Long Poems About a Crush
#crush
Long poems about a crush. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Sunnydayz
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 7:49am
12th Aug 2022 7:49am
Hitting the shower
#lust
#crush
#sexy #passion
#sexy #passion
274 reads
1 Comment
Sandals
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 10:47am
11th Aug 2022 10:47am
Witch Queen 10(Our Vows)
#dark
#gothic
#evil
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
155 reads
0 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 1:24pm
2nd Aug 2022 1:24pm
She Destroyed Me
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
300 reads
0 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
1st Aug 2022 2:52am
1st Aug 2022 2:52am
Bodybuilder
#dark
#UnrequitedLove
#dirty
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
298 reads
0 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
29th Jul 2022 5:44pm
29th Jul 2022 5:44pm
We College Students
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
#passion
#seductive
231 reads
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Sandals
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 5:14pm
26th Jul 2022 5:14pm
The Pain Of Life.....Without U
U said this hair, these eyes, these lips
The ah butter ah hominy bean they be
Upon someone 4foot8 is divine
In the intense of thy awet ah ecstacy
U said my ah honey ah golden
Ah tan ah skin should be thy flava
Knowing this wasn't true of me
That it's not because women I sava
U were joking about the last part
As u measured for me my twettz
At the age of sixty-two youngsta
Twenty-four inches arounduz is the gettz
And measuring my lightning ass cheeks
At arounduz in inches twenty- nine
The air of mine even...
The ah butter ah hominy bean they be
Upon someone 4foot8 is divine
In the intense of thy awet ah ecstacy
U said my ah honey ah golden
Ah tan ah skin should be thy flava
Knowing this wasn't true of me
That it's not because women I sava
U were joking about the last part
As u measured for me my twettz
At the age of sixty-two youngsta
Twenty-four inches arounduz is the gettz
And measuring my lightning ass cheeks
At arounduz in inches twenty- nine
The air of mine even...
#romantic
#gothic
#scary
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
307 reads
0 Comments
MarcosLucas
Poem Published
18th May 2022 2:51am
18th May 2022 2:51am
The gift that is not for me to give
From the moment I met with your eyes,
I saw a gem hidden within you
Though no one saw,
I believe it to be true
From The moment I saw you cry,
My heart broke, and I wished to move the world for you
I’d give you the moon, part the seas,
If it meant I’d see your sweet smile again
I wished to shower you with presents and gifts,
But permitted was I not,
For your journey is long, and your steps towards it have just begun
I did my best to become your present and be thy gift,
I fought for you in the...
I saw a gem hidden within you
Though no one saw,
I believe it to be true
From The moment I saw you cry,
My heart broke, and I wished to move the world for you
I’d give you the moon, part the seas,
If it meant I’d see your sweet smile again
I wished to shower you with presents and gifts,
But permitted was I not,
For your journey is long, and your steps towards it have just begun
I did my best to become your present and be thy gift,
I fought for you in the...
#heartbroken
#ILoveYou
#crush
464 reads
0 Comments
KristopherSanders
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 7:57pm
25th Apr 2022 7:57pm
Enigmatic Stigma
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
335 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 5:13am
22nd Apr 2022 5:13am
her heart a glass of haunted roses - a bourrée
her heart a glass of haunted roses - a bourrée
Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Theirs is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
In the society for the creative anachronism, the sweethearts are illuminated by the eternal flame of young love made light by the glow of fire dancers.
Rowena says, “I’m so glad you made it here my dear. Now let’s take a whirl around this place. They’re playing a galliard. That’s our...
Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Theirs is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
In the society for the creative anachronism, the sweethearts are illuminated by the eternal flame of young love made light by the glow of fire dancers.
Rowena says, “I’m so glad you made it here my dear. Now let’s take a whirl around this place. They’re playing a galliard. That’s our...
#love
#romantic
#dreams
#dance
#crush
324 reads
4 Comments
thewatcher33
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2022 5:24pm
22nd Feb 2022 5:24pm
President Street Peep Show
Walking home from Junior High on Thursdays and Fridays was one the highlight of my 8th grade career, because of two sisters. They lived about four houses before my crib. I would speed walk, jog, and sometimes run if I was late. What was so important that I would haul ass possibly even breaking my neck to see? Neeka, and Nyema, that's who, and though we've only glanced, looked from the corners of our eyes, stared at each other's faces in admiration and exchange pleasantries, we never had any lengthy conversations about ourselves. Neeka was the younger of the two and they attended high...
#dreams
#crush
674 reads
2 Comments
Hybrid_Soldier
Poem Published
20th Feb 2022 6:19am
20th Feb 2022 6:19am
"Love & Lust" (a "Her" perspective)
#love
#lust
#sex
#lover
#crush
422 reads
0 Comments
Weak4hissmile
Poem Published
14th Feb 2022 6:45am
14th Feb 2022 6:45am
victima suae risus
Note.
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.before I begin id like to explain
This is a tale of a one-sided confession
A confession one could never admit to
Normally.around those near .
But a loophole of a publication and a website link written on paper
Given in the night hour before valentines day of a crush that admittance could alienate a friendship .
But no regrets for good or for goodbye
He must know he makes a girl see mofe than jusy horror in the male species...he's one of the good guys.
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.before I begin id like to explain
This is a tale of a one-sided confession
A confession one could never admit to
Normally.around those near .
But a loophole of a publication and a website link written on paper
Given in the night hour before valentines day of a crush that admittance could alienate a friendship .
But no regrets for good or for goodbye
He must know he makes a girl see mofe than jusy horror in the male species...he's one of the good guys.
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.
...
#crush
#LGBT
#ValentinesDay
#confessional
#UnrequitedLove
508 reads
8 Comments
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