Poems About First Love Published by Members Recently Online
#FirstLove
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
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
229 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
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
229 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
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
229 reads
14 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
26th Aug 2021 7:21pm
26th Aug 2021 7:21pm
Beneath the Sky
Nervous glances, holding hands,
Their first meeting as something more than friends.
Once so chatty over the phone,
As life histories came tumbling out;
Now tongue-tied, inhibited, waiting... for what?
Still in her teens, red-haired, petite,
She trotted along to keep in step
With his long, lithe strides.
Though awkward and out of sync,
They gave each other boldness
And she felt secure in his reassuring presence.
The sky, so blue on that sultry August evening, was
Kissed with white clouds and
Buzzing with anticipation.
...
Their first meeting as something more than friends.
Once so chatty over the phone,
As life histories came tumbling out;
Now tongue-tied, inhibited, waiting... for what?
Still in her teens, red-haired, petite,
She trotted along to keep in step
With his long, lithe strides.
Though awkward and out of sync,
They gave each other boldness
And she felt secure in his reassuring presence.
The sky, so blue on that sultry August evening, was
Kissed with white clouds and
Buzzing with anticipation.
...
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#dating
440 reads
16 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
26th Aug 2021 7:21pm
26th Aug 2021 7:21pm
Beneath the Sky
Nervous glances, holding hands,
Their first meeting as something more than friends.
Once so chatty over the phone,
As life histories came tumbling out;
Now tongue-tied, inhibited, waiting... for what?
Still in her teens, red-haired, petite,
She trotted along to keep in step
With his long, lithe strides.
Though awkward and out of sync,
They gave each other boldness
And she felt secure in his reassuring presence.
The sky, so blue on that sultry August evening, was
Kissed with white clouds and
Buzzing with anticipation.
...
Their first meeting as something more than friends.
Once so chatty over the phone,
As life histories came tumbling out;
Now tongue-tied, inhibited, waiting... for what?
Still in her teens, red-haired, petite,
She trotted along to keep in step
With his long, lithe strides.
Though awkward and out of sync,
They gave each other boldness
And she felt secure in his reassuring presence.
The sky, so blue on that sultry August evening, was
Kissed with white clouds and
Buzzing with anticipation.
...
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#dating
440 reads
16 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
26th Aug 2021 7:21pm
26th Aug 2021 7:21pm
Beneath the Sky
Nervous glances, holding hands,
Their first meeting as something more than friends.
Once so chatty over the phone,
As life histories came tumbling out;
Now tongue-tied, inhibited, waiting... for what?
Still in her teens, red-haired, petite,
She trotted along to keep in step
With his long, lithe strides.
Though awkward and out of sync,
They gave each other boldness
And she felt secure in his reassuring presence.
The sky, so blue on that sultry August evening, was
Kissed with white clouds and
Buzzing with anticipation.
...
Their first meeting as something more than friends.
Once so chatty over the phone,
As life histories came tumbling out;
Now tongue-tied, inhibited, waiting... for what?
Still in her teens, red-haired, petite,
She trotted along to keep in step
With his long, lithe strides.
Though awkward and out of sync,
They gave each other boldness
And she felt secure in his reassuring presence.
The sky, so blue on that sultry August evening, was
Kissed with white clouds and
Buzzing with anticipation.
...
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#dating
440 reads
16 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 10:40pm
3rd May 2020 10:40pm
The Note.
Michael.
I wait for my train as another rushes by causing a draft. The platform is bustling with dozens of people rushing about their business on this dull Monday morning. In over an hour I’ll be back behind my desk for the first time in several weeks, and I’m looking forward to getting buried under a backlog of paperwork to keep me distracted.
Moving on is proving to be harder than I anticipated after burying my late wife, but I simply can’t sit around and allow the weight of her loss to slowly crush me. Being on this platform isn’t helping. This is where we met...
I wait for my train as another rushes by causing a draft. The platform is bustling with dozens of people rushing about their business on this dull Monday morning. In over an hour I’ll be back behind my desk for the first time in several weeks, and I’m looking forward to getting buried under a backlog of paperwork to keep me distracted.
Moving on is proving to be harder than I anticipated after burying my late wife, but I simply can’t sit around and allow the weight of her loss to slowly crush me. Being on this platform isn’t helping. This is where we met...
#romantic
#FirstLove
#emotional #crush
#emotional #crush
759 reads
2 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 10:40pm
3rd May 2020 10:40pm
The Note.
Michael.
