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Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: absence, crush, cry, dedication, lost love, sad,

I'm So Jealous

~The One That Got Away~


Here I lay weeping

I sing a sad song to sleep 

Fire cracking bones

kicking, screaming, pulling hair

The moment, gone forever


~SKAT~


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: crush, funny love, humorous, teacher,

Teacher's Pet

As I look back, it all seems funny now
Recalling all those awkward teen age years
I pushed the limits farther than allowed
Supposedly when young, we had no fears

Infatuation caught me with the blues
My heart was swollen by love's gentle sting
It was a crush that only left a bruise
Left by the diamond in her wedding ring

The first day I laid eyes on her, I fell
The lightning bolt she was, that shook my world
And to this day I swear I'd know her smell
Could she have read my mind, she'd likely hurled

I hated school but never missed her class
She said she loved me 'cause I made her laugh


  original poem by Daniel Turner


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: betrayal, crush, first love,

Timberland

Wide the mirrored water stretched,
licking green upon the pointed pines, limbs sweeping low and cool.

The creek meandered, soft giggles escaping mossy rocks
where polliwogs swam, nearly, but not quite frogs, still sporting pubescent tails;
the adults pontificating against the shallow bank,
throats swollen with amphibious wisdom.

Soft brown mud squished, a buttered cream,
between summer toasted toes wading into wonder.
Fragrant evening campfires heightened hungers,
supper roasting over charred coals flavored
the stirrings of a tempting crush on a boy much older;
this girl just barely navigating puberty's powerful push,
his smile extracting heightened pulse, blush brushed.

Life's long summer slipped slowly away
and autumn found his wife and child laying him down,
the plot unknown, unmarked by me;
yet, painful, still, the memory of broken trust,
of love-crust pitched to a not quite woman
deep in the rusting woods of Timberland.

Copyright, February 14, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: crush, desire, emotions, feelings, heartbreak, loneliness, lost love,

Atonement

Should I take the dagger that my heart tore
and use it to avenge the pain it caused?
Or should I bow my head and keep in store,
the obsession of life’s dreams once more paused.

I, undeserving of your resentment,
wherefore my words echoed kindness intense,
in past fondness for future‘s atonement
lest it reveal my soul to your pretense.

Foolishly I opened my heart to you,
expecting to relinguish love yet born,
unwittingly my own destruction woo,
to inflict pain through the wrath of love’s scorn.

I cannot feel anger to act in spite,
with a broken heart I bow to your might.


For contest: One of your best - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Rob Carmack


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: beauty, crush, feelings, first love, longing, youth,

HER BEAUTY AND GRACE

HER BEAUTY AND GRACE

She mirrors far more loveliness and grace,
than any other my heart has cared for.
From my mind her beauty I can’t efface,
it is she I will love for evermore.
For her heart my first love yearns, her soft kiss,
sweet smile, her long black hair my eyes adore,
with feelings deep, as meaningful as this,
to end the quest, my pretense lead ashore.
Oh, how the heart has waited for the day,
to reach out in loving you, love confessed,
for the love to blossom to find its way,
to your heart, forever to be blessed.

If only I could see my love returned,
instead of my dreams remaining unturned.


T.J Grén


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,

Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.


Poem Details | by Mpho Kgaswane |
Categories: crush, funny love, i love you, longing, love, relationship, romantic,

More than a crush

I first saw you at the funfair
Joy and laughter were high in the air
It felt like more than a crush.

Caught a sight of you walking at the mall
Nearly caused my heart to fall 
It felt like it is more than a crush.

Then I saw you sitting by the lakeside
I felt very warm inside
It was more than a crush.

Each time I saw you I would freeze
It was as if there was a breeze
Making me go weak on my knees
For it was more than a crush.

Though I saw you at midday
I thought about you everyday
Went on my knees to pray
To have you by my side along the way.

Then there you were working at a farm
Wanted to grab you into my arm
It was more than a crush.

In a people filled room
My eyes and yours would zoom
Because it was more than a crush.

You looked so so fine
I wanted to ask you out for a dine
It was more than a crush.

