Poems About a Crush by Top Critiquers
#crush
Poems about a crush by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
prometheus5290
Poem Published
26th Jun 2019 4:43pm
26th Jun 2019 4:43pm
Ms. T___(Mrs. H?)
T___,
how could I be anything but
delicate,
passionate,
intimate
when we make love?
how could I be anything but
delicate,
passionate,
intimate
when we make love?
#love
#FallingInLove
#crush
447 reads
4 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 10:58pm
4th Jan 2023 10:58pm
Just Sometimes...
I'd love to run my hands over you
Fingers through your hair
Hold your face in my hands
Body pressed
Kissed, savage your lips
Searching for deep
That moment of lost
The sharing of breath
In hungry devour
Swim the ocean of you
Wrapped up with me
In soul aching need
Quench the burn
Turn me on
Every curve
Soft to my hard
The need that I want
Is this how love starts
Fingers through your hair
Hold your face in my hands
Body pressed
Kissed, savage your lips
Searching for deep
That moment of lost
The sharing of breath
In hungry devour
Swim the ocean of you
Wrapped up with me
In soul aching need
Quench the burn
Turn me on
Every curve
Soft to my hard
The need that I want
Is this how love starts
#love
#lust
#lover
#crush
#passion
429 reads
7 Comments
LibraSoul96
Poem Published
6th Jul 2015 9:31pm
6th Jul 2015 9:31pm
Beautiful Nightmare
Chains tied to my body laced up to this rusty bed.
Stuck in the fantasies of a disturbed man.
His hands slightly caressing my locks.
Then feeling my soft skin.
Scared to even scream because of fear of him taking my breath away with his cold hands.
Afraid to even cringe in the likes of a monster.
Afraid that if I even try to escape from his Maze of a place that, that knife would Pierce me to my final resting place.
But I stared into his cold eyes and began to have solace for him.
The man with no soul. ...
Stuck in the fantasies of a disturbed man.
His hands slightly caressing my locks.
Then feeling my soft skin.
Scared to even scream because of fear of him taking my breath away with his cold hands.
Afraid to even cringe in the likes of a monster.
Afraid that if I even try to escape from his Maze of a place that, that knife would Pierce me to my final resting place.
But I stared into his cold eyes and began to have solace for him.
The man with no soul. ...
#love
#lust
#crush
1314 reads
12 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 8:43pm
6th Sep 2024 8:43pm
He Loved Me, He Loved Me Not: How does she not believe she's perfect?
Alia Lynch was full of obscenities. After being hit with the non-people pleasing serum, more and more was coming out that JR4 found a lot to handle.
But yet here she was, with that innocent laugh he knew from 8 years ago. With that innocent smile. And that innocent joy that she still had deep within her.
He had to ask himself as he was staring at her in her white undies and pale green T.
He had to ask himself the question that only his head was allowed to contain. Never aloud could these thoughts be made known to her.
"How could someone who...
But yet here she was, with that innocent laugh he knew from 8 years ago. With that innocent smile. And that innocent joy that she still had deep within her.
He had to ask himself as he was staring at her in her white undies and pale green T.
He had to ask himself the question that only his head was allowed to contain. Never aloud could these thoughts be made known to her.
"How could someone who...
#crush
#FallingInLove
#ForbiddenLove #romantic
#ForbiddenLove #romantic
154 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 00:05am
21st Jul 2024 00:05am
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
275 reads
4 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
691 reads
2 Comments
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