Poems About First Love Seeking Honest Critique
#FirstLove
Poems about first love seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
again and again (endless loop of time)
Whenever i wake up 5 oclock in the morning
I always hear your voice echoing
Inside the bathroom singing your favourite song
i always complain why you were taking so long
Whenever i came to the kitchen at 7 am
I always smell those aromatics your cooking
Simple appreciating every flavour you put in
i always complain why you cook so good
Whenever i walk outside our house 9am
i always see you shouting at me telling me to get inside the car
Smiling while you yell is what i always do
i always complain why you are screaming...
I always hear your voice echoing
Inside the bathroom singing your favourite song
i always complain why you were taking so long
Whenever i came to the kitchen at 7 am
I always smell those aromatics your cooking
Simple appreciating every flavour you put in
i always complain why you cook so good
Whenever i walk outside our house 9am
i always see you shouting at me telling me to get inside the car
Smiling while you yell is what i always do
i always complain why you are screaming...
#FirstLove
#lover
#obsession #relationships
#obsession #relationships
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Pink Fairy Tale Bedroom
In that moment, the first of firsts,
We pressed into sacred spaces
Where life whispers its tender beginnings.
A bedroom steeped in pink fairy tales,
Was decorated by hopeful hands before her birth,
Now she, in frantic embrace, takes my novice thrusts,
Clutching me with the earnest innocence of a child.
Her nails tell the story of a mother’s love,
Digging into my back as she whimpers a simple, “Yes.”
Did her mother, in strokes of polished precision,
Imagine the pleasure her daughter’s hands would share?
Silence...
We pressed into sacred spaces
Where life whispers its tender beginnings.
A bedroom steeped in pink fairy tales,
Was decorated by hopeful hands before her birth,
Now she, in frantic embrace, takes my novice thrusts,
Clutching me with the earnest innocence of a child.
Her nails tell the story of a mother’s love,
Digging into my back as she whimpers a simple, “Yes.”
Did her mother, in strokes of polished precision,
Imagine the pleasure her daughter’s hands would share?
Silence...
#FirstLove
#sex
#teens
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Like To Say
I’ve seen you now a many a time.
Sitting on the park bench.
With scarf wrapped tight around you.
Just trying to feed the birds.
You come here often with a dime.
To pay for seed by cent.
And that’s just where I found you.
Just a laying in the dirt.
I tried to call a help for you.
You cried me not to go.
For you had a story to tell.
So somebody would know.
When lass you stepped up to the line.
And donned a uniform.
You marched against the greatest crime.
Long before I was born.
At first I...
Sitting on the park bench.
With scarf wrapped tight around you.
Just trying to feed the birds.
You come here often with a dime.
To pay for seed by cent.
And that’s just where I found you.
Just a laying in the dirt.
I tried to call a help for you.
You cried me not to go.
For you had a story to tell.
So somebody would know.
When lass you stepped up to the line.
And donned a uniform.
You marched against the greatest crime.
Long before I was born.
At first I...
#family
#FirstLove
#love
#lyrics
#memories
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Old Man Remembering
In a room of modest charm, above a tavern of little worth,
A shelter worn but warm, a speck upon the earth.
Through panes that framed the sight of alleys dim and tight,
The whispers of the night, where shadows danced till light.
Below, the joyful cries of laborers at play,
They laughed as young girls led them astray.
But in our space so meek, upon a bed so plain,
Our bodies found their lifetime homes within love’s tender reign.
For in her was my soul's delight, my first love's gentle grace,
A woman, fair and bright, who'd share...
A shelter worn but warm, a speck upon the earth.
Through panes that framed the sight of alleys dim and tight,
The whispers of the night, where shadows danced till light.
Below, the joyful cries of laborers at play,
They laughed as young girls led them astray.
But in our space so meek, upon a bed so plain,
Our bodies found their lifetime homes within love’s tender reign.
For in her was my soul's delight, my first love's gentle grace,
A woman, fair and bright, who'd share...
#FirstLove
#marriage
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On That Night
On that night, two children of creation said yes to the possibility of love.
On that night, rights and wrongs lost their meaning. The modesty so carefully instilled by church and family fell away like a summer dress falling to the floor.
In one magical moment, I sank into the heat of her sacred space, and remained there, still and quiet, in reverence for her gift. For that time, I held all her yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows in my embrace.
On that night, without modesty or shame, I invested the offerings I’d been given by the creator...
On that night, rights and wrongs lost their meaning. The modesty so carefully instilled by church and family fell away like a summer dress falling to the floor.
In one magical moment, I sank into the heat of her sacred space, and remained there, still and quiet, in reverence for her gift. For that time, I held all her yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows in my embrace.
