Teen Romance Poems - Poems about Teen Romance

Can we meet again? You, wearing your black jacket; Me, empty in mind or thought. You ask what I want. I want long hours of chatter. Know you are happy, even when I am not. Can we meet again? This time, both of us touch each other's souls, holding on and never letting go. Should a heartbeat book an appointment? A touch of soul, a...

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I’m a sentinel, fair Romeo - scanning the liquid dark, and ready to whisper alarm at the first sign of romance....

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I put my hands on the table after you.. I drink from your half-empty glass.. I sit in your still-warm chair. I signal you but I am a candle at noon.. I call you but I am a snowflake at sea.. Please don't go anywhere without me.. I long to be your shadow. I want to...

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Oracle please tell me, (free of charge) about the future that will be. Show me the bright secrets of love - be a mystic guide for my bored heart’s relief. What kisses may be played on sweet, future nights with no tentative whispers please. Help me conquer the confusing compresence of desire and unease....

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The conversation takes an crushy turn - so my brain starts making quips. My experience is that my amorous impulses are unreliable. With my friends, my flawed, carnivalesque attempts at romance are legend. Unless I'm starved for embarrassment's grief which I seldom am. I will dodge, slither, obfuscate and stall attempts at intimacy. What if I’m the Kind of girl that guys can’t just fall in love with?...

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I dread those moments when infatuation begins to be commitment. When a wanting to be together turns into an obligation. whoa, I can’t be “your” girl - I’m not looking to belong to you. What commands my heart who knows? But it can't be kept - pressed like a rose. Is a girl b#tchy if she won’t commit to a relationship?...

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Ex lovebirds of the tamest passion can turn so predatory. Passive aggressive schoolboys who mock whistle at ex-girlfriends for spite. Who scatter book bag contents in mock accidents for supposed revenge. As witchcraft conjured by the nonbelligerent to silence the bully I summon some sweet, musical, lascivious words as orphic spells In self-effacing defense to tame the awful beast with dirty magic....

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(each stanza is a haiku - I think I’m in a Haiku phase) I never think of drinking tea - that's just not me - but I like it there are a thousand things like those which define us - our many small choices Are our passions choices? "Our wild passions instruct us" - said wise Shakespeare. I don't choose to quicken my heart at...

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infatuation lovely like a tsunami drowned me just as fast...

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He never knew the girl that wrapped her body in self-pity the nights she spent alone with no one else to warm her, blaming herself for every bad thing in her world. He didn't know the girl that bathes her self in tears the nights shes too afraid of her self to shower because it was...

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After traffic backup and teen crack ups, my friends and I park and toward today’s lark, through gate, stamp and bracelet I race greeting other friends with new to make. Amid fried onion reek and the compete smell of fresh buttered strawberry scone tastes tantalize—corn dog and cotton candy and the lingering hunger we dare not name… Will we catch breath with a...

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you're my EVERYTHING when we first fell in love...i thought nothing could compare to the magical romance that you and me had come to share but as time passed.. feelings deepend and our closeness grew the romance turned into a real lasting love with you you care for me in ways i want and need so much ive felt your warmth and tenderness...

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