Best Young Love Poems
‘far from the madding crowds’ and cars
this ‘green and pleasant’ land of ours
conceals behind its dry stone walls
secrets, streams and waterfalls
where stepping stones that gather moss
‘shine forth’ and tempt us both across
to distant fields of eighties’ skies
now clouded through autumnal eyes
where sheep still bleat as we both pass
along old paths of weathered grass
rekindling thoughts as each track weaves
of first love, hope and burning leaves
that once infused a simpler air
but linger still inside somewhere
to guide us on those wistful miles
through woods, past farms and over stiles
in search of where we sat and spent
time dreaming dreams of dreams we dreamt
over the hills and far away
inside a world called yesterday
and where we’d stay ‘til light turned late
in fields beyond the kissing gate
where now through gentle smiles and tears
reflecting on those forty years
it feels like time has flown so fast
since young love asked if love could last.
I feel your unrehearsed pauses--
the rustle of a blue shirt in leaving
a tangy ache your firm lips make,
holding back cold, collected words.
This rendezvous ... a slow-fire quiver
an ending which has it's own interment;
and outside, night wrestles with time
brittle dew against my eyes, dry mouth
licking an estranged bite that reminds me
of your frivolity . Until sighs
become hollow and stuttering
like a thirst from a weltering breakwall.
So it is with discovery,
the trails of affection are never mine
as I call you grimly,' 0 heart-breaker'
while banging shells litter on the dunes
as this heart shrinks from tangled lies:
There is still much to learn about
young passion... needles upon my chest
losing you from sight like a migrant breeze...
for a woman , fragile at eighteen.
When I look on my life that's now half-spent,
I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past,
wishing myself better Fortune's consent,
love, friends, and wealth with naught to lose or waste,
but for the mean expense of young love lost;
despising this, I oft' bemoan the loss
of vestal company's first time the most;
for matrons offend like mouldering moss,
which, like Time's sure, inexorable march,
destroys the juvenescence of life's spring
year by year till extinguishing Youth's torch,
a dead flame for which I am most desiring.
If I could live and love anew once more,
I'd not err this time: and lay a rude whore.
Stiff, stifling, arid air: snakes, lizards, sand,
and cactus. Scorched red rocks and baking skin.
My canteen empty in a barren land -
my romance landscape till first love walked in.
One summer evening under moon's cool beam,
the desert's xeric heat no longer cursed.
Lazing with friends. A pool... in walked my dream.
First glance: a tall, cool drink to slake all thirst.
Then as her eyes met mine, my blood ran warm.
My hand touched hers; both temp and pulse were raised.
In time, slow dancing - two bodies conform,
and with that first kiss, fulgent flames soon blazed.
The desert heat from which I'd just emerged
blithely returned, as first love's swelter surged.
Long ago, a girl and boy met walking through a pumpkin field.
She laughed and ran, he dared to chase, and neither ever paused to yield.
The boy was rich, and she was poor - for this they did not care.
For what was fortune or the lack, when playtime be your fare?
The year ran out and came again, and pumpkins grew once more.
The boy and girl would meet and laugh and tell of local lore.
Year on year the two would meet until they both grew tall.
And one good year he stole kiss, sometime late in fall.
“Marry me,” he said to her and her response was “yes.”
She laughed and sang and didn’t mind she had nothing for a dress.
The boy, once home was sat straight down and sternly told to choose.
The girl he loved would ne’er be his, else his fortune he would lose.
The proposition made him think, perhaps he had been wrong,
And in the pumpkin field again, he made her wait so long.
The girl, she had no gold or jewels – only love and faith,
So, nothing mattered quite as much as that one handsome face.
He kissed her long and then again, his passion cruel and bold,
He told her then she’d ne’er be his - and left her in the cold.
The next day dawned, the farmer farmed, and all seemed as before,
Until he stumbled on some cloth and recognized the frozen form.
Tears had hardened where they’d fallen, down her pretty cheeks,
And her lovely lips so still and blue, never more would speak.
The farmers anger grew and glistened, though he knew quite well,
There’d be no justice for the girl, in this calloused dell.
He took the pumpkin she had clutched and carved in it a look,
A hellish laugh condemned the boy for the life he took.
The boy, he saw the farmers gourd, and fear did strike his heart.
He ran so fast he tripped at last and down a cliff he did depart.
And every year that has gone by the villagers remember,
And put their pumpkins at the door, within each gourd an ember.
