Long Teen love Poems
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The trees around blew words in wind
A young man grasped them
The branches spoke to intertwine
The one he thought a gem
So one day he led her to a crossing
The water glistening a smile for him
As his thoughts were waltzing
And his words swim
From his lips into her ears
Sweet melodies of binds
Something he has wanted for years
And a calling back she finds
He sees the glimmer in her eyes
And knows its not a bless
So his breath becomes a sigh
And he pleas “please say yes”
She looks like she is lost
His words never this bittersweet
His eyes were glossed
And thumping was her heartbeat
The next thing he hears will break his heart
Ripping out the hope plant
The next thing from his sweethart
He hears “I can’t”
Twirling around the glossy smooth floor
Racing with friends on roller-skates
Tossing my hair as I glide across the room
Feeling so certain that this is my destiny
Weaving through the crowd lithely, swiftly
Smiling at everyone, my heart filled with laughter
Lighting the entire room with the heartfelt joy
Discovered in this place where I owned elation
Bending and looping through the noisy rink
Listening to the tender voice of Bob Segar or
Possibly, AC/DC – Lynyrd Skynyrd or some
Other rock n’ roll group who teens revered
Whirling through the gathering of adolescents
My heart was filled with hope that I would find
The chosen one, the boy who I was sure of
A dream of mine, who read all those love stories
Twisting and turning to the sound of Meatloaf’s voice
My heart raced with delight when I saw him smiling
The one I knew would be for me, forever and always
Going down in history… nowadays, I kiss him each morning!
The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
January 9, 2021
Airy Wells and Emmett Street were working class kids,
Just shy of a high school diploma.
Airy’s mom had a habit of drinking too much.
Emmett’s father was fighting lymphoma.
Airy and Emmett had jobs after school,
And mostly just kept out of trouble.
While Airy stocked shelves at the dollar store,
Emmett worked with a pick and a shovel.
Airy and Emmett had always been friends.
And liked spending weekends together.
With summer vacation a few days away,
They were feeling as hot as the weather.
Airy and Emmett walked into the woods,
Not a pocket of breadcrumbs between them.
When Airy got pregnant and started to show,
They were lost in a vast arboretum.
Airy and Emmett were nervous and scared,
But promised to trust in each other.
They knew they were faced with the obvious choice,
Or with Airy becoming a mother.
Airy and Emmett were both underage,
And kept their decision discrete.
When Airy gave birth to identical twins,
Named them Amy and Emily Street.
Airy and Emmett were wedded that winter
By a shill with a cheap bag of tricks.
Their good fairy godmother granted their wish,
And they both got their overdose fix.
Airy and Emmett lost everything fast.
They lived and they died in the margins.
Now Amy and Emily struggle to be,
Like a couple of weeds in the garden.
as i continue walking
i see the flowers of my past
blooming with their beautiful wretchedness.
as i breath you in,
i smell the lies that i let linger,
the thoughts i didn’t dare to think,
this is not love,
this is my performance for myself.
how much of you do i miss?
no, how much of myself do i miss?
what do you see when you see me?
do you see your lies?
or do you see mine?
what did you want me to stop loving
when you told me to move on?
was it only you?
or did you know that it was already too late?
i have already told you,
how much of you is me,
and how much of me is you.
this isn’t equal exchange
it was never going to be.
it ended the moment i smelled your scent,
the fragrance that brings me back to myself.
this flower holds my self,
will i ever be freed?
there is a space you left behind,
and it still calls your name,
like an empty room echoing with your laughter
i tried to fill it,
but nothing fits
in the space you left behind
looking at someone new,
curly hair spilling like waves,
tracing the pattern of each curl,
while my eyes keep searching
for the straight lines of your hair,
for the way you were my summer
after my longest winter.
i tell my friends, “i hate him,”
but really, i don’t.
the only thing i hate
is the space you left.
i could never hate you—
because there was nothing
about you to hate.
and maybe even because
i know i would let you back
into that space
in
a
heartbeat.
