Crush Poems
#crush
Crush poems, here you'll find poems about infatuation and poetry about having a crush on someone unattainable. Crush poems about love and desire for someone you're not in a relationship with.
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Phantom Poet
You come and go in the night
as elusive as each write
that you leave outside my door
leaving me left longing for more
More of your velveteen lines
with all of their soft, subtle designs
that undo a clasp at a time
as I am overcome by your rhyme
Whether for good or for ill
you drown me in each spill
make me long for your ink
long to sip each viscous drink
Making me now feel whole
as you tattoo my bared soul
bring me right to the edge
of violating every vow or pledge
While you go on about...
as elusive as each write
that you leave outside my door
leaving me left longing for more
More of your velveteen lines
with all of their soft, subtle designs
that undo a clasp at a time
as I am overcome by your rhyme
Whether for good or for ill
you drown me in each spill
make me long for your ink
long to sip each viscous drink
Making me now feel whole
as you tattoo my bared soul
bring me right to the edge
of violating every vow or pledge
While you go on about...
#confessional
#crush
#FallingInLove
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
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Secret Bromance
It's a secret
Yet everyone can see it
By the way he looks at you
The way his eyes
Linger on your face
First the eyes
Then the lips
The intense stare
He only gives you
No one was supposed
To see that moment
But the desire was too strong
And he couldn't hold back
Pinned you up against the wall
Pressed his body
Against yours
But people were watching
And this was not for show
He thinks no one
Sees the way he winks at you
Everytime you pass by
Or the way ...
Yet everyone can see it
By the way he looks at you
The way his eyes
Linger on your face
First the eyes
Then the lips
The intense stare
He only gives you
No one was supposed
To see that moment
But the desire was too strong
And he couldn't hold back
Pinned you up against the wall
Pressed his body
Against yours
But people were watching
And this was not for show
He thinks no one
Sees the way he winks at you
Everytime you pass by
Or the way ...
#crush
#LGBT
#love #secrets
#love #secrets
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My Poet in the Night
As real as the darkness I feel
you reign in the dark realm
part mystery
part shadow
since you cast none yourself
bittersweet is the ink
that you spill all over me
a virgin seduction
a black christening
leaves me spent and glistening
you reign in the dark realm
part mystery
part shadow
since you cast none yourself
bittersweet is the ink
that you spill all over me
a virgin seduction
a black christening
leaves me spent and glistening
#confessional
#crush
#dark
#FallingInLove
#WritingPoetry
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In this Lonely Ink
Once again I wait on the brink
penning in this lonely ink
these lines meant only for you
knowing none with ever do
My mystery poet in the night
making ever taboo now right
in your most aloof style
meant to repel then beguile
How I long to know more
always still left keeping score
of the times I have lost my heart
when love was over before it start
So, I secretly read your every word
whisper it soft so that it is heard
only by little old lonely me
the faithful lover I will never be...
penning in this lonely ink
these lines meant only for you
knowing none with ever do
My mystery poet in the night
making ever taboo now right
in your most aloof style
meant to repel then beguile
How I long to know more
always still left keeping score
of the times I have lost my heart
when love was over before it start
So, I secretly read your every word
whisper it soft so that it is heard
only by little old lonely me
the faithful lover I will never be...
#confessional
#crush
#loneliness
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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5 Comments
Behind this Door
Be careful what you wish for
beware of opening this grey door
the one that locks from each side
where even a truthful lie is denied
For I do so love to flirt...
before getting down in the dirt
after allowing this long chase
without any glimpse of my face
Guess these few words must do
this most rare time I am true
about all that I have in mind
this hidden treasure left to find
But lost in all this palace intrigue
certain I am out of...
beware of opening this grey door
the one that locks from each side
where even a truthful lie is denied
For I do so love to flirt...
before getting down in the dirt
after allowing this long chase
without any glimpse of my face
Guess these few words must do
this most rare time I am true
about all that I have in mind
this hidden treasure left to find
But lost in all this palace intrigue
certain I am out of...
#mystery
#confessional
#crush
#seductive
#WritingPoetry
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When You Would Read Me
Still how I miss those days
enchanted by your ways
when you would read me
read my poetry
Share each secret thought
each memory then brought
back to life
within the walls of my stanzas
There was a love there
that filled the air
like honeysuckle in May
fine pine needles in December
Special moments to remember
as we exchanged words
shared entwined lines
safe within the confines
Of a secret love poem
written only for each other
now this faded ink is stained ...
