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.
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 10:30am
17th Mar 2025 10:30am
Vision of Beauty (A Soul's Illumination)
eyes of love ~ have faith
in the vision of beauty
that lights up their soul
in the vision of beauty
that lights up their soul
#crush
#love
#senryu
103 reads
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 00:48am
17th Mar 2025 00:48am
Desire Under the Emerald Veil
dear lady green ~ here
is my declaration ~ that
this heart desires you
is my declaration ~ that
this heart desires you
#crush
#love
#senryu #UnrequitedLove
#senryu #UnrequitedLove
68 reads
2 Comments
ChaosCorrupt
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 11:56am
15th Mar 2025 11:56am
Heats Dance (with waves)
#BDSM
#crush
#erotic
#lust
#temptation
204 reads
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ChaosCorrupt
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 6:06am
14th Mar 2025 6:06am
Surround Me
#admiration
#crush
#love
#lust
#sensual
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 11:20am
7th Mar 2025 11:20am
N/A
as long as the orchestra "harmonizes"(as long as im "alive")- perhaps there's always a chance to potentially experience more; if the music "makes sense"- right?- should a possible "opened window?"- in a moment- be ignored?
I've.... procrastinated on permanently changing my middle name to "safe"- now how much sense does that actually make? - that's not quite how life's rhythm operates....
sade(the singer)- would say- "smooth" is the way; what is my...
I've.... procrastinated on permanently changing my middle name to "safe"- now how much sense does that actually make? - that's not quite how life's rhythm operates....
sade(the singer)- would say- "smooth" is the way; what is my...
#beauty
#crush
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#women
117 reads
musht_e_ghubaar
Arsh
Arsh
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 8:42pm
4th Mar 2025 8:42pm
Lake
The bicycle’s path lingers,
your arms, a soft prayer around my waist,
the morning breeze still carrying
the last note of our shared hymn.
By the lake, we paused,
hands almost brushing,
a question suspended between us,
unspoken, yet heavy as the moon.
Your laughter, bright as pomegranate seeds,
still lingers in the curve of my smile,
though it feels lighter now,
like sunlight slipping through winter’s bare fingers.
You taught me to...
your arms, a soft prayer around my waist,
the morning breeze still carrying
the last note of our shared hymn.
By the lake, we paused,
hands almost brushing,
a question suspended between us,
unspoken, yet heavy as the moon.
Your laughter, bright as pomegranate seeds,
still lingers in the curve of my smile,
though it feels lighter now,
like sunlight slipping through winter’s bare fingers.
You taught me to...
#beauty
#crush
#dating
#girlfriend
#romantic
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rksingh
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 10:55am
4th Mar 2025 10:55am
PEEPING
I knock at your body's door
or peep into the room
through the little crack
for a bit of love
squeezing my rise above
the cynosure and reduce
to a drop at the labial path
--R K Singh
or peep into the room
through the little crack
for a bit of love
squeezing my rise above
the cynosure and reduce
to a drop at the labial path
--R K Singh
#crush
#love
#sex
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Shon
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:28pm
24th Feb 2025 7:28pm
1st Impression.
I want to write such flippiary.
Titterary and dibberish as such.
Giggerary, tickellish as can be.
To jiggle your chuckle mussels.
Laughtering as your body smiles.
As spasm's of frivolity wave you.
Joviality and rib hurting friggolity.
Till your chuckkle mussels come alive.
You laugh so much holding your ribs.
Unable to speak, It hurts so good.
Sweat breaking out, though ladies glow.
Not wanting it to stop, but cant go on.
As you are struggling to breathe.
Reaching your peak you cry to go on.
Your breath...
Titterary and dibberish as such.
Giggerary, tickellish as can be.
To jiggle your chuckle mussels.
Laughtering as your body smiles.
As spasm's of frivolity wave you.
Joviality and rib hurting friggolity.
Till your chuckkle mussels come alive.
You laugh so much holding your ribs.
Unable to speak, It hurts so good.
Sweat breaking out, though ladies glow.
Not wanting it to stop, but cant go on.
As you are struggling to breathe.
Reaching your peak you cry to go on.
Your breath...
#crush
#lover
#romantic #seductive
#romantic #seductive
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Wannabe_batman
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:43pm
24th Feb 2025 3:43pm
Her
Skin as white as snow,
eyes with an uncanny glow,
hair made out of fresh silk,
oh! heaven may I have seen;
in her, love was like a mothers womb,
and pain was like when a fire blooms,
no garment could ever fit her beauty,
even the moon was jealous of her!!
with a heart that was only pure,
as the sun in the sky,
her smile shines bright,
got paralyzed by only her sight,
if that was love I wasn't sure,
lungs pumping with a sweet pain,
if it were, our love would have left a stain,
breath with a burning Passion,
but now...
eyes with an uncanny glow,
hair made out of fresh silk,
oh! heaven may I have seen;
in her, love was like a mothers womb,
and pain was like when a fire blooms,
no garment could ever fit her beauty,
even the moon was jealous of her!!
with a heart that was only pure,
as the sun in the sky,
her smile shines bright,
got paralyzed by only her sight,
if that was love I wasn't sure,
lungs pumping with a sweet pain,
if it were, our love would have left a stain,
breath with a burning Passion,
but now...
#beauty
#crush
#love #romantic
#love #romantic
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:47pm
23rd Feb 2025 2:47pm
Season of Choice
It is the season of choice.
The season I find my love.
Where embers thaw and burn.
Bring me into your season.
Into warm nights of passion.
Where passion ignites senses.
Make me feel your season.
Into warm and sweaty embraces.
Where embracing smolders red hot.
Make me love and hate your season.
Love that summer of wet lips pressing.
Hate that winter of letting go.
The season I find my love.
Where embers thaw and burn.
Bring me into your season.
Into warm nights of passion.
Where passion ignites senses.
Make me feel your season.
Into warm and sweaty embraces.
Where embracing smolders red hot.
Make me love and hate your season.
Love that summer of wet lips pressing.
Hate that winter of letting go.
#crush
#FallingInLove
#ILoveYou
#love
#relationships
166 reads
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PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:13pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:13pm
Couples Unexpectedly Similar #3
Through keyholes' glimpse a world unknown,
mirrors reflect, a love has grown,
barriers crossed, where flaws are shown.
Silent wishes through locked embrace,
mirrors' glance, a hidden place,
keyholes open love's own space.
Eyes that meet in secret views.
Mirrors join what time renews.
Keyholes whispers breaking through.
Through barriers, one love takes flight.
Mirrors dance in a starry night.
Keyholes hold all dreams so tight.
Boundaries fade, all hearts align,
mirrors shine with love's design, ...
mirrors reflect, a love has grown,
barriers crossed, where flaws are shown.
Silent wishes through locked embrace,
mirrors' glance, a hidden place,
keyholes open love's own space.
Eyes that meet in secret views.
Mirrors join what time renews.
Keyholes whispers breaking through.
Through barriers, one love takes flight.
Mirrors dance in a starry night.
Keyholes hold all dreams so tight.
Boundaries fade, all hearts align,
mirrors shine with love's design, ...
#crush
#erotic
#love
#lust
#passion
110 reads
6 Comments
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