Poems About Unrequited Love Published by Members Recently Online
#UnrequitedLove
Poems about unrequited love published by members recently online.
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 3:53pm
14th Apr 2023 3:53pm
Unrequited Love
i remember
when i was
a young boy
having crushes
teachers
with horn-rim glasses
and low-cut blouses
curvy girls
with
foreign accents
older women
with
secrets
smart girls
with
diaries
cheerleaders
with
smiles and short skirts
cute girls
who smell
like roses
tomboys
who
climbed trees
and nailed targets
with
slingshots
nice girls
in
white dresses
nasty girls
in
blue...
when i was
a young boy
having crushes
teachers
with horn-rim glasses
and low-cut blouses
curvy girls
with
foreign accents
older women
with
secrets
smart girls
with
diaries
cheerleaders
with
smiles and short skirts
cute girls
who smell
like roses
tomboys
who
climbed trees
and nailed targets
with
slingshots
nice girls
in
white dresses
nasty girls
in
blue...
#lust
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection #sensual
#SelfReflection #sensual
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1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 3:53pm
14th Apr 2023 3:53pm
Unrequited Love
i remember
when i was
a young boy
having crushes
teachers
with horn-rim glasses
and low-cut blouses
curvy girls
with
foreign accents
older women
with
secrets
smart girls
with
diaries
cheerleaders
with
smiles and short skirts
cute girls
who smell
like roses
tomboys
who
climbed trees
and nailed targets
with
slingshots
nice girls
in
white dresses
nasty girls
in
blue...
when i was
a young boy
having crushes
teachers
with horn-rim glasses
and low-cut blouses
curvy girls
with
foreign accents
older women
with
secrets
smart girls
with
diaries
cheerleaders
with
smiles and short skirts
cute girls
who smell
like roses
tomboys
who
climbed trees
and nailed targets
with
slingshots
nice girls
in
white dresses
nasty girls
in
blue...
#lust
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection #sensual
#SelfReflection #sensual
225 reads
1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 3:53pm
14th Apr 2023 3:53pm
Unrequited Love
i remember
when i was
a young boy
having crushes
teachers
with horn-rim glasses
and low-cut blouses
curvy girls
with
foreign accents
older women
with
secrets
smart girls
with
diaries
cheerleaders
with
smiles and short skirts
cute girls
who smell
like roses
tomboys
who
climbed trees
and nailed targets
with
slingshots
nice girls
in
white dresses
nasty girls
in
blue...
when i was
a young boy
having crushes
teachers
with horn-rim glasses
and low-cut blouses
curvy girls
with
foreign accents
older women
with
secrets
smart girls
with
diaries
cheerleaders
with
smiles and short skirts
cute girls
who smell
like roses
tomboys
who
climbed trees
and nailed targets
with
slingshots
nice girls
in
white dresses
nasty girls
in
blue...
#lust
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection #sensual
#SelfReflection #sensual
225 reads
1 Comment
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 00:44am
28th Dec 2023 00:44am
Beguiling
The moon was beguiling
in her ancient silver beauty.
Oxygen less, she takes your breath far away.
From the night's silver crusted gray oblivion of missing you.
In the outer space of my heart, star prints of you are still in the billions.
I slip into, a gown of sorrow.
Weeping tomorrow's, some call it rain.
More like puncturing pain.
Half insane, shall I howl at the ruler
and her cratered light?
She comes accompanied by nights of black satin and a chaos of stars a ghostly metallic white
Although the future holds her luminous cards. ...
in her ancient silver beauty.
Oxygen less, she takes your breath far away.
From the night's silver crusted gray oblivion of missing you.
In the outer space of my heart, star prints of you are still in the billions.
I slip into, a gown of sorrow.
Weeping tomorrow's, some call it rain.
More like puncturing pain.
Half insane, shall I howl at the ruler
and her cratered light?
She comes accompanied by nights of black satin and a chaos of stars a ghostly metallic white
Although the future holds her luminous cards. ...
#sadness
#moon
#UnrequitedLove
202 reads
8 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 00:44am
28th Dec 2023 00:44am
Beguiling
The moon was beguiling
in her ancient silver beauty.
Oxygen less, she takes your breath far away.
From the night's silver crusted gray oblivion of missing you.
In the outer space of my heart, star prints of you are still in the billions.
I slip into, a gown of sorrow.
Weeping tomorrow's, some call it rain.
More like puncturing pain.
Half insane, shall I howl at the ruler
and her cratered light?
She comes accompanied by nights of black satin and a chaos of stars a ghostly metallic white
Although the future holds her luminous cards. ...
in her ancient silver beauty.
Oxygen less, she takes your breath far away.
From the night's silver crusted gray oblivion of missing you.
In the outer space of my heart, star prints of you are still in the billions.
I slip into, a gown of sorrow.
Weeping tomorrow's, some call it rain.
More like puncturing pain.
Half insane, shall I howl at the ruler
and her cratered light?
She comes accompanied by nights of black satin and a chaos of stars a ghostly metallic white
Although the future holds her luminous cards. ...
