Teen Love Poems | Examples

These Teen Love poems are examples of Love poems about Teen. These are the best examples of Love Teen poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberDate Night

pic show
no show?

she's late
first date 

lame gaffe
big laugh

airborne
popcorn


Premium MemberUnrequited Love

You took and took till there was
nothing left to give. I would have given you
the moon and so much more.

I never understood
how you so casually dismissed me.
Was it all owed to you?

I wanted to be your knight in shining armour
but you didn't care to be my princess.
You were the party girl bent on having fun.

You'd been a teenage mom who'd lost her youth
rebelling against society's norms
of all that's good and decent.

I never understood and probably never will.
I wanted for us a life of happiness while
you were more interested in having fun.



AP: Honorable Mention 2026

Premium MemberI OFTEN WONDER

You first sought my trembling hand in perfectly sown, soft-honed land.
When our lips quiver gripped with virgin steam by an aloof stream,
time flared our romantic, teenage passion through forest-spiced air.
We lost logic under starry skies devoted to our sighs.

Years did not fray my feelings for our time in youth's twilight rays.
I oft wonder if peaked, bare recall tenderly takes you there ....

Premium MemberPRINCESS KNOBS


Tattered with taped corners, the teen's sagging
shoebox holds heavy doorknob swagger.
Seen outside when four while playing princess,
to her the antique knobs were jewels.
Rays of purples, black and clear orbs, beams
of gold-brass and blues dart in sun's magic.
The teen daydreams of her someday love and
their shared, 'boxed' fate to make doorknob art.

Premium MemberThe Moon Goes Undercover

  
     A full moon paused o’er their cars and hovered
     Arousing fury in teenage lovers ~ 

         What in ‘H’ are you doing
         Shining light on our screwing ~

     Moon laughed:  Just trying to blow your cover


Premium MemberPretty Pink Stone

Pink stone, a billion years old
a miracle in my hand 
shiny pink stone smooth as bone.

Premium MemberYou And Me

Photo of you I posted in my heart
Drives, dribbles me in the court that count
Logos I stick on my shirt
Faces of you that mount

Memories of you I treasure
Frequencies I feel and hold
Selfies you share with me so cool
Breaths of me that fold

Our pictures in me, I keep
Smiles we keep and lift
Night or day we dip
Our lips too far that drift

One day, you left and I pout 
Days passed, I waited for you
You who forgot to send a note
And blaming me, not you

Upon your return you snobbed me
Acting like a kid and mimed at me
Photos of you and me I showed
Posted on a high wall...
  in the mall where you met me!

Premium MemberWho Else Could Truly Know

We fell in love and married young,
others said we couldn’t know.
Who else could truly know my heart,
or which way I should go?

We all must choose the path to walk,
and how we’ll live each day.
It makes no difference the choice we make,
if we take God along our way.

All our challenges will be lessons learned,
he can make it a perfect day.
Others may snicker and laugh at us,
it doesn’t matter what they may say.  

God teaches us through every test,
and after struggles He gives us rest.
© Bill Baker  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberMegan's Locker

You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in daydream's reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will show it
Having our love listed on the docket

You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"

Premium MemberWhat Will You Paint

"Paint with paint or paint with words." By Poet
As a small child I loved to paint, finger paints brought my plain paper to life. As a teen my painting moved on, on to painting by numbers. In our first house I painted the many walls.
Paints come in many pretty colors, some very bright like the sunlight. Paints can come in pretty pastels, like a soft blue just like the sky above. White or black can be added for a new color.
Then I moved on to painting words, and painted with colorful ink. My ink has many pretty colors, to make my words come to life. I will paint beauty everywhere I go.

Premium MemberAwe Family


My husband is over protective.
Less stress is his doctor's objective.
But with two teens at home,
Always on the damn phone,
"Let go" isn't always effective!

My teen daughter is always respectful.
But with chores she is ever forgetful.
Leaving notes doesn't help,
So I tried Grampas belt,
Now we laugh on the floor as we wrestle!

Too many pets with too many holes!
What goes in them from their cute pet bowls,
Comes out of more than just one,
If I don't clean it's not done,
Making me ill seems to be their goals!

Premium MemberPoker Face On - playing it cool

while the room spins around
dreams and wishes swoosh
in tandem in a mega swirl

one look and delirious delight
releases chaotic madness
a sea of sensations in motion

a swarm of tangents and explosives
perhaps concealed under bated breath
but the eyes never lie ~



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium MemberTALLEYRAND

Silk stocking filled with mud was Talleyrand.
With the future of France held in his hand,
He played kibitzer-informed cards with skill,
Maneuvering a Congress to his will.

There once was a Marquis named Talleyrand,
Who loved ladies and a fine sarabande
Smarts from ladies gained as a teen
Helped him escape the guillotine,
Surviving four regimes as he had planned.

Vested in priestly garb this backslidden Bishop
Chose diplomacy over baptism and hyssop.
Though Talleyrand walked with congenital limp,
He was never known as a diplomatic wimp.

Premium MemberBeatles McCartney, Lennon, Harrison and Starr

Paul wrote songs he sang with his guitar. The “cute” one, he has come amazingly far! The “smart” one John went successfully solo, but one tragic day got murdered by a nut. George, smoker, lead guitarist and spiritual, “quiet” one, got cancer. He’d composed “Here Comes the Sun.” Ringo, the Beatles’ drummer, met his second wife filming “Caveman.” They’ve enjoyed a long, rich life.

Premium MemberTeen Age Love

             Teen Age Love

          When  I was only seventeen
           owning heart open and clean
           Dear, You were too eager and keen.

                         I have not glanced, but you approached
                         You yourself promised, I adored
                         You easily left, me ignored.

         Pain pricked, pierced ,and  hard to bear
          But time stood as the best healer.
          Grief bade bye and mind became clear.

                       New love appeared, placed me on top.
                       Disappointments I had to drop.
                       On dismal I put a full stop.

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