Long Teenage love Poems
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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
When I see you,
I forget those bad moments;
When I love you,
Light comes from darkness.
Oh, God! Is that heaven
Where I wish to die?
Is that heaven where I want to lie?
Little high, little shy
Oh, Love! Say 'Good bye'!
When you come to me,
Heartbeats like to play within;
When you look at me,
My world looks for nothing.
Oh, Eyes! Are that you
Made me to cry?
Are your eyes where I want to lie?
Little high, little shy
Oh, Love! Say 'Good bye'!
When you promise me:
'I shall wait for you ever!'
When you trust upon me,
I can bide your each tremor.
Oh, Trust! Is that you
Led her to defy?
Is that hype where I wished to die?
Little high, little shy
Oh, Love! Say 'Good bye'!
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.
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.
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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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Polished shoes. Check.
Bathed. Check.
Brushed hair one hundred strokes. Check.
Used deodorant. Check.
Re-did lipstick five times. Check.
Re-did eye make up twice. Check.
Changed clothes. Check.
Looked in the mirror. Check.
Twirled in the mirror. Check.
Changed clothes. Check.
Looked in the mirror. Check.
Twirled in the mirror. Check.
Took off this outfit and put on the first outfit. Check.
Honey, your date's here!
Just a second, Mom.
Change clothes two more times. Check.
Put the first outfit on again. Check.
Close closet door so you cannot see the mirror. Check.
Go downstairs and rescue your date from the hot seat. Check.
I'm in love; racing heartbeats and cheeks hot.
Strange, this feeling, where out of sense I'm brought
Instead of tea, sugar I pour in pot.
Baby brother is neglected in cot.
Lonely places now I seek for my thought.
The sensible ones seem to me but snot.
My homework and classes are all for naught.
My whole being with ecstasy is wrought.
Confused emotions hold my nerves all taut.
How long will I bear this state of distraught?
Cunning Cupid takes delight with his shot,
While I'm all tied for good in a tight knot!
23/08/16
Contest: monorhyme mania - John Hamilton - Place 5
120 syllables, 10 per line.
(on howmanysyllables.com)
Caught by surprise one sunny day,
a neighbor's friendly voice said "Hi"
as I was passing by
her garden's flower spray.
Upon hearing that simple word,
it came together in that place,
a lovely garden, a pretty face,
and something in my heart stirred.
Kind friend, strangely, it appears
I've gone all silly and soft.
My spirit was borne aloft.
It's been so many years.
'Twas a glad moment of rebirth,
but how can I engage
in love at my old age?
I know I must return to earth.
Yet, for a moment, so insane,
I begged her pardon,
gave a flower for her garden,
and felt teenage love again.
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