First Poems - Poems about First

A beast named Gavin Godzilla Liked a girl named Priscilla. The issue was that he was a klutz And it drove everyone nuts. He was an embarrassed, sorry gorilla. He broke everything that he touched And accidentally smutched. He tripped on his feet And tried to retreat Because he felt ashamed and blushed. Gavin came...

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The first moment that we met I couldn't believe my eyes The woman standing before me Was a sweet and elegant surprise Her beauty was beyond amazing And her smile was so bright It was at this moment that I knew I had fallen in love at first sight Her eyes the pinnacle of vividness That...

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Friendly digits I ache for robots I know my longing For a poet who is longing For a poet who doesnt know the highest intellectual esteem To study the artist Is supreme The emotional side About which they dont care For me is poignant So why did they stop to stare Study that human Crazy as we are And go out to eat How bizzarre ...

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How innocent are the words from the mouths of cute teens, it's raw poetry dedicated to lovers in any season that inflames ardent desire! Can that burning flame endure the longest time and become brighter and hotter than a crackling fire? Nothing seems strange about being sentimental, it's the age of tender romance, somehow delusional; touching should be spontaneous, not considered sinful: we all...

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The good thing is I am never going to be crying, But the truth is there is still this deep heartaching longing For that very something with that very someone I am missing....

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Eight years old in short pants clad, I am going with my dad, Dodger stadium, surreal - but Heaven is for real. Late at night, lifeguard station, tenderness and elation - first kiss, how does it feel - like Heaven is for real. It seemed I never could persuade, but, in my dorm, that night she stayed - Another...

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I hear the train in the distance I still have some time though it is getting shorter Bought my ticket cost me a lot The train whistle calls my name It hasn't arrived when the conductor will call all aboard and my ticket will be punched I paid first class I need to get some errands done Good byes forgiveness and tears...

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Your face is the first one I see before waking, and the last before I rest. You hold the key to my heart and soul, whilst I had burnt it to dust. In your eyes, I find warmth, and in your arms, I feel safe. I whisper your name in every wish I make and every prayer I...

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I miss you im sorry Life is weird without your here I want you so bad Please dont go away How can i do it without you Ill be broken Come back I dont want to be alone I love you Love me back Please But you left me broken And I cant do it with a broken heart The worst part is I...

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Before the breath, before the cry, Where silent stars in stillness lie, A pulse begins, a spark, a thread, In quiet dark where dreams are fed. The sea within, both warm and deep, A drifting soul begins to sleep— Yet stirs with whispers soft and round, Of mother's voice and beating sound. A bud unopened feels the rain, The hush of joy, the ghost...

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Red roses in hand, A lad gives on his way— First flower blooms bright. ____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This haiku captures the tender offering of a first flower—a quiet symbol of new beginnings and the unspoken bloom of feeling. In its simplicity lies a powerful gesture, marking the quiet start of something beautiful, hopeful, and unknown....

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I just don't want to hurt you. There is so much going through my mind. All the feelings drown me, The waves hit me and knock me down. Down. All the way down, Until my face is in the sand and I can't breathe. I just don't want to hurt you. But as my lungs fill with...

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Just smiling, shining & indivisible, All at the broader punch! Alone approached the dependable, Before-head a worst crunch. My heart heading innocent, Gave-up myself, my soul. Wasn’t sure of the pretend, To her, just in a joule! She went, her shadows too, Broke my heart in a bitter truth. Cracked the confidence inside a blow, I am at North, she’s at South! You certainly would have, What I...

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Tea Time Let’s each have a cup of Earl Grey Maybe a hot scone with butter Newly met, we have much to say Our first time together goes well Perhaps there will be more tea times ...

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The air slowly fills with curly pungent wafts of steam billowing up from a hot freshly brewed cup of coffee. Raising the baton to conduct the dawn chorus of bird songs and plans mulled to begin. I love to see and feel the ringlet tufts of steam getting up my nose, blurring and opening up my eyes, like a curtain raise, to conduct...

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