enchanted by your ways
when you would read me
read my poetry
Share each secret thought
each memory then brought
back to life
within the walls of my stanzas
There was a love there
that filled the air
like honeysuckle in May
fine pine needles in December
Special moments to remember
as we exchanged words
shared entwined lines
safe within the confines
Of a secret love poem
written only for each other
now this faded ink is stained ...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#crush
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Femme Fatale
She is this
yet so much more
with that certain look
that closes the book
Lips made for everything
whispers
kisses
poetry
To hear her words
is to lose your way
surrender the day
just for her smile
Makes it all worthwhile
for the mere chance
slim hope of romance
or the splendor of failing
Forever impaling
yourself upon the rocks
stopping all the clocks
as you wait for someday
yet so much more
with that certain look
that closes the book
Lips made for everything
whispers
kisses
poetry
To hear her words
is to lose your way
surrender the day
just for her smile
Makes it all worthwhile
for the mere chance
slim hope of romance
or the splendor of failing
Forever impaling
yourself upon the rocks
stopping all the clocks
as you wait for someday
#love
#beauty
#confessional
#crush
#FallingInLove
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unpressed buttons
You spill words
melodic, beautiful, anguished
and I wonder idly
how it would feel
to get buried in your anger
the rise and fall of consonants
shorter, sharper, dangerous
on your beautiful tongue
Not that I want know
your rage
I'm just curious about these
buttons unpressed
and I would die to know
the full shape of you
the sparkle of your laughter
the light of your joy
the drop of your sadness
the burn of your passion
the fire of your rage
so that I can be a mirror
free...
melodic, beautiful, anguished
and I wonder idly
how it would feel
to get buried in your anger
the rise and fall of consonants
shorter, sharper, dangerous
on your beautiful tongue
Not that I want know
your rage
I'm just curious about these
buttons unpressed
and I would die to know
the full shape of you
the sparkle of your laughter
the light of your joy
the drop of your sadness
the burn of your passion
the fire of your rage
so that I can be a mirror
free...
#crush
#friendship
#loneliness #UnrequitedLove
#loneliness #UnrequitedLove
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Shakespeares Love Story
This love is a caricature,
A performance for pleasure.
Endless intermissions and laughter,
Never ending ever afters.
Forever is a hyperbole that becomes a promise,
Forever ends when it’s forgotten.
A souvenir black eye,
Craving to cave to your kind.
Love was just a consummation bound by time,
An act of love in the face of a crowd was just a line.
A kiss left up to interpretation by our audience,
The kiss in the wings wasn’t of relevance.
Spotting you with a spotlight,
You’re looking right at me but...
A performance for pleasure.
Endless intermissions and laughter,
Never ending ever afters.
Forever is a hyperbole that becomes a promise,
Forever ends when it’s forgotten.
A souvenir black eye,
Craving to cave to your kind.
Love was just a consummation bound by time,
An act of love in the face of a crowd was just a line.
A kiss left up to interpretation by our audience,
The kiss in the wings wasn’t of relevance.
Spotting you with a spotlight,
You’re looking right at me but...
#crush
#love
#UnrequitedLove
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Sweet Girl
Won't you help me, friend?
Before I end.
This girl's got me.
In a trance.
I can't dance.
I won't cry once you're mine.
My life's a book.
Just take a look.
I'm here for you like brand new.
Come with me.
You will see.
What I say is what I mean.
If you go away.
I will be in pain.
What can be our today?
You're a sweet girl.
You rule my world.
It's my love from above.
Coming down to the ground.
Harmony, love and peace.
We will be so happy.
Let's...
Before I end.
This girl's got me.
In a trance.
I can't dance.
I won't cry once you're mine.
My life's a book.
Just take a look.
I'm here for you like brand new.
Come with me.
You will see.
What I say is what I mean.
If you go away.
I will be in pain.
What can be our today?
You're a sweet girl.
You rule my world.
It's my love from above.
Coming down to the ground.
Harmony, love and peace.
We will be so happy.
Let's...
#crush
#love
#lyrics
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Mirabelle
Well hung from the boughs of our orchard tree
is a ripening crop of golden plums
as fresh and heavenly as when she comes...
unto the juicy knowledge tree with me
to study there what's wholesome, and a treat,
in all manner of manna from above
that lands in the laps of luxury and love
in a nuptial carnality complete
with the redolence of midsummer heat,
like a Degas portrait in thick crayons
crowning brown nipples on bosom bronze,
and lissome legs, ankles, and supple feet,
saucing her succulence to soon subsume...
the weathered...
is a ripening crop of golden plums
as fresh and heavenly as when she comes...
unto the juicy knowledge tree with me
to study there what's wholesome, and a treat,
in all manner of manna from above
that lands in the laps of luxury and love
in a nuptial carnality complete
with the redolence of midsummer heat,
like a Degas portrait in thick crayons
crowning brown nipples on bosom bronze,
and lissome legs, ankles, and supple feet,
saucing her succulence to soon subsume...
the weathered...
#beauty
#crush
#love
#romantic
#wife
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6 Comments
Loving You
I wonder what it's like
To wake up at your side
My hand on your chest
My face nested
At the crook of your neck
Countless times
Have I imagined myself
Propped up on your lap
Your hands, gentle and strong
Circling my waist
Maybe it's a good thing
That we won't see each other
After this night is over
Cause I can't handle seeing
Someone else by your side
I'm sick and tired of writing
All these poems about you
Yet I can't bring myself
To reach my hand out to you
And...
To wake up at your side
My hand on your chest
My face nested
At the crook of your neck
Countless times
Have I imagined myself
Propped up on your lap
Your hands, gentle and strong
Circling my waist
Maybe it's a good thing
That we won't see each other
After this night is over
Cause I can't handle seeing
Someone else by your side
I'm sick and tired of writing
All these poems about you
Yet I can't bring myself
To reach my hand out to you
And...
#crush
#FirstLove
#love
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