Long Teenage love Poems
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Sometimes i still think of you
The smoke you blew
Kissing my cheek
It used to make me weak
Thought we’d run away
And not tell a body
You have my teenage love
Just above your thigh
A scar, the heart of mine
I felt bad for those deep red lines
But at the time
you didn’t seem to mind
As it dripped down to the metal
You had me gentle
brains can’t keep up with eyes
As we see the sun rise
What we were, seen taboo
But is that what psycho lovers do?
You were my perfect secret
Kept you discreet
in your back pocket
Forever unable to top it, do you remember the sound
“Can we go to the playground?”
“You just want to lace round”
You called me your fallen bride
All dressed in white
But you’re meddling, wanted different dice
Held on to me too tight
You were a trembling vice
You had my teenage love
Just above your thigh
A scar, the heart of mine
I felt bad for those deep red lines
But now she seems to mind
You touched it gentle
Said if it went away you’d go mental
As we see the sun rising
Needing to realize, she can’t anew
What we were i outgrew
But now she wants to redo
Your scar, the heart of mine
Why does it make her whine
Our distortion, proof of what we knew
that’s what psycho lovers do
You ate all of me
throw my bones lovely
What happened Russeling?
You let rust in
What happened Raye?
My heart was tied, disarray
We’d never last
A love made by petrified glass
PUPPY LOVE
Across the playground hand-in-hand they walked,
Oblivious to all who milled around.
Quite unaware of how their classmates talked
And sed at the teenage love they’d found.
Their eyes, hers hazel, his the deepest blue,
Saw only one another in their gaze.
Their ears were deaf to everybody who
Smiled knowingly, “Their love is just a phase”.
Their teachers made them sit apart in class
“There’s time enough for that when school is done.
You have O-level chemistry to pass”
And anyway, fifteen is far too young
They laugh at what those people used to say.
Tomorrow is their golden wedding day
9th October 2020
Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor - John Hamilton
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one summer
as the ocean shimmered
sweet regrets, after a tattered day...
earth wept tears, as the sun shriveled into the bay..
and the receding tides washed our footprints away
erased in time....lost in a glimmer...
teenage love, remembered...
one summer...
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I am a widow;
And I'm alone but not alone
Oh', And I've been without a wife for 3 years 9 months 4 days
And the grieving process was very strong the first couple of years
I met my first and only wife at the age of 17 and a half years old
I was on her job sitting in the reception area in front of her just staring glaring at her
Yes it was a young teenage love that I had for her
And believe it or not she had standards
She didn't want an extreme lazy man conceited a pretty boy
She didn't drink alcohol or smoke cigarettes or do marijuana
She had standards
Oh she said if you think you're interested in me you have to do the minimum of one thing
You have to go to church and try to be righteously with me
I said if that's all you want for this courtship being old-fashioned I told her I got this
So approximately 3 years later for my 21st birthday we said I do and in a religious ceremony we got married
After 40 years of marriage three children and my two grandchildren
On June 18th 2016 God took back his daughter
Leaving me here alone but not alone
Marriage is beautiful in the essence of God
And holy when you include God
Marriage is more then just touching and awe sexual intercourse
Marriage is sanctioned by God and glorified and beautiful impart more blessed
I had a dream last night to paraphrase yes it was real but I met someone that we talked and I looked in her eyes it was all positive we are on one Accord I'm not physically looking for I love to spouse but God knows my heart?
I miss I do miss positive marriage the goods and the bads the ups and the downs The Joint devotionals and all that expound
I do miss marriage... I Do
3/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
poem 1 - luca and lilyanna
a hush in the hall,
my heart starts to call.
brown eyes, a gleam,
like a half-forgotten dream.
each doorway i face,
a hopeful quick pace.
will he be there then ?
to smile once again.
brown eyes so deep,
all the secrets they keep.
a teenage love, true,
just me and you.
luca and lilyanna too,
names whispered soft, new.
a future we see,
brown eyes looking at me.
poem 2 - fading away
shattered glass, a broken vow,
luca, lilyanna, just a dream now.
empty cribs, where laughter slept,
a promise broken, a secret kept.
my fault, perhaps, i aimed too high,
chasing stars across the sky.
he’ll be my focus, my sun, my all,
i’ll catch him if he begins to fall.
school doesnt matter, degrees can wait,
just him beside me, sealing my fate.
please come back, my sweet, sweet boy,
lets find our laughter, rediscover our love and joy.
remember that night, the stars were so bright ?
when your first “i love you” felt so warm and right.
i’m sorry with all my might,
i want it back, with all it’s light.
i pray and beg, but silence remains,
a heavy echo of heartaches and pains.
hes not coming back, no matter my pleas,
just shattered hopes and dreams.
