Teen Love Poems | Examples of Teen Love Poetry

How innocent are the words from the mouths of cute teens, it's raw poetry dedicated to lovers in any season that inflames ardent desire! Can that burning flame endure the longest time and become brighter and hotter than a crackling fire? Nothing seems strange about being sentimental, it's the age of tender romance, somehow delusional; touching should be spontaneous, not considered sinful: we all...

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you tell me you love me— though only after i give you something. “go to the bathroom” “it’ll be fast” “it’s okay” you say when i tell you i’m scared yet, it’s not okay. i didn’t want love, i wanted to be loved. i wasn’t getting that from you, yet this still made me feel wanted. like someone finally wanted me. wanted us. in reality i was...

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There's a light I do not know it But I feel it All the more There's no light But it burns And I feel it Despite snuffing out The glow before ...

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The sun matches how I feel about your energy you're so bright when you walk into a room your so warm when you pull me into hugs When I go to the beach I think of you the water smells like you the sand holds on to me like your kisses do I'm so lucky that...

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Do you feel that? Do you feel the change as the summer comes to an end trying to figure out if we are still good friends should've never told you I know you're still going to be with her when school starts again and everything in summer will fade out of your mind I'm gonna miss you, I'm...

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When I turn the corner there you are When I drive home There you are when someone walks pass your perfume is there every part of you is twisted in my brain...

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You said you didn’t want to hurt me, But you did it anyway, You said you loved me, But you put me through this. You told me you weren’t ready, And that you need time for yourself, But if you weren’t ready, Why’d you say yes? You break my heart, And then act like everything is fine, You expect me to be okay, But you hurt...

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she lets me braid silence into her hair twisting comfort between my fingers, as if stillness itself could be made soft if only touched gently enough she thinks I’ll grow tired that some part of her will dull in my eyes— but I’ve seen the way she looks at a sunrise like it’s never repeated itself and that’s how I see her, every time her...

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I sribble yet another one No hopes, you'll read Emotions, I'll weave A Heart filled with dread Enchanting is your smile I wish I were the reason I know I'm confusing Be honest with me, for a while Sick of the burden I carry Feelings, compressed Each verse is meant for you Desires, my heart pressed If not me, then someone else I'll still wish...

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Jo Dil Me Hai Unhe Dil Me Hi Rehne Diya Jaaye To Zahoor Hai. "Jo dil mein hain unhein dil mein hi rehne diya jaaye toh Zahoor hai. Dil se aage gaye toh fasaad hi hona hai. Jo kehna hai, ishaaron mein kaho, Zubaan khuli toh, malaal hi hona hai. Dil mein hai woh aapke, Toh dil mein hi rakhiyen na, yun...

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MY DORMANT PAST MEMORIES OF THE PAST MAY COME AND GO, BUT ONE NEEDS TO BE IN CONTINOUS FLOW. SMELL OF CRUMPLED DREAMS IS IN MY MIND, ANALOGY OF BOTH ALWAYS KEEP US BIND. DREAMS TURNED INTO SMOKE AND SPREAD WINGS, COMING BACK TO ME GASP AND UNIFY IN WRING. MAY BE ANOTHER DAY SOMEONE BRING TO FRUITION, THAT DAY...

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There are nights I want to tell him. Nights I want to break down completely and admit that this doesn’t end the way he thinks it will. I imagine his face if I said it out loud. That I’m dying, that no medicine will undo it, that the slow fade has already begun. I imagine...

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He knows almost everything. He knows how the migraines come in waves, how they paint lightning behind my eyes and leave me curled in corners, whispering nonsense through the static in my head. He knows how my legs give out without warning, how my balance slips like a thread snapping,...

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The sickness is quiet, like the way winter creeps in. First with a chill, then with a silence so heavy it makes your ears ring. I carry it in my bones, in the soft tissue of my ribs, in the tiny thread between heartbeats that whispers: it’s not much longer...

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I want... Well- It's just- like... Oh, give me some decency. Don't tell me to tell you what I want when you won't even tell me how you feel. Don't expect me to do all of the lifting, it is both of our responsibilities. Don't let this fall on me, to tell you what I think when you won't even tell me...

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