First love Poems
First Love
by Wislawa Szymborska
They say
the first love is the most important.
That's very romantic
but it's not the case with me.
There was something between us yet there wasn't.
It transpired and expired.
My hands don't tremble,
when I stumble upon small mementos
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First Love
by Brian Patten
Falling in love was like falling down the stairs
Each stair had her name on it
And he went bouncing down each one like a tongue-tied
lunatic
One day of loving her was an ordinary year
He transformed her into what he wanted
And the scent from her
Was the best scent in the world
Fifteen he was fifteen
Each night he dreamed of her
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To My First Love
by Nad SZA
To my first love,
I've loved you since I was just 13,
When I heard your voice, my heart was keen.
Memories of our time together,
Still bring me joy, no matter the weather.
But guilt weighs heavy on my mind,
For what happened to us, so unkind,
I tried my best to prevent our fall,
But you still have a place in my heart, after all.
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02/11/17
by Lee Grabbe
Not an inch of your cold estate will be left untouched by this lighter fluids fluid fingers it'll creep inside your bitter, biting bones and clean my very name from such an unworthy tongue. These searing fingers whom will be doused by your alligator tears no more, will replace my own and ignite every memory met more by wires then our own flesh. These links will burn brighter then Santa Monica, Ojai and riverside combined. They'll burn into oblivion, until such titillating details have lost their appeal. There will be nothing left in my wake but a course and unrefined lot of searing ash. Complimentary was once agreed yet the term has never been so clear. I see now your flesh has never matched my festering lesions no matter how metaphoric. I will never burn again.
-01/22/18
Summers night
by Luise K
You know when I want to kiss you the most?
The feeling when you are outside on a summers evening, right before a summer rain.
When the clouds are filling up the sky and the light is kind of yellow.
The air is slowly clearing up, it is getting fresher while I look into your honey eyes.
You smile, and as I feel your lips and the first raindrops touching me, there is this unconditional feeling of luck starting to appear in my heart and radiates through my whole body.
My knees are getting weak, rain is bashing all around us and there is this smell of summer rain
And you
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A Thousand and Thirty
by Nad Sof
A thousand and thirty days,
Since I first felt that spark—
The butterflies, the rush,
The excitement lighting up the dark.
We shared the simplest things,
A laugh, a smile, a late-night call,
And in those moments, in the quiet,
We had everything, after all.
They say, "How can you miss
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to my one embarrassment
by Yunnie R.
my one embarrassment; i hate you.
i hate the way even the thought of you made my heart stutter,
the way you made me think life is better as two.
how the thought of that made me misstep, blushing at my blunder.
i hate you wholeheartedly,
even though it hurts a bit to say,
regardless if it was because of something said belatedly,
and that i was the one who had to pay.
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First And Forever
by Michael J. Nappi
Seconds slash sadness,
moments melt.
Consumed by time
fallen faces fade… aside from hers
Salted streams shower sweetest smiles,
enshrined in aged eyes.
Tortured tongue longs the kiss,
matured in lips of memory.
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To My First Love
by Nad SZA
To my first love,
I've loved you since I was just 13,
When I heard your voice, my heart was keen.
Memories of our time together,
Still bring me joy, no matter the weather.
But guilt weighs heavy on my mind,
For what happened to us, so unkind,
I tried my best to prevent our fall,
But you still have a place in my heart, after all.
......
02/11/17
by Lee Grabbe
Not an inch of your cold estate will be left untouched by this lighter fluids fluid fingers it'll creep inside your bitter, biting bones and clean my very name from such an unworthy tongue. These searing fingers whom will be doused by your alligator tears no more, will replace my own and ignite every memory met more by wires then our own flesh. These links will burn brighter then Santa Monica, Ojai and riverside combined. They'll burn into oblivion, until such titillating details have lost their appeal. There will be nothing left in my wake but a course and unrefined lot of searing ash. Complimentary was once agreed yet the term has never been so clear. I see now your flesh has never matched my festering lesions no matter how metaphoric. I will never burn again.
-01/22/18