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
Came our love with an expiry date,
Sooner that knocked the door, not so late.
None of us wantonly wished to break,
But teenage love in time rusts to shake.
Nor a knot to break off does get tied,
Time tends to loosen, wanes as each tide.
The twosome on walking together
Awhile found out: our paths did differ,
Whence was warmth there showed up when a wart—
A sad tale— no ‘till death do us part’.
To be wise being no easy task,
What then is the way out? We did ask.
No use cleaning up time’s dusty bed,
Nor even copious tears to shed,
And like a record stuck in a groove,
We both mumbled not to fall in love.
But resolve it was of burial site
That lasted but for a moment’s blight,
And much like that record stuck in groove,
Nudged a bit, onward both lives did move.
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Satire with a tongue-in-cheek |12.12.2020| humour
Topic: love, relationship
Sex is not love,
it never was,
just a fire that burns and asks for nothing beyond the rush of a moment’s pause.
Dating is not love,
not just dinners, not just calls that stretch till the night feels whole—
not just two names tangled in a digital scroll.
Talking 24 hours is not love either,
words can flow like rivers and still remain empty at the shore,
sound without soul, echoes asking for more.
Love is something wider than the sky,
not a cage, not narrow, not something that asks the soul to lie.
It is vast—like silence between two understood hearts,
where even distance cannot tear them apart.
Love is when someone stays in your worst,
not because they have to, but because leaving you would hurt them first.
It is presence without demand,
a quiet holding of your trembling hand.
Love is when they understand your silence like a language,
when your broken pieces don’t need translation or passage.
When your pain doesn’t need to be spoken out loud,
yet they hear it beneath every crowd.
Love is not blame, not war disguised as care,
not scapegoats thrown into emotional air.
It doesn’t point fingers when things fall apart,
it learns how to stay without breaking the heart.
Love is what this generation slowly forgets to feel,
lost in things that glitter but never heal.
It is not money, not gifts that fade in time,
but happiness shared in a rhythm, almost like a rhyme.
A love letter written with shaking hands and truth,
more valuable than anything polished or smooth.
Love is expressing, not impressing,
not changing someone into a version you’re guessing.
It is seeing them real, raw, and free,
no masks, no pressure of who they “should be.”
And maybe love is incomplete, still becoming, still true—
not a finished story, but a feeling that grows with you.
In the patio as I sat looking at the blue sky,
I saw dark clouds gathering.
A wind passed whispering through leaves.
Sunlight got dimmed by a dark veil.
Lightning snaked zig zag through the sky,
Giving a vague feel that something,
So sudden was about to happen.
I guessed a summer rain long overdue,
Coming as a blessing to the parched earth,
To douse the heat and scrub away the dust.
I heard raindrops flop and break
On the roof top in ones and twos.
Soon came down a torrential downpour,
Raising the scent of roasted earth,
Titillating the nose and reviving my spirits.
How the starved earth sucked them in!
How quickly they disappeared out of sight
I heard the roar of wind, saw trees casting leaves,
Specters of green and yellow spiraling down.
Watched the race of truant clouds along the sky,
Being driven away by the sweeping wind.
As teenage love comes drenching the heart,
Then slips away leaving rainbow memories,
As swift as the rain came, swiftly it returned
Making the sky cerulean with a rainbow arching in it.
Dropping a few coins in the glossy nickel slot
They hung out together at a small-town cafe
Listening to popular songs on a flashy jukebox
Savoring salty fries and cheap greasy burgers
Facing a quaint, run-down house she adored.
Steps away on a sandy beach they strolled,
Two giggling teens in each other’s footprints
Mingling with evening’s misty warm breeze
Gazing ruby sight on twilight’s amber horizon
Beholding golden sun dipping in blue ocean.
When starry night invoked scent of fervid ardor
Warm breaths crooned, blushing young desires
Reveling every hug and touch, daring for more,
As gleaming eyes revered blazing teenage love.
That’s when they were wild in lyrics of Brown Sugar
Kissing to the melodies of doting hearts’ stimulus
Humming tunes of Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow;
Parting for college at the end of summer season.
He bought the quaint house she so dreamed about
And gave it her name from summers of the past…
Long after she told him, how life takes its toll
If night’s dream shatters yielding to morning sun,
And words once beloved, lose their relevance
When old memories wither as time changes people.
April 2, 2020
Placed 1st: Strand choice Y contest by Brian Strand
Brown Sugar by The Rolling Stones
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Carole King/Gerry Goffin