Young Love Poems - Poems about Young Love

Heartbroken By Young Love --POTD

I feel your unrehearsed pauses--
the rustle of a blue shirt in leaving
a tangy ache your firm lips make,
holding back  cold, collected words.

This rendezvous ... a slow-fire quiver
an  ending which has it's own interment;
and outside, night wrestles with time
brittle dew against my eyes, dry mouth
licking an estranged bite that reminds me
of your frivolity .

Just You

Your smile does something to me
Your laugh makes my head spin
How you’re so patient
And I don’t have to say a thing
Even though I’m always overthinking

How your opinion alone is reassuring 
And your presence, 
though it may not be physical, 
grants me peace that I’ve never experienced with an earthly man

Love sometimes is beyond confusing
When you’re

Creek Free Verse

Breach the surface within, 
Feelings change, 
Cold hands always doubting me. 
Ceilings hang over me, 
Teach me to never break down, 
Sealing what’s shouting “release”. 

I was always a dove, 
These feelings of love, 
They’re what’re crowding me. 
I was only a dove, 
Those days I was young, 
Cold hands were holding onto me. 
I

young love

eyelids half open, half closed
there’s a warmth that lingers, 
a warmth that grows.
iridescent, so sweet, it glows.
sweet air of yours, hear my heart;
it beats, it slows.
fill my lungs, recalcitrant, incapable,
aren’t you worried?
tell me,
can i please be yours?

you have looked at but never seen
all these inner parts of me:
depths of my soul, ache of my throat,
the

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A little girl's kindness

When you blew me that kiss,
I knew right away it would miss.
But a little girl picked it up,
as it landed in a buttercup,
and said, "I think you were meant to be the recipient of this."

Children's Play

We walked the mall,
Hand-in-hand.
Your skin warm, 
Like a summer night,
As it touched my cold shoulder.

You wrapped your hands around my waist,
In a backwards hug.
Your head brushed my chilling skin,
As you whispered in my ear.

I convinced you to giddy things,
Pleasing my inner child.
I skipped and pulled you along,
Headed to Build-A-Bear.

You looked at me,
Just like you would

Betrayed young love

Here a tales of love and devotion that are casually penned,
On the day hearts are filled, a young girl's voice is Rend.
A beast in human form, a wicked sight,
Defiles a pure, innocent child in the night.
Then society enters the scene,
Painting her as a soiled, tender flower, unclean.
Her character is stained, her name is defiled,
No tears

Young Love

When you look around wherever,
Try to look with your eyes closed,
Now tell yourself what you want,
When you wake up of your dreams.

Butterflies and flowers are away,
A mad man imaging, he would get,
But he doesn't think of planting,
And losses to see them both.

I tried to cry harder, but I was unable,
All my tears might be banished,
But

my Young Love

You held me close as night danced us away
We welcomed the stars into our embrace
You gathered moonbeams into a bouquet
our love created a magical place.

We laughed and loved, life was so full of fun
We loved intensely, we had found our love
We celebrated our days in the sun
We fit together like a lambskin glove.

Just memories now

You and Me

You and me are sitting in a tree
You and me are talking so free

You and me are watching flowers die down
You and me are hitting solid ground

You and me are bare foot walking
You and me are gently talking

You and me are holding hands
You and me start to expand

You and me are closer than ever
You and

Young love

Followed like a puppy 
nipping at his heels 
around every corner

young love

two young sparrows fly 
intimately in  blue sky 
living loving life

The Kissing Gate

‘far from the madding crowds’ and cars
this green and pleasant land of ours

conceals behind its dry stone walls
secrets, streams and waterfalls

where stepping stones that gather moss
shine forth and tempt us both across

to distant fields of eighties’ skies
now clouded through autumnal eyes

where sheep still bleat as we both pass
along old paths of weathered grass

rekindling thoughts as

Back when

They say you'd know it,
In first glance,
It's a game of chance.
But we weren't even friends ,
Back then,
When i use to call my usual bluff,
And all my friends roll their eyes,
Saying "girl,that's enough".
Back when,
I never noticed what color was his shirt,
Or what does he do or doesn't ,
They say you'd know when it's love,
I never not.
I

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