Best Young And In Love Poems

Really wish it was easy as I thought,
And no matter how I fought…
I stood back and watched fall apart.

Family life was too much to bear.
Especially when he wasn’t there,
I was consumed by hurt and despair.

We left all that together;
To find a place that was better…
And...

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Waters of rapture
Engulfed in a fiery love
To bathe in your sun...

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She dreams of him, she wakes to reach for him,
Yearning for the touch of his hands,
Tears well up in her eyes,
Her lips tremble,
As she remembers,
He has been gone many years,
He left her and went on ahead,
But it seems like only yesterday,
When they were young and...

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At the gate of adolescence boy meets girl;
a real jewel but she clearly ranks second.
He spends time grooming another favorite 
and buys expensive gifts for her, like custom wheels.
In times away from her, he’ll mutter with worry
of how she might could suffer harm without him.
Might...

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Lovers Young Couples in Love--

Close-up warn taking off
Running from my tainted cross
The clothes I wear I discard in despair
Alone in Throne lost

Lovers young couples in love

Swollen feet implanted arrest
Fatuated brooks of disgust
Fleshy heart in love not in lust
Clothes chosen lovers clothes on not off

Lovers young...

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Smoke
by Michael R. Burch

The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within (the din was in) my mind, and I can't say
if what we had was good or bad, or where it...

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I let it slip away…
Gentling whispers, like the breathless
Kisses falling over my trembling
Lips when I was young, first love – first
Dreams of everything that becomes
Possible when the soundless urge
Abandoned child, living just at the edge
Where innocence plays in harmony
With the truth, adolescent wonders hastening
Beyond the...

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There were skies onyx at night... moons by day...
lakes pale as her eyes... breathless winds
undressing tall elms; ... she would say
that we loved, but some book said we'd sinned.
 
Soon impatiens too fiery to stay
sagged; the crocus bells drooped, golden-limned; 
things of brightness, rinsed out,...

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Violets
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Once, only once,
when the wind flicked your skirt
to an indiscreet height
 
and you laughed,
abruptly demure,
outblushing shocked violets:
 
suddenly,
I knew:
everything had changed.
 
Later, as you braided your hair
into long bluish plaits
the shadows empurpled,
 
the dragonflies’
last darting feints
dissolving mid-air,
 
we watched the...

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Oh, was it in this dark-Decembered world
we walked among the moonbeam-shadowed fields
and did not know ourselves for weight of snow
upon our laden parkas? White as sheets,
as spectral-white as ghosts, with clawlike hands
thrust deep into our pockets, holding what
we thought were tickets home: what did we...

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Step Into Starlight
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Step into starlight,
lovely and wild,
lonely and longing,
a woman, a child . . .
 
Throw back drawn curtains,
enter the night,
dream of his kiss
as a comet ignites . . .
 
Then fall to your knees
in a wind-fumbled cloud
and shudder to...

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They see an older woman seated awkwardly at the grave,
brushing debris from the sun-warmed stone,
clumsily shifting her weight in the heat -
alone. 

They don't see her memories from thrifty-five lost years ago,
of two teens at the annual fair.
"In the misty corridors of the soul",
he's there.

She...

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Emma’s Smile

He picked her up the other day
And from the window, peeking out of the blinds,
I watched them traipse down the driveway

Practically skipping, arms around each other,
Happiness bubbling from their feet,
Somersault energy fuses them.

At the bottom of the driveway
On their way late for something
They stopped...

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Album
by Michael R. Burch

I caress them—trapped in brittle cellophane—
and I see how young they were, and how unwise;
and I remember their first flight—an old prop plane,
their blissful arc through alien blue skies ...

And I touch them here through leaves which—tattered, frayed—
are also wings, but wings...

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