Then you were strolling on the shore
And I knew for sure
That what I felt was more than a crush.

It was that feeling of love
That was sent from above.


Poem Details | by Faaiqah Abader |
Categories: crush, devotion, how i feel, i love you, innocence, love, romantic,

I hate you

I hate you because you stole my heart,
but I don’t want it returned;
The fact that it is safe with you,
is something I have learned.

I hate the way you smile at me,
It stops all time and space;
When you are near, I feel at ease,
and grounded in my place.

I hate how you can make time fly,
and yet, make each moment last;
I feel as though you are my world,
I hate the spell you’ve cast.

I hate the times you’ve shown you care,
I always question why;
I know, that I can count on you,
to catch the tears I cry.

I hate the way you look at me,
what you see I do not know;
I’m scared you’ll find out how I feel,
I hope it doesn’t show.

I hate the way you touch my hand,
because eventually, you let go;
I hate the way you hug me tight,
my feelings over-flow.

I hate the way you talk to me,
Your voice is firm, but kind;
The way you think, is different,
I appreciate, your mind.

I hate you because of who you are to me,
You cannot be replaced;
I hate the way you make me feel,
but my emotions, must be faced.

I love, the warmth your presence brings,
and how you’re always true;
For the soul that you are,
until I die, I will love you.


Poem Details | by Nicola Byrne |
Categories: crush, dream, feelings, longing, love, valentines day, write,

In Dreams

When the weary, weighted day is done, And swollen eyes surrender To the sandman’s sweet serenity, I drift towards your wonder. For there’s the place we’re sure to meet, And there, we verse and ponder, Reliving caresses, sensual and sweet: In dreams, with you, I wander. A nirvana, where you can voice my name, And I fervently unite with you, No sea, no land or rule divides, My foolish heart no more askew. Here is where our souls’ intrepid dance Leaves wolves powerless to subdue, I can gaze up at your cloudless aspect: In dreams, my life’s with you. But when the rising sun claims dawn And you must say goodbye, Awakened, I find your touch has gone, But intricate thoughts of you shan’t die. My pen recalls your love’s rebirth: Running gold, with thoughts of eyes I knew. If Heaven has its place on earth, In dreams, it lies, with you.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, conflict, crush, dark, lost love, memory, symbolism,

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert JLindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

Syllables Per Line:	
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:	168
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	124


Poem Details | by Nicola Byrne |
Categories: angst, crush, feelings, longing, love,

LOVE FROM AFAR


He watched her, day after day, as she walked by with her friendsA giggle, and a smile in his direction made her his foreverBut, oh, she’d never know, for this boy was silent: the reticent sort, who only spoke when spoken toNever would he be one to take a leap of faith and just go say “hi”What if he told her his feelings and she rejected him, or worse: what if she laughedThis was saferThis way he could love her till the end of time—a love untainted by rejection, or jealousy, a love that would never turn sour and die.

But in his decision to love her from afar, he never got to truly see herNever would he know how her heart leapt each and every time she saw him at that cornerNor would he know how, at school, her classes were overshadowed by his eyes; how her English class was one poetic dream after anotherShe felt him gaze upon her day after day, week after week, and wished, prayed—although she wasn’t a religious person—that today would be the day.

Alas their love will never be,
Doomed to realms of eternity.
Unknown but not forgotten,
Dreams floating, like clouds of cotton,
Dispersed through skies that never end.
Neither one will comprehend,
Until one releases that simple word—
As a seed won’t allow one raindrop unheard,
But bloom and reach towards the sky—
A word can make love soar so high.
But watch it wither in the jar
If you choose to love her from afar.


