Poems About First Love Published by Members Recently Online
#FirstLove
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
451 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
451 reads
16 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
If Wishes Were Kisses
I fondly recall a lovely fair-haired angel,
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
#sadness
#regret
#FallingInLove
#MovingOn
#FirstLove
306 reads
1 Comment
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
If Wishes Were Kisses
I fondly recall a lovely fair-haired angel,
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
#sadness
#regret
#FallingInLove
#MovingOn
#FirstLove
306 reads
1 Comment
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
If Wishes Were Kisses
I fondly recall a lovely fair-haired angel,
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
#sadness
#regret
#FallingInLove
#MovingOn
#FirstLove
306 reads
1 Comment
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
If Wishes Were Kisses
I fondly recall a lovely fair-haired angel,
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
#sadness
#regret
#FallingInLove
#MovingOn
#FirstLove
306 reads
1 Comment
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
22nd Jan 2021 7:24pm
If Wishes Were Kisses
I fondly recall a lovely fair-haired angel,
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
Her memory though fainter with passing of years
I often held her hand as we sat close together,
imploring heaven to let the moment last forever
What I really wanted was to kiss her, as lovers
in the throes of passion are wont to do,
gently wrap her in my arms – but then
we were only silly children of barely ten!
Still, what a fool I was to let her go
Our lives diverged and parted so
How I long wished to see her again,
carry on that passion I’d dreamed we were in
...
#sadness
#regret
#FallingInLove
#MovingOn
#FirstLove
306 reads
1 Comment
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
771 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
771 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
771 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
771 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
4th Jul 2023 6:44am
4th Jul 2023 6:44am
PROXIMITY
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming #FirstLove
#rhyming #FirstLove
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