I wait for my train as another rushes by causing a draft. The platform is bustling with dozens of people rushing about their business on this dull Monday morning. In over an hour I’ll be back behind my desk for the first time in several weeks, and I’m looking forward to getting buried under a backlog of paperwork to keep me distracted.
Moving on is proving to be harder than I anticipated after burying my late wife, but I simply can’t sit around and allow the weight of her loss to slowly crush me. Being on this platform isn’t helping. This is where we met...
I wait for my train as another rushes by causing a draft. The platform is bustling with dozens of people rushing about their business on this dull Monday morning. In over an hour I’ll be back behind my desk for the first time in several weeks, and I’m looking forward to getting buried under a backlog of paperwork to keep me distracted.
Moving on is proving to be harder than I anticipated after burying my late wife, but I simply can’t sit around and allow the weight of her loss to slowly crush me. Being on this platform isn’t helping. This is where we met...
#romantic
#FirstLove
#emotional #crush
#emotional #crush
759 reads
2 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 10:40pm
3rd May 2020 10:40pm
The Note.
Michael.
I wait for my train as another rushes by causing a draft. The platform is bustling with dozens of people rushing about their business on this dull Monday morning. In over an hour I’ll be back behind my desk for the first time in several weeks, and I’m looking forward to getting buried under a backlog of paperwork to keep me distracted.
Moving on is proving to be harder than I anticipated after burying my late wife, but I simply can’t sit around and allow the weight of her loss to slowly crush me. Being on this platform isn’t helping. This is where we met...
I wait for my train as another rushes by causing a draft. The platform is bustling with dozens of people rushing about their business on this dull Monday morning. In over an hour I’ll be back behind my desk for the first time in several weeks, and I’m looking forward to getting buried under a backlog of paperwork to keep me distracted.
Moving on is proving to be harder than I anticipated after burying my late wife, but I simply can’t sit around and allow the weight of her loss to slowly crush me. Being on this platform isn’t helping. This is where we met...
#romantic
#FirstLove
#emotional #crush
#emotional #crush
759 reads
2 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 10:40pm
3rd May 2020 10:40pm
The Note.
Michael.
I wait for my train as another rushes by causing a draft. The platform is bustling with dozens of people rushing about their business on this dull Monday morning. In over an hour I’ll be back behind my desk for the first time in several weeks, and I’m looking forward to getting buried under a backlog of paperwork to keep me distracted.
Moving on is proving to be harder than I anticipated after burying my late wife, but I simply can’t sit around and allow the weight of her loss to slowly crush me. Being on this platform isn’t helping. This is where we met...
I wait for my train as another rushes by causing a draft. The platform is bustling with dozens of people rushing about their business on this dull Monday morning. In over an hour I’ll be back behind my desk for the first time in several weeks, and I’m looking forward to getting buried under a backlog of paperwork to keep me distracted.
Moving on is proving to be harder than I anticipated after burying my late wife, but I simply can’t sit around and allow the weight of her loss to slowly crush me. Being on this platform isn’t helping. This is where we met...
#romantic
#FirstLove
#emotional #crush
#emotional #crush
759 reads
2 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 6:11am
1st Nov 2023 6:11am
amniotic fluid
that was
a
fleeting joy
when I was
in
my
mother's womb.
there is
no memory
of that past joy,
yet it brings
a sparkle to
the eyes
Where
there will be
marks of
the trouble
caused by me
and
no trouble
will have
happened to me
I would
surely have
attained
immense
happiness
in the aura
of that
warm womb water...
a
fleeting joy
when I was
in
my
mother's womb.
there is
no memory
of that past joy,
yet it brings
a sparkle to
the eyes
Where
there will be
marks of
the trouble
caused by me
and
no trouble
will have
happened to me
I would
surely have
attained
immense
happiness
in the aura
of that
warm womb water...
#mother
#FirstLove
258 reads
14 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 6:11am
1st Nov 2023 6:11am
amniotic fluid
that was
a
fleeting joy
when I was
in
my
mother's womb.
there is
no memory
of that past joy,
yet it brings
a sparkle to
the eyes
Where
there will be
marks of
the trouble
caused by me
and
no trouble
will have
happened to me
I would
surely have
attained
immense
happiness
in the aura
of that
warm womb water...
a
fleeting joy
when I was
in
my
mother's womb.
there is
no memory
of that past joy,
yet it brings
a sparkle to
the eyes
Where
there will be
marks of
the trouble
caused by me
and
no trouble
will have
happened to me
I would
surely have
attained
immense
happiness
in the aura
of that
warm womb water...
#mother
#FirstLove
258 reads
14 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About First Love Published by Members Recently Online
