School Teen Love Poems

Forbidden love makes everyone think Romeo and Juliet
People think we love eachother and we don't know it yet
But sometimes there isn't always an obvious Capulet
Sometimes...

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I’m tasting fumes 
Every word I try to say, 
burning me up inside 

I forgot all my chances 
at the girl-next-door’s house 

And I waited...

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You don’t know me
You did not know me then
I watched you from afar
You knew not where or when
I turned up at your practice
I saw you...

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The beautiful times of the past,
Which faded away so fast.
My school days,
Were cheerful in so many ways.

I miss those fine hours,
When I was bestowed with...

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Once upon a time-a girl was sitting on the bleachers.
Mesmerised by the jocks' good-looks and features. Suddenly, a cute guy ran past her,
Not sparing her...

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When my best friend from junior high betrayed me, I felt like 
a mighty bird flying high on friendship’s wings that had just got shot...

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Today is an American folk event 
Unraveled by traditions and etiquette 
Vixens ask men on a date
Women hoping to find a mate
Sadie Hawkins Day we...

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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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When did high school become a,
The precursor to a cutthroat future?
You have to have the best grades.
Have to wear the best clothes.
You have to be...

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I posted a new short story. Here’s the URL:

https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/twiddling_thumbs_9392

It’s too long for the poetry section....

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I’d love you less if you were here
crowding my dorm bed, nibbling me, 
rubbing me like sandpaper

I’ve come this far all by myself
I am a...

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Sunny and her love-object have broken up.

It was a selfie-inflicted wound - a slapdash pic taken,
that like a puzzle, revealed more than intended.

We try and...

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Leong (one of my roommates) squirms up to me at breakfast, in the cafeteria.

“May I ask..,” she said, looking around like a secret agent getting...

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Airy Wells and Emmett Street were working class kids,
Just shy of a high school diploma.
Airy’s mom had a habit of drinking too much.
Emmett’s father was...

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Coming down a tide in centuries

still casting over one's pride

as if, whisper not to me

is life worth living anymore to me?


A touch that holds, a...

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