2nd August 2016 



Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: confusion, crush, desire, emotions, feelings, love hurts,

Heart of Glass

Starts at 0:17
Lustrous words reach across the Miles Tugs heart strings and makes one Smile Speaks of Love and Starry Nights Heavenly whispers - wondrous Sights Invites one on those moonlight Walks Orchestras serenade - sensual Talks Stirs up passion and Stirs up Fire Tempts one into this game of Desire
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling – it seems so divine Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find You are playing with my emotions and so Don’t tease me like - you do Churns out promises on a stream of Cyber Zaps out words through tendrils of Fiber Emotions on alert though ever so Fleeting Inhabitations aside - a great way of Meeting
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find You are playing with my emotions and so This Cyber Love - Alack - Alas Will only break a Heart of Glass Oh what wanton rose can feeling resist Pricked by thorns of cyber kiss
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find You are playing with my emotions and so Don’t tease me like - you do Oh Oh Cyber Love Oh Oh Cyber Love Oh Oh Cyber Love Fantasies of Love a foolish Delusion Hearts on a sleeve complete Illusion Changing intentions - twisted Perceptions Ignore the warnings - embrace Deceptions Oh Oh Cyber Love Oh Oh Cyber Love
Footnote: Many a love affair has blossomed successfully from cyber friendships and cyber groups all made possible from cyber space in this hectic world of oursI’ve seen it work and it gives new meaning to the phrase ‘love is made in heaven’ But lonely, vulnerable people should heed their mind and heart, being wary of not falling victim to an illusion. Music Blondie instrumental Heart of Glass


Poem Details | by Robert Amure |
Categories: confusion, crush, heart, love hurts, men, romance, sad love,

A dedication to Lucy - The Advice

LUCY - The ADVICE


Remember this:
From boys up to men, it’s always the same
Your heart gets broken …to them it’s a game.

Loving and sweetness when first you begin
Claiming ‘you don’t care’, they make you give in
You must be patient, you must make them wait
Two weeks or TWO months, YOU control the date!

If you don’t do this, here’s what to expect…
They’ll  offer ‘false love’, and show no respect!
Soon there’s an inkling of a love in distress
You vainly cling on ….till you’re all in a mess!!

The rarer the gem - the harder to get…
The harder to get - the higher the value…
The higher the value - the more the respect…
The more the respect - the rarer the gem!!!

Remember this:
From boys up to men, it’s always the same…
They want a ‘rare’ gem…or else it’s a game!


(The Fg 81.5.8)


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: beauty, crush, kiss, love,

- Nest - Pleiades N -


Natural beautiful
Newfound love, roses grow
New moon silver flashes
Nubile young, blushing cheeks
Nice guy, real charmer
Nuts about your sweet kiss
Nothing can change the love







30.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
( Pleiades form : N )
www.howmanysyllables.com
For Kim Merryman's contest


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: conflict, crush, farewell, goodbye, lost love, pain, symbolism,

A Deep And Saddened Look Back

A Deep And Saddened Look Back

On a very sad sunny day in summer's glory
that tragic ending came to our love story.
Midnight, a night filled with bright, full moon
misery blasted me that hot day in June!

Your phone call put me into epic shock
your hammer had just cracked my rock.
A darkened cloud descended over my life
WORST PAIN EVER- loss of my dear wife!

So sad.You cared not as you walked away
leaving me with loving words yet to say.
And destroyed was all our future plans
as you sought lust with your lusting fans!

As I look back and now see that event
soul tells me it was truly heaven sent.
Life has a plan to send us another way
ignoring sad pleas and what we may say!

Decades have now shown me wisdom galore
revealing life then became so much more.
Yet heart and soul may still remember you
sad years passed, still you have no clue!

There was that sweet family we never had
and our love lost forever, tis' so very sad.
Children, never born to grace our halls
YOU NEVER HEARING YEARS OF MY CALLS!

******  *******  , 12-15-2015

Written for Silent One's , Walking Away contest
Based upon a sad event in my young life.


Poem Details | by Nicola Byrne |
Categories: autumn, crush, desire, kiss, love, words, write,

Kiss Me

Kiss me under autumn leaves
Protection from the falling rain
A feeling of warmth is what I need
Don’t ask, just kiss

I see your eyes and what they say
You know mine, now don’t be coy
A writer, in love with words, needs none
Hush now, just kiss.

In your arms is where I long to be,
A taste of lips will help me breathe
It’s action time, don’t you know,
Hold me, let’s kiss.


