Memory Teen Love Poems

One last time,
I wanna see your face,
That look you gave,
From 10 feet away,
One last time,
I wanna hear your voice,
You making all those stupid noise,
Making everything...

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Gonna pull you off that pedestal
                   the...

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I feel like am in a dark hole,
Being sucked in by her thoughts hovering in my head like a satellite in space.
I have found myself...

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Oh, shrill lark, just breathe. You rage too well. 
Seek no comfort in wretchedness.

Renounce the gossamer moon, curse starlight
with a breathless voice - if you...

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To my confidence, I salute the courage to woo
Waiting to patiently act if she won't boo

The peace of nature that define man a fool
Running to...

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He would lay me flat on the forest floor
among the leaves and the moss
In a pasture or a farmer's field
In the hatchback of his car
parked...

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Garden flowers sleep
                      ...

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Sad songs conjure up images of unrequited love
Way back when we were young and foolish,
When our immature emotions ruled our hearts
We were highly impressionable and...

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My mind traveled back in time like it often does when I visit our hometown
Like the many times before, I drove down your street today...

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The stars always shine but we must turn from the sun to see them.
I existed not knowing - misdirection’s patsy - I couldn't spot the...

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Cycles
by Michael R. Burch

I see his eyes caress my daughter's breasts
through her thin cotton dress,
and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra
holds his bald...

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On these cold bitter bleak afternoons when the sun sets , the sky turns to a dark but mysterious shade of blue .
As I look...

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one day,
i hope you look in the mirror
and see just how wonderful you are.
i hope you look up from the sink
and realize
that you are exactly
where...

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Smoke
by Michael R. Burch

The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within...

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That active song won't let me forget.
It's lyrics spin like dancing wet ink,
and for four solid minutes I think
I am sixteen, playing Juliet.

That painted song...

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