On that night, without modesty or shame, I invested the offerings I’d been given by the creator...
#FirstLove
#love
#sex #teens
#sex #teens
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#3
At one point I had lived in a sort of dream.
Life felt as a whole like those winter days in everyone's childhood where you felt safe and happy and boundless.
Wondering in the snowscape and having the inexpressible feelings course through your veins.
Then I woke up to reality.
One can say the sun set and the bed bid the weary travelers to come and die in the undisturbed tomb that is our souless and joyless lives.
Well, no flare here, what you make of you own life is purely subjective anyway.
But what can I say? all I know is how to get lost in the ugly charm...
Life felt as a whole like those winter days in everyone's childhood where you felt safe and happy and boundless.
Wondering in the snowscape and having the inexpressible feelings course through your veins.
Then I woke up to reality.
One can say the sun set and the bed bid the weary travelers to come and die in the undisturbed tomb that is our souless and joyless lives.
Well, no flare here, what you make of you own life is purely subjective anyway.
But what can I say? all I know is how to get lost in the ugly charm...
#bittersweet
#FirstLove
#obsession #TimeHeals
#obsession #TimeHeals
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Bittersweet
First kisses are bittersweet.
Anxiety and desire meet,
The temptation charged,
Pairs of hearts enlarged.
Oh and the taste, it lingers,
Count the minutes on your fingers,
Because you’re in love,
A set of bonded doves.
To redo my first kiss,
It’s all I’ll ever wish,
The memory turns sour,
I held regret by the hour.
Relations not solidified,
Forced to say goodbye,
But now, I feel free,
As our love was not meant to be.
God, that kiss was bittersweet.
Anxiety and desire meet,
The temptation charged,
Pairs of hearts enlarged.
Oh and the taste, it lingers,
Count the minutes on your fingers,
Because you’re in love,
A set of bonded doves.
To redo my first kiss,
It’s all I’ll ever wish,
The memory turns sour,
I held regret by the hour.
Relations not solidified,
Forced to say goodbye,
But now, I feel free,
As our love was not meant to be.
God, that kiss was bittersweet.
#FirstLove
#love
#TimeHeals
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Cherry Coke
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#boyfriend
#FirstLove
#girlfriend
#relationships
#sex
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Church Hay Ride
A stary February night. Lilly warmed herself next to Jeff on the church hayride. She’d never been so close to a boy.
"Lilly," Jeff whispered, "may I... may I kiss you?"
Her cheeks flushed with a mix of curiosity and fear. “Yes."
Their lips met and paused a moment, warming the cool night air. Lilly pulled the blanket over them. As they kissed a second time, she found Jeff's hand and their fingers linked like she remembered from her father before he died.
As the wagon continued down the dirt road, Jeff’s hand drifted to...
"Lilly," Jeff whispered, "may I... may I kiss you?"
Her cheeks flushed with a mix of curiosity and fear. “Yes."
Their lips met and paused a moment, warming the cool night air. Lilly pulled the blanket over them. As they kissed a second time, she found Jeff's hand and their fingers linked like she remembered from her father before he died.
As the wagon continued down the dirt road, Jeff’s hand drifted to...
#FirstLove
#teens
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His Inability to write seductively
I see your face,
your form,
both works of art
both wonders,
and realize
how feeble’s my ability
however much I think
I am adept at poetry
to capture you,
to rapture you,
with words.
And if I tried,
I know
that from the start
I’d show myself
incompetent,
absurd,
so verbally impoverished,
a literary blunderer.
your form,
both works of art
both wonders,
and realize
how feeble’s my ability
however much I think
I am adept at poetry
to capture you,
to rapture you,
with words.
And if I tried,
I know
that from the start
I’d show myself
incompetent,
absurd,
so verbally impoverished,
a literary blunderer.
#WritingPoetry
#FirstLove
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5 Comments
Eustasia
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#relationships
#FirstLove
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7 Comments
Surrendering to Love
It was late summer in 1950. On the third floor of the Adolphus Hotel in downtown Dallas, Thomas and Ruth found their way to a bedroom filled with soft natural light from the curtains that faced north. Within minutes the floor was littered with clothing. Soon, Thomas was poised at the edge of Ruth's sacred place. He softly asked, “Are you sure?”
Tears came into Ruth’s eyes. A 26-year-old Dallas businessman was more powerful that a 17-year-old girl from modest means. His question reflected great restraint and respect at such a moment.
She said, “Yes” with a voice that...
Tears came into Ruth’s eyes. A 26-year-old Dallas businessman was more powerful that a 17-year-old girl from modest means. His question reflected great restraint and respect at such a moment.
She said, “Yes” with a voice that...
#love
#sex
#FirstLove
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