Poem Details | by Im Me |
Categories: crush, girlfriend, i love you, i miss you, love,

Never end please

High,
as the sun sets i look up at the sky
Watch the rooftops glisten with the moon light
Wondering if we see the same stars at the same time?
Butterflies, heartbeating, with these feelings i can see blind
Sleepless nights talking, leave me wanting more
Like them glowing footsteps on the sea shores


Poem Details | by Dalia Shahein |
Categories: crush, deep, feelings, love, missing,

How selfish you are

How selfish you are, when you're the reason I live and the reason I die...
How selfish you are, when you compel me to laugh and when you compel me to cry...
How selfish you are, when you have my heart and when you have my soul...
How selfish you are, when you take nothing and when you take it all...

How selfish you are, when you steal lives...
How selfish you are, when you leave knifes...
How selfish you are, when you're real and when you are fake...
How selfish you are, when you raise my heart up and when you make it breaks...

How selfish you are, when you're here and when you are there...
How selfish you are, when you care and when you don't care...
How selfish you are, when you bring me the light and when you bring me the dark...
How selfish you are, when you're night holds my star's, when it holds my spark...

How selfish you are, when you make me sad and when you make me smile...
How selfish you are, when you control my life with every little while...
How selfish you are, to be my angel and to be my demon...
How selfish you are, to be my jail and to be my freedom...

How selfish you are, when you are my saviour and when you're my fear...
How selfish you are, when you're so far but still in the same time so dear...
How selfish you are, when you make me feel cold and when you make me feel warm...
How selfish you are, to carry me inside your heart and then to get me out of my home...

How selfish you are, to be in my reality and to be in my dreams...
How selfish you are, when you hate me and when you love me more than what it seems...
How selfish you are, to make me love you so damn much...
How selfish you are, when you're only in my dreams to touch...

How selfish you are, to never show me your face...
How selfish you are, to be my one and only grace...
How selfish you are, to never let me know you...
How selfish you are, to make me contain a huge love that I can't show you...

If selfishness shows your love then always be like this...
But would I be selfish if I asked you for a kiss...


Poem Details | by Jesse Rowe |
Categories: crush, funny, funny love,

Stalker

Romantic dinners
And walks together   But she
Won't know I was there


Poem Details | by Leileah Kasperyan |
Categories: crush, kiss, longing, love, lust, morning,

A liquid mishap

Silky smooth satin skin. Fluid, graceful movements as you pour hot milky coffee into a cup, that soft smile on your lips. Still half asleep, I spill your coffee on my lap.


Poem Details | by Madison Demetros |
Categories: best friend, boy, childhood, crush, first love, middle school, smile,

Middle School Nicknames Part 1

I am the girl with many names, 
At first when you said my name, “Madison”- it had been so crisp on your tongue, as if a leaf  of autumn had torn beneath your sneakerAs we walked out together.on that pastoral day

I swooned when you said it, You spoke it, as if it were your own- as if you had picked it from the orchard of names.
You handed me the dainty ones- like, “Maddie.” so soft on your tongue, that it made me feel all warm and fuzzy, like I was cupping a peach in my palms.

Then, one day when you saw me- the true bud blossoming, 
my heart unfolding  like my floral printed skirt, draped over my tiny waist.

That is when you gave me- began to pester me..
with the cute pet names.

I've been called many names, “Cutie.” but I am not a clementine,
my personality is not round, it is curly like my sandy, golden strands of hair.

Oh, but you- You call me “Mad Dog.”

“Mad Dog,” my collar that fits upon the long nape of my neck,
You say it to my friends, and strangers who happen by, “...Oh Mad Dog...” 

Mad Dog- to you is when the apples of my cheeks go rosy, blushing in shades of primrose pinkIt is when my brows arch, or my eyes touch the corners,
the edges of the room

This name it grows into ivy,
 then flourishes into soft spring blossoms,
of, “Mad Bunny,” “Mad Bear.’ the nurturing names to define my compassion..
and my passion for the love of Mother Earth.

You call me “Thumper,” when I tap my heels on the floor, a ballad 
for you to drum to with your pencil.

