Poems About First Love Seeking Honest Critique
#FirstLove
Poems about first love seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
What Could’ve Been
Time has passed
We’ve both changed
From what, where, why and when
There’s no way it could ever be
What it would’ve been, back then
We’re two different people
From those kids we knew
Even though we resemble them
There’s no way it could ever be
What it would’ve been, back then
It was a missed opportunity of yesteryear
When we labeled each other as,
Just a friend
There’s no way it could ever be
What it would’ve been, back then
We both have different lives
Other lovers...
We’ve both changed
From what, where, why and when
There’s no way it could ever be
What it would’ve been, back then
We’re two different people
From those kids we knew
Even though we resemble them
There’s no way it could ever be
What it would’ve been, back then
It was a missed opportunity of yesteryear
When we labeled each other as,
Just a friend
There’s no way it could ever be
What it would’ve been, back then
We both have different lives
Other lovers...
#crush
#FirstLove
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession
#respect
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1977 in Dallas
In the heart of Dallas, Texas, during the sweltering summer of 1977, Amanda Hodges, known to all as Mandy, was coming of age. She was the youngest of three children all born in Jackson, Mississippi. Seeking work, her father had brought the family to Dallas. With the trauma of the move and loss of friendships, she felt alone, easily overlooked by parents who were consumed with the daily struggle to make ends meet in the tumultuous city. At 17, Mandy was a striking contrast to her family's modest existence; a good student with a yearning to be seen and acknowledged, to find her place in the...
#family
#FirstLove
#historical #sex
#historical #sex
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Heartache on aisle 5
I wake with sudden ambition, a deep sadness stretch's across my face and I take A moment of reflection
my ghost of past lost visits me once again, A bitter-sweet reunion of the face I wished to lay beside.
for A seemingly unrelated dream can shift to the most serious of moments and it is the heart that seems locked in A eternal nightmare.
with eyes as sharp as glass she stares into my soul and lights it asunder with every second I am forced to remember her everything.
how is it that after this long I refuse to let go even when I have begged for...
my ghost of past lost visits me once again, A bitter-sweet reunion of the face I wished to lay beside.
for A seemingly unrelated dream can shift to the most serious of moments and it is the heart that seems locked in A eternal nightmare.
with eyes as sharp as glass she stares into my soul and lights it asunder with every second I am forced to remember her everything.
how is it that after this long I refuse to let go even when I have begged for...
#dreams
#FirstLove
#heartbroken
#nightmares
#SelfReflection
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The Brief Case: part 1
The sun shines
As the days
Go by
No word.
I stare at his brief case again
Unspoken memories
Played within
My mind
Memories I thought were long gone
The trip to the mountain
The dried petals
The pictures of how we fell
All I can think in this moment
“Come home my love”
As the days
Go by
No word.
I stare at his brief case again
Unspoken memories
Played within
My mind
Memories I thought were long gone
The trip to the mountain
The dried petals
The pictures of how we fell
All I can think in this moment
“Come home my love”
#FirstLove
#LongDistanceRelationship
#memories
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don't have one
To dance with air
And live with breeze
To be one with your self
and be at ease
With no strings attached,
the world you gift.
To love freely,
No guilt, no grief
Freedom and love,
Woven and deeply interconnected.
If one tips off the balance,
Both surely affected.
Disconnect from the expectations
And love whoever.
Keep the vows and promises
To keep the so-called forever.
Learn from the stories
And do responsibilities.
For if you listen and take this to heart,
You'll...
And live with breeze
To be one with your self
and be at ease
With no strings attached,
the world you gift.
To love freely,
No guilt, no grief
Freedom and love,
Woven and deeply interconnected.
If one tips off the balance,
Both surely affected.
Disconnect from the expectations
And love whoever.
Keep the vows and promises
To keep the so-called forever.
Learn from the stories
And do responsibilities.
For if you listen and take this to heart,
You'll...
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
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Lost Love
Poem for a Dead Lover
Our young love was naïve and true,
but you went away, leaving me
only with images of what might have been.
