called Michelle.
I'll meet you in starlight again..
if rightful universe is willing,
to lend a helping hand.
Maybe, just maybe,
if they hear me praying,
where winged angels go singing..
her laughing eyes still playing.
Night passes on,
awaiting tomorrow's dawn,
somewhere a lone bell still ringing,
where queen takes pawn.
Two lover's lips willing to relearn,
whispered in a wishing well,
softest voice' heralding a return,
the one called Michelle..
Only four simple letter can cause so much pain.
Only four simple letters can cause someone to go insane.
Those four simple letters can set the difference between friends or becoming a
little more passionate.
Those four simple letters can make sex a little bit more intimate.
Saying those four simple letters can make a guy feel like he the one that is so
special to her.
Saying those four simple letters can let a girl kno that she's the woman that he
prefers.
So be very careful when you say that word/
Because it can heal or hurt if seen, helt ot heard.
If you're serious with someone LOVE is what you need to claim.
Because there's no where to run when LOVE is calling yout name.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Please tell me why I always fall
When I try to do something that will build me up
Then suddenly lose motivation and zeal for it all
So many pursuits were met halfway
I tried to learn skills but procrastination domes my way
Or suddenly I'm swamped with other responsibilities
And when I'm ready to go back, people have already gone far
When I look at my reflection what I see
Is a failing hypocrite starting back at me
People think I'm so smart and so put together
They don't know what burns underneath my sweater
I wish I could be easier on myself
And take things one step at a time
But with the way things are going
I can only feel peace with God by my side
One cannot chide
A teenage bride
Who wants it all done proper
To God Above
She swears its love
But God knows that's a whopper!
A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.
“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow, delicate brush of lips?”
“Some rakish boy, pawning his experience for present pleasure, no doubt.”
“Say true, Mother. If you were a man, would you find this common body worthy of love?”
“You show no blemish child, and display a certain bony voluptuousness - I should think.”
The governess begins to comb and braid Portia’s hair for sleep.
“I saw Portincio this morning, in the courtyard.”
“The boy from Padua?”
“He’s a man Mother, and his cast portents a passion so sweet - it shakes my very frame.”
Mother chuckles, “Even hopeless birds sing in cages.”
“I am not hopeless!” Portia writhes angrily, like a snake about to strike but mother calms her.
“Shoo, shoo, now,” Mother purrs, brushing all the more gently, “I meant nothing of it.” After a moment, she continues, “Love is more than coquetry, little one, and it soon passes - like a parade, or a rash. For now, be happy, you are like the chaste stars - unreachable.”
The unknown pulchritude of my fun-loving, in-your-face cousin crashed down on me.
In an unexpected revelation, inspired by others, without any conscious warning.
When eight of my preteen friends began preening in front of him, unabashed, all eight swarming.
They were sucking in their tummies, and pushing out their chests right in front of him and me.
He had become at paragon of handsomeness , causing me discomfort, just a bit.
You must adore him! He has so much charisma! He is an Adonis! One said loud and clear.
I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out my new cousin in his 14th year.
He was practically smoldering, his brown eyes blazing, a party favorite, the confirmed “hit”.
Written on July 13, 2018
Entered into Laura Loo's Rhyme Time Lucky 8 Contest