#sadness
#moon
#UnrequitedLove
202 reads
8 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 00:44am
28th Dec 2023 00:44am
Beguiling
The moon was beguiling
in her ancient silver beauty.
Oxygen less, she takes your breath far away.
From the night's silver crusted gray oblivion of missing you.
In the outer space of my heart, star prints of you are still in the billions.
I slip into, a gown of sorrow.
Weeping tomorrow's, some call it rain.
More like puncturing pain.
Half insane, shall I howl at the ruler
and her cratered light?
She comes accompanied by nights of black satin and a chaos of stars a ghostly metallic white
Although the future holds her luminous cards. ...
in her ancient silver beauty.
Oxygen less, she takes your breath far away.
From the night's silver crusted gray oblivion of missing you.
In the outer space of my heart, star prints of you are still in the billions.
I slip into, a gown of sorrow.
Weeping tomorrow's, some call it rain.
More like puncturing pain.
Half insane, shall I howl at the ruler
and her cratered light?
She comes accompanied by nights of black satin and a chaos of stars a ghostly metallic white
Although the future holds her luminous cards. ...
#sadness
#moon
#UnrequitedLove
202 reads
8 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 2:59pm
27th Aug 2024 2:59pm
Spaces
Hidden in the many paragraphs I scrawl and haphazardly type,
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh...
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh...
#ForbiddenLove
#love
#UnrequitedLove
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0 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 2:59pm
27th Aug 2024 2:59pm
Spaces
Hidden in the many paragraphs I scrawl and haphazardly type,
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh...
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh...
#ForbiddenLove
#love
#UnrequitedLove
184 reads
0 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 2:59pm
27th Aug 2024 2:59pm
Spaces
Hidden in the many paragraphs I scrawl and haphazardly type,
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh...
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh...
#ForbiddenLove
#love
#UnrequitedLove
184 reads
0 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 2:12pm
23rd Apr 2022 2:12pm
LONGING TO SHARE
NOW
The hustle and
bustle, pushing
and shoving, pressuring
schedule, and
bumper-to-bumper
traffic ended when
I walked into my haven.
NOW
is my sacred time,
my time to shower,
slowly sip my favorite
wine as candlelights
cascade erotic shadows
dancing on the walls
in sync with my chosen music.
Relaxing,
my body starts to hunger
as movement starts
in my pleasure zone.
AS
I am longing to share,
the doorbell signals
YOU
are here.
Time starts a new world
of...
The hustle and
bustle, pushing
and shoving, pressuring
schedule, and
bumper-to-bumper
traffic ended when
I walked into my haven.
NOW
is my sacred time,
my time to shower,
slowly sip my favorite
wine as candlelights
cascade erotic shadows
dancing on the walls
in sync with my chosen music.
Relaxing,
my body starts to hunger
as movement starts
in my pleasure zone.
AS
I am longing to share,
the doorbell signals
YOU
are here.
Time starts a new world
of...
#friendship
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#crush
#obsession
433 reads
0 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 2:12pm
23rd Apr 2022 2:12pm
LONGING TO SHARE
NOW
The hustle and
bustle, pushing
and shoving, pressuring
schedule, and
bumper-to-bumper
traffic ended when
I walked into my haven.
NOW
is my sacred time,
my time to shower,
slowly sip my favorite
wine as candlelights
cascade erotic shadows
dancing on the walls
in sync with my chosen music.
Relaxing,
my body starts to hunger
as movement starts
in my pleasure zone.
AS
I am longing to share,
the doorbell signals
YOU
are here.
Time starts a new world
of...
The hustle and
bustle, pushing
and shoving, pressuring
schedule, and
bumper-to-bumper
traffic ended when
I walked into my haven.
NOW
is my sacred time,
my time to shower,
slowly sip my favorite
wine as candlelights
cascade erotic shadows
dancing on the walls
in sync with my chosen music.
Relaxing,
my body starts to hunger
as movement starts
in my pleasure zone.
AS
I am longing to share,
the doorbell signals
YOU
are here.
Time starts a new world
of...
#friendship
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#crush
#obsession
433 reads
0 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 2:12pm
23rd Apr 2022 2:12pm
LONGING TO SHARE
NOW
The hustle and
bustle, pushing
and shoving, pressuring
schedule, and
bumper-to-bumper
traffic ended when
I walked into my haven.
NOW
is my sacred time,
my time to shower,
slowly sip my favorite
wine as candlelights
cascade erotic shadows
dancing on the walls
in sync with my chosen music.
Relaxing,
my body starts to hunger
as movement starts
in my pleasure zone.
AS
I am longing to share,
the doorbell signals
YOU
are here.
Time starts a new world
of...
The hustle and
bustle, pushing
and shoving, pressuring
schedule, and
bumper-to-bumper
traffic ended when
I walked into my haven.
NOW
is my sacred time,
my time to shower,
slowly sip my favorite
wine as candlelights
cascade erotic shadows
dancing on the walls
in sync with my chosen music.
Relaxing,
my body starts to hunger
as movement starts
in my pleasure zone.
AS
I am longing to share,
the doorbell signals
YOU
are here.
Time starts a new world
of...
#friendship
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#crush
#obsession
433 reads
0 Comments
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