We were both young, carefree, so innocent
Dreams never simpler
Life's fruits tastier
Teenage love just one big experiment
Life a fantasy
Feeling fancy free
Uncontrollable hankering for fusion
Swept up in a fiery whirl of confusion
We were too young to know
While daydreams conjured false embellishment
Ravenous hunger
In one unhinged blur
Oblivious to foul entanglement
Dubiously free
Raw complicity
Infatuated craving for inclusion
Foolish heedless impetuous conclusion
We were too young to know
Gone in a whirl of frivolous torment
Foolhardy treasure
Lighthearted banter
Impressionable wide-eyed reckless bent
Dizzy and woozy
Too giddy with glee
Intoxicated with teenage delusion
Delirious adolescent illusion
We were too young to know
Swept up in lustful impetuous passion
Now seems so long ago
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on May 15, 2018 to contest QARINAGE sponsored by GREGORY BARDEN - RANKED 4TH
Your tears flow like a river,
You always appear in my deepest slumber.
I only loved you once,
But I lost you at every chance.
We became the closest of friends,
But we broke apart before the story ends.
It hurt me most and turned my heart blue,
These hidden feelings only I and you knew.
You ignited my heart but turned me green,
When I saw the other girl you had chosen to be seen.
Mourn my mind with grief and pain when you chose her,
I guess there is no way to be together.
I planted anger where love once grew with regret,
Desperately wanting my heart to finally forget.
I just want to say what I held from the start —
I love you my Vincent, with all of my heart.
Please remember our friendship if nothing else,
For loving you was the truest thing I ever felt.
(James)
bid farewell to this town but
search for closure brought me back again
i thought you would wait
was love a joke to you?
"how could you move on?", i asks myself
my sighs louder than the wolves howl at night
seventeen is just a age, i regrets my mistakes
you were my essence, soundtrack to my life
now i see you dancing with him at the ball
the lament in me for our lost love never faded
i always believed you would come back to me
(Betty)
the train didn't stopped and reached oblivion
your ambivalent decision led to our demise
throwing back words at me
saying there were no signs
while i carried the weight
and you had your perfect summer love
an absentee, a cicada your whole life,
now at thirty, you ask me
"how could you? how could you move on?"
i gave you chances after chances
while i was dying from the inside
the pain your betrayal brought me
memories still haunts me at night
i tried talking to darkness
but she felt bored hearing
my missing and crying
after you absquatulated me
“I’m so glad you’re alive”
I told you this, maybe a little too soon
With Nyx painting shadows on our faces
it was a little too dark
But you’re eyes were transfixed completely on mine
And I was completely aware
That it was a little too beautiful for just the second day
I met you a little too late
I wish you could’ve known my 10 year old secrets and friends
And I could’ve known yours
Maybe I could’ve wiped your 10 year old tears
or traced your 10 year old scars with the same worrisome frown I have now
And maybe then it would have mattered
I told you on the day after we first spoke
After hearing what you could only tell a stranger
“I’m so glad you’re alive”
And this was entirely true, but you replied with
a nervous laugh, your eyes exposing the lie in the curl of your lips
“Why?” You asked
I really didn’t know
I guess it was just a little too soon
I was sitting in my
small cottage with
a cot and a chair
On name of furniture.
The little window was
my amazing friend
Because it gave me
Chance to peep through.
The next window panes
Always welcomes eyes
A girl Motee(fat) was forcing
mirror to declare herself princess.
A coat of talcum powder
followed by sun cream lotion,
all artificial things to fool girls
market produced for beauty.
Nice fragrance to add ghee in fire
From left to right, feet to head
examined herself but not satisfied
Once I dare to tell her truth hard.
Beauty lies in our self not
in things that used by you
Wrestler brothers bad memories
Recalled ,got on first they met.
If you have courage enough
to tell her once Motee
got rewards fractures on body
Then why not dare my buddy.