Firstlove Poems

Rhetorical Somethings And Nothings

Somewhere there’s a
sunflower poking out from
the corner of a concrete
barrier, going unnoticed
by everyone except
myself.

And it makes
me wonder:

They say when
you fall in love with
an artist, you
can never die.

But what
happens when
an artist falls
in love? Do
they continue
capturing futures,
or only retrospective
moments?

Time is an old
concept—or shall
I say, odd?

Because
I see you in soft shadows
and storefront glass, in
wilted flowers I forget to
water,

Love Songs Don't Sound As Good As They Used To

Have you heard
the one about the
birds and the
bees?

I never much liked
it myself, because it
soured the taste of
our innocence.

Or maybe our
innocence soured
the taste of us.

So much for happy endings,
and so much for love.
So much for innocence,
and so much for us.

You’re an old slow dance.
You’re an old song.
And if I’m being
honest—

I still think back to that
time I

I Lost My Body

If I could go back in time,
I’d go back to when I believed in soulmates
the way I believe the stars in the night sky
guide us to a predetermined destiny.

Poorly illuminated by the moon,
leaving you to seek yourself intentionally.

Well, 
I’ve learned you can throw away fate
when you make an extremist choice,
deviating against that destiny.

Like salmon in

Us Again

Oh, I want to go back
To when forever was possible 
When I was still falling asleep on your couch
When our only fears were of monsters in the dark
When we would get so mad at our parents for not letting us have sleepovers

I miss you so much it physically hurts
But I would go through the pain
Over

That Tree

It’s not our world anymore, there's more than just you and me
But there wasn’t when we carved our names into that tree.

Painted black and blue

You stripped me from my innocence.

painted me black and blue you'd tell me that you loved me but honestly it wasn't true.

You told me I was beautiful and that no one else compared.

Expect for the entire naiborhood who would have stopped and stared.

 you told me not to tell anyone and even if I dared

Winter Bear

NA poetry contest
Sponsor: Ink Empress
3rd Place.

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you ~ Rumi

To me, you were 
my youth.	

The remainder of my childhood dreams, 
the obscure smiles of benign warmth
the gentle whispers to a tear so meek
the flower bed veiling a breathing corpse.

And I had seen cruel strife
Trees of shade being

Ephemera

There’s a box lying somewhere.
Somewhere in a dusty cupboard.
Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still.
Somewhere no one can find it.

I think about it, sometimes.

Sometimes, when I breathe.
Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of grey smoke and let those rashes bleed.
Sometimes, when in the dead of night, my lashes are wet.
Sometimes, when I’m looking

Since You Left

My lips have felt so cold, since you left.
My hands seem so heavy, since you left.
My skin feels so dirty, in need of touching by your hands, since you left.
My heart feels so lonely, since you left.
My eyes keep on searching for the reassuring sight of your eyes since you left.

And yet, when you were

Silent Echoes

Distant from rest,
our love wasn't the rain ,
not thunder nor quake ,
it resided in profound silence,
to the extent of hearing eachother's thoughts,
Like echoes blending into one,
In these moments ,
found solace and grace ,
a language of Whispers,
Like secret trysts.
But I ruined it all ,
draining the hues from your eyes ,
yours eyes once vibrant ,
now stained with

Lost Petal

Beneath every roses,
I searched for your petal... 

That last leaf is my respite,
You are a beauty in my heart... 

The soil that shed my tears,
Created that lost rose... 

That last leaf is my respite,
You are a beauty in my heart... 

Beneath every hearts,
I searched for my soul... 

A last respite in my heart.

My Only Love Who Is So Far

I love you, or your face is still a thought. 
As my perplexed mind feels safe when you are around.
This calmness serene moment answers my existence,
A walk uphill doesn't feel tiring anymore,
Your hand is like an antidote.
An anectode about you can fill my blank pages,
I am thrilled for those who would read about you after

My Least Favourite Mistake

My least favorite mistake 
That's what you are
What a dumb heart ache 
This has gone too far

Maybe its a consequence 
For all the heartbreak i inflicted 
But don't have so much confidence
They weren't that afflicted

A real jerk is what you are
I've never felt like this before
A first love worst than tar
I guess i was an

My First Love

MY FIRST LOVE 
 
     When i saw you first time my heart
         Started beating fast and fast
       I only want you to be the last and last 

       You are

Why Is My Mind Wavered

Why is my mind wavered !!
Why is the moment of hope !!
I am a passer, of hearts,
With joy in letters,
These eyes steeped in mischief,
I wrote the name on my heart,
There is a panic in the chaos, why !!
Love is there, why !!
You are the dream of a poet
You are part of incomplete hearts
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