When I look into the eyes of a new love,
does your spirit smile from the corner
of our darkened room, knowing
the eyes I see are yours?
When the new girl with angel eyes looks down
to the juncture our bodies and her face
asks if I am the love of her life,
do you already see her approaching death?
Our young love was naïve and true,
but you went away, leaving me
only with images of what might have been.
When I look into the eyes of a new love,
does your spirit smile from the corner
of our darkened room, knowing
the eyes I see are yours?
When the new girl with angel eyes looks down
to the juncture our bodies and her face
asks if I am the love of her life,
do you already see her approaching death?
#death
#FirstLove
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Teach Me How to Love
I was raised with love being
a sharp knife
and hurtful words.
Sometimes I still
feel the desire
to cause pain
under the guise of love.
But with you
I want to be gentle.
I want to hold you.
I don't know
what love is
but I know
I don't want to hurt you.
Maybe we can
make a new name
for this feeling I have.
I'd like to make that with you.
a sharp knife
and hurtful words.
Sometimes I still
feel the desire
to cause pain
under the guise of love.
But with you
I want to be gentle.
I want to hold you.
I don't know
what love is
but I know
I don't want to hurt you.
Maybe we can
make a new name
for this feeling I have.
I'd like to make that with you.
#abuse
#childhood
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#love
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Forgetting me
I didnt want you to forget me, please don’t forget me.
I want to stay in your memory. I want to be there forever.
Let me burrow deeper and deeper. Into your thoughts, into your mind so that I am free to torment you, comfort you just as you do me in mine.
Let me conquer your dreams as well, let the face you see always be mine.
Keep me with you.
Please.
I want to stay in your memory. I want to be there forever.
Let me burrow deeper and deeper. Into your thoughts, into your mind so that I am free to torment you, comfort you just as you do me in mine.
Let me conquer your dreams as well, let the face you see always be mine.
Keep me with you.
Please.
#admiration
#beauty
#FirstLove
#ForbiddenLove
#love
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Strange
It is strange to be so at the mercy of a love i cannot have. One unrequited as mine should not pain me, weigh so heavily in mind. Such love is a burden to my soul as a bullet is to my chest but even still my arms remain open for someone already held by someone else, my body waiting to be held by arms already embracing another
#FirstLove
#love
#SelfReflection
#UnrequitedLove
#WritingPoetry
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The V Story
My curiosity peaks for this unknown
Wandering thoughts on what lies past this door
Mind riddled with new beginnings and endings
Lust rattles my soul as my imagination takes control
Excitement takes over my body yet fear takes over my mind
Hedonistic fantasies playing on repeat
Knowing that this waiting game will end
To be stripped of my last piece of innocence.
Wandering thoughts on what lies past this door
Mind riddled with new beginnings and endings
Lust rattles my soul as my imagination takes control
Excitement takes over my body yet fear takes over my mind
Hedonistic fantasies playing on repeat
Knowing that this waiting game will end
To be stripped of my last piece of innocence.
#dating
#FirstLove
#LookingForLove #vulnerability
#LookingForLove #vulnerability
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Among Ancestors
In the quiet of rooms of ancestors, she lay naked face down,
a conduit between generations, breathing in the air
captured by walls her grandfather built
before her own mother's birth. Her legs dangled
silky smooth. They gleamed with a doll-like grace.
The boy standing next to the bed remembers the
knitting needles his grandmother once held.
Her body is an hourglass made of porcelain,
a figurine still in silent dance. Her back curves
gracefully, like a sand dune shaped by the wind,
tapering from her broad shoulders made strong...
a conduit between generations, breathing in the air
captured by walls her grandfather built
before her own mother's birth. Her legs dangled
silky smooth. They gleamed with a doll-like grace.
The boy standing next to the bed remembers the
knitting needles his grandmother once held.
Her body is an hourglass made of porcelain,
a figurine still in silent dance. Her back curves
gracefully, like a sand dune shaped by the wind,
tapering from her broad shoulders made strong...
#beauty
#family
#FirstLove #memories
#FirstLove #memories
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DU Poetry : Poems About First Love Seeking Honest Critique