The symphony of Middle School nicknames, 
resounding thru my ears… each one following me- trailing behind me, leaving breadcrumbs of what I once was seen as,

As a Middle School girl, with lavender frames, tiny footsteps,
and sweet warbles- stumbling off her tongue.
I am the poetic one, the deep one… who can recite every verse of wisdom, I attain.


Poem Details | by April Gabriella |
Categories: hope, how i feel, longing, love,

One And Only Crush

Do you know every night I dream of you
Visions of your lips upon mine
Have you any idea how much I think of you
So much it has become a pastime
Are you aware of how often I drown
Inside your perfect green eyes
My mind is so crowded with reflections of you
For other thoughts I have not the time
Haven't you noticed how we belong together
Just the notion is too sublime!
Endlessly I want to feel your touch
And to be always on your mind
If we were never to be together
That would be a terrible crime
Don't you know that you mean everything to me
I want to give you my heart for all time
You are the only one in this world I want
To be forever and always mine
Give me a chance at romance
And I promise you'll never ask why


Poem Details | by Michael Bell |
Categories: crush, desire, magic, sensual, word play,

A SILENT SCRIPT OF FINGERED LOVE

A SILENT SCRIPT OF FINGERED LOVE  ( P14)

It's  at first when we were found,
We spoke with eyes, yet not a sound 
As we televised our minds in sync,
We read the print of script below,

It voiced words – of love  forever,
For it not I who did the writing,
Neither you had no control,
It was word in script of destiny,

Blushing you as I saw shy,
Long ago in times of galaxy,
Forces closed to forge our bond,
We were sent to meet the future,

Yet no words were spoken then,
All we had to do was reach,
And touch our fingertips together,
To fortify our love forever.

                                               ©Copyright 2015 M..ABell (alfi – m.za) 


Poem Details | by Anita sharma |
Categories: cheer up, crush, cute love, desire, emotions, i love you, i miss you,

Beckons For Ambrosia A tale of romance

He smiles and gazed
deeper in my eyes,
nuzzling closer
whispering words 
I want to hear
sweetest love 
take my breath away
he whispered
have confession to make
million ways making me quake 
fuming hungers
A desire a passion
we can share
A secret 
burning like fever
softly calls my name
warm as summer breeze 
beckons me closer
he whispered 
let me enter
alabaster temple of you
sweet like ambrosia
worship deep
secret delights


Poem Details | by Madison Demetros |
Categories: best friend, boy, childhood, crush, cute love, middle school, smile,

Middle School Nicknames Part 2

And yet, you are the charming one, with charisma bursting at the seams of your creme grey sweatshirt.and the tender strands of your ash blonde hair...
And your gaping eyes of blue, 
that take me into an undertow of enigma
and daydreamsIn which I can never escape- from those tides of blue that pour from the irises of your eyes.

You, I call “Brownie.” not only because of your soft brown hair, 
that reminds me of softened chocolate chips baked into the heart shaped cookies I gave youBut to emphasize your sweetness-
 that comes from your tone; 
Your soft syllables they make me melt… melt slowly like a marshmallow caressed by embers of a smoldering campfire.

There is much we give, to one another- I give you my eyes, the sea green swirls 
that make you step lightly into bliss- even though you trip over your own feet.when preening yourself as I walk by.

And you…
You give me your deep blue eyes, and your long, slow motion winks; 
you share with me the palms of your hands- so soft.when you touch me.or stroke the back of my neck, accidentally.

For you are the portrait of Soothing.
and I am your Admirer..
As am I your gallery- and the one painting of gentle colors that you brush with your palms..

The painting:

the dark blue of wildflowers etched- compared to 
my polka dotted dress, that I curtsy in.

The ivory clouds, alike the lace of my tank top...
when you gaze at me, and all the heat flushes back into me.
that melts the tips of my fingers… and awakens the seed of  romanticism inside of me.

This Silly little Attraction, where our friends nudge us to touch,
to bare fruit upon the Acacia Tree in our minds… that maybe…

Just maybe we should date, and 
that “Mad Dog,” and “Brownie,” 
should once and for all, share each other's sweet offerings,
Of blissful love.