It flickers so, that every soul would know that good comes not
To those that pray upon their lessers – comes only spoil and rot.
Uncertainty lies
With us being together
Yet claiming promises
Of always and forever
Old fashion belief
In a love without measure
Steady we shall stay
For always and forever
Numb without one
Starved without the other
So crucial is the keepsake
Of always and forever
Words will continue
In a ritual blether
Sharing future vows
Of always and forever
But the stars predict
Our relationship be severed
Still we cling to the hope
Of always and forever
Will we follow the sensible
Give into the worlds pressure
And forsake the idea
Of always and forever
Or instead grasp tight
Run away to wherever
Just he and I
For always and forever
Only time will tell
I love you in the morning
I love you in the night
I love you without scorning
I love you with my might
Save your kisses just for me
Save your caresses too
Save your song of what will be
Save your words of love so true
Say you’ll be my Valentine
Say you’ll be mine forever
Say you’ll love me for all time
Say you’ll leave me never
Love is free and is forever young
Who said age is limited to find love
Age is more than just a number
it’s rather a number counted as blessing
it’s to enjoy living the life you have to its fullest
and fall in love happily regardless the number of your age
Because your heart is ageless it needs to share
that forever young love
So there
Be you
Be free
Be spontaneous
Be happy
Be loved
Believe in yourself
in what you do or who you want to be
need not to worry of other’s opinions for they
matter not
dance to the rhythm of your happiness
you’re a beautiful loving soul
Be you
Be strong
Be curious
Be adventurous
~ Live
laugh
love
until you
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p
So there
Share away your forever young love
Seal your heart with true happiness
Because a happy heart means a happy life
This poem is dedicated to my grandma who found love
again at the age of 79... she inspires me :)
If only we could have
held more tightly, a bit
longer; perhaps while
fondly dreaming had learned
beforehand the many
dexterities of hearts...
but the moment
is a moving target--
once seized
its changes continue,
nothing held long enough
to exist the same
beyond the first
grasping….
An innocent glance
A coy blushing smile
Our words will dance
With shy sheepish style
A very quick look
Soft whispered Hi
The nerve it took
had to at least try
A very young crush
A puppy kinda love
How youth will rush
As love they think of
An accidental touch
Embarrassed laughter
Thoughts filled with much
Like a happily ever after
When you blew me that kiss,
I knew right away it would miss.
But a little girl picked it up,
as it landed in a buttercup,
and said, "I think you were meant to be the recipient of this."
"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways" - Rumi
You were there and I was there.
There was no one else to interrupt our silence.
Closing my mouth, I inhaled deeply
the scent of your cologne.
Intoxication - a sublime surrender to the sense - filled me
as I let my fingers trace the path my eyes had blazed
across your face,
and you reciprocated, mirroring my touch
as your lips and fingers lighted
reverently on my cheeks, my eyes, my mouth . . .
The thrill of new love
hung deliciously
in beauty’s hush around us.
A hundred ways I must have touched your face
as a hundred kisses you were placing
up and down my neck and
above and beneath my ear lobes.
Silent shivers of anticipation made way at last
for the softness of your sweet mouth
on mine.
Young love, so wondrous, so fresh -
you echo - silent still -
in the caverns
of my fondest recollections
Revised Feb 25, 2020 for Lu Loo's Free Verse On Love Poetry Contest
Jumping from the sky
Landing in his lap
Hugging him hard
Dancing with Joy
Being silly for all the right reasons
Singing at the top of my lungs
Sure I am the prettiest
Happiest, smartest, most delightful
Delectable, exciting person in the world
When I am in love.
She met him when her heart was young,
Fell hard and fast, but it was a feeling unsung.
Time would take her down so many roads,
Where life seemed so hard as darkness explodes.
Breathless prayers led her to stop her mayhem,
Her road turned narrow, but life wouldn’t condemn.
When she met him again, so many years later,
Her heart was improved by love from the Creator.
Together, they shared a journey – memory’s elation,
Promised to write their story of love’s amazing sensation.
As time passed, for them, the story grew more perfect,
Bonded by love growing wild in hearts who know respect.
She met him when her heart needed a friend,
And, he was certainly her feelings greatest godsend.
Although I can’t tell you if and when their story might end,
I know that their love story is one my words will forever defend.
I’m thankful that I know this story, which was grown by my soul,
It is a story built by God’s great gift, love that makes hearts whole!