Infatuation Poems - Poems about Infatuation

Wednesday, 2024.05.01 By May, 3 months passed, We enjoyed three day trips to the nature. We respected and polite towards each other. Somehow I started developing feelings for you. I knew from the beginning, Our relationship could not be further than this. I came up with an idea, By not going to your 2nd home. I stayed away to create some spaces, Like "Out of...

Continue reading...

That mesmerizing smile, or was it those dazzling eyes? One glance, I'm melting. It's more—it has to be. My trust is worth more than a pretty face. It must be the kindness, the way you made me feel safe. Finally, you were here, right in front of...

Continue reading...

She gambled on you She walked a bridge too far You didn't feel it true It was too high a bar She could have tried talking That way she would've known Behind your infatuation Real affection hadn't grown She thought there was a bond A mystical dream But the wizard lost his wand You were just a prop in...

Continue reading...

I don’t even know what you do to me, but I know I want it to keep happening; You are a mystery I cannot fathom; I try to sound your depths, and even sinking into them I cannot tell just how far you reach, how far down I am willing to descend. Is it madness for me to want you, is it rapture I feel when your skin...

Continue reading...

Mentality Is chemistry In emotion....

Continue reading...

The destination to my odeyssey A train I'll never catch A journey never fulfilled Shall I commence anew? Shall i let it fade away? Will I ever find a train again? A chance to forget this pain? Regrets, achievements and money Love, tears and gain? You appear as fine honey Reek of tainted money...

Continue reading...

I love, I love Yes, I love to love Like a genius in love Like a fool in deep love I love like no one ever loves Like I love watching the doves Drifting up and down in the sky Below and above the clouds Whether the weather is wet or dry Below and far away from the clouds. It is not a mistake to...

Continue reading...

Lies deeply in thy self conscious thought that one's thinking could control the souls matter allowing one's self to be opened purely for the purpose of being here thus not being judged the excitement for another being to yearn the pleasure of your passion to be absorbed in a place that can't fit your soul and mine so crowd thinking...

Continue reading...

Poetic verses manifest, for there is beauty unattained. We yearn for distant, lofty skies; for floating, contemplative clouds, and souls that overflow the eyes. Combustive, nameless hankerings revitalize our sluggish hearts, prolonging our linguistic cruise. Forever, we anticipate precise vocabulary hues. All we possess is poetry to hold on to our heavenly infatuation with the world, for poetry has always been the herald of eternity. ...

Continue reading...

I can’t remember myself I’m lost in the attraction the bleeding need the dirty impolite hunger make me somehow matter soap me with important gifts drape me brilliant feathers curves that bedevil make me pretty to him...

Continue reading...

I will sing to you in Russian Recite to you in Greek Converse in any language That you deign to speak I will follow you through Hades Protect you from its fire Look at you adoringly Object of my desire I will save your seat While you enjoy the dance’ Protect you with my shield Defend you with my lance I will walk on hot coals If it...

Continue reading...

Her words like silk, Her kindness a balm to my soul; Lost in her embrace, On forgotten streets we stroll. A spell she weaves, A peaceful enchantment of grace; Her eyes, a loyal guide, In this soundless, tranquil place. Her tears fall like rain, A butterfly's desperate cry; I stumble for an answer, Unsure if this is truth or lie. If this is real, Or a figment of...

Continue reading...

What you had yesterday that I have today and what I have today That must be yours tomorrow. We have been made Solely to perform on stage In well and woe. Just think... What if we were not born? We'd not feel the Gentle touch of mother, The sweet Fragrance of flower, The appearance Of the sun, The delectable call of fountain, And...

Continue reading...

Antagonism's stand up protagonist, Her dark comedy impatient inside AuntAgony declares left out right in face of a bi-culturally sublime ProWithiGistic voice within, if S/He only vulnerably dared to risk her starkly impatient tissue issues: I did not choose to lose deep dark masculinity To no longer and wider grow against you just as you could not choose to lose mistrust against Diva EcoWe Aunt defying Uncle inside Agony Pitching out and...

Continue reading...

out of everything that i’ve ever been told in my life out of all the things that have been said to me that render me obligated to shove a coy smile and an aloof “thank you” into the hands of whoever was speaking, the heartfelt anecdotes that have stuck with me the most are the ones to...

Continue reading...