Poem Details | by Leileah Kasperyan |
Categories: celebration, crush, england, firework, kiss, love, night,

Penny for the Guy

On a cold autumn eve, playful fingers tangled, soft and shy. The smell of hot chestnuts wafted through the milling crowd, a promise of comfort and warmth. We watched, you and I, the skies explode as rockets declared their secret desires Catherine wheels danced a dizzying response while the bang of crackerjacks echoed, spilling smoke quick into the night. "Penny for the guy?", they cried. Sparklers lit, searching lips, the most tender touch. We kissed, my heart reflected in your eyes.
Date: 25.11.2016 *There is no category for a double etheree that I could see.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: angel, beautiful, crush, heartbroken, lost love, passion, true love,

Angel, No Romantic Heart Could Forget

 Angel, No Romantic Heart Could Forget
  ( Collaboration RLindley & KHunt )

Desiring to feel again, thy warmest touch, 
Dreams that have faded into distant past, 
Love burning hot in our hearts was too much, 
Its glow and ardor faded too fast, 
Thou wouldst have had eternal sweet dreams, 
In castles created to hold our true love, 
Alas! This dark world destroyed with wicked schemes 
All that was heaven sent from above

We in our youth, tasted of love's purity divine, 
Gentle hands, held wealth of all precious to me, 
Thy image and power, did my romantic soul refine 
Gifting passionate fruits of thy bountiful tree; 
Now my soul, cries out for thy blessed return, 
This miracle I pray shall one day be, 
As flower meadows, rich in glory, one never spurns, 
Let love send us again, sailing on its heavenly sea

For all the ages revealed our great love eternal,
From silver spires did the world seem so small and otherworldly
We crept into our lofty paradise, teeming our little secret furled;
Two great eagles soaring soft to eternity
A thousand kisses too holy and sweet thy lush peck
A million lovely seasons thine eyes sparkle as honeyed stars
To Venus (shooting!) and thine vast heart our thee wed
But without thee, life is empty and its affections as death's cold charms

So sweet, death whispers your name.....
To tempt my fate to follow thy fleeting footsteps;
How damp this love, wouldst now seem in vain
No flask too deep to numb this bitter-made bed
But I shan't despair no more to mourn ----
For too holy my angel, lest I forget her plea;
The beauties of her idylls (alone) as lovelies shown:
Let love send us again, sailing on its heavenly sea


First half written by Robert Lindley
Second by Keith O.JHunt


Poem Details | by Jessica Arteaga |
Categories: love

Crush

Tracing back upon this line
my fingers itch the feel of time
and yet the stray throughout the curves
I can't forget the words you served

And yet I know it was so long
when we first touched and danced that song
my heart still feels it laced upon yours
like a ribbon in a child's hair; brightly colored, deeply fair

And till I know that I am through
of all these feeling I felt for you
I want to stay and keep and touch
to ask my heart: is this a crush?


Poem Details | by Nadine Youngblood |
Categories: love, dream, dream, me,

More than a Crush

How did a girl like me, meet a guy like you?
You’re the kind of guy girls dream about,
Almost too good to be true
This isn’t just a crush, I think about you everyday
And whenever I’m feeling down, you always know what to say
At first I didn’t want to get too attached
Because I had seen the pain of love gone a stray
But u make me feel loved and promised me
You’d never hurt me in any way
As I sit here writing this poem, I’m constantly thinking of you
Knowing this is more than a crush, hoping it’s a dream come true


Poem Details | by JustPlainMerrie Noway |
Categories: friendship, happiness, love,

Secret Crush

Her face is like candlelight in the dark
with eyes so deep in thought and
a smile so innocent
 
Brown hair so soft
Tickling her neck when the wind blows which
Softens her olive skin
 
Her heart is pure
Filled with sweetness but
Pounding with life
 
If she could live forever
She would and would
Never waste a single moment
 
To touch her is to really know her
Holding on to be complete
Kissing her softly and breathing her in
 
Never-ending laughter of youth and angels
Mind of a thousand scholars and a
Heart of a poet