Teen love Poems
The Broken Angel
by Nirav Khanal
On the dark and gloomy night
Walking down the lonely trail
As if she was destined to fail.
With no clear destination in her mind
Escaping from something
Maybe it’s from her past.
With all the heartbreaks and scars
She wears her beautiful smile
......
Drown me
by Tenna Linnet
If your love is a cascading ocean
Drown me in salt water
I’ll stay there ‘till I can’t feel my lips
And my lungs are burning from needing air
‘Till I can no longer hear the murmur of the sea
Only your lovely voice
Whispering to me
just a crush
by Markiya Franklin
the trace of his bony fingers, each of the ten
i'd kiss them if given the chance
the way his eyes squint and his face wrinkles when he smiles
if i could follow those lines with my fingers or even
my lips
such simple pleasures
so unattainable
I heard
by Tenna Linnet
Oh, I heard you
I know you didn’t pick up the phone
And I was just listening all alone
But it said more than a thousand of your words
Made more noise than a glass when it bursts
The glass was empty but my mind was clear
Never again would I shed a tear
So there I sat with no time to think
Before I went and threw up in the sink
The Broken Angel
by Nirav Khanal
On the dark and gloomy night
Walking down the lonely trail
As if she was destined to fail.
With no clear destination in her mind
Escaping from something
Maybe it’s from her past.
With all the heartbreaks and scars
She wears her beautiful smile
......
I heard
by Tenna Linnet
Oh, I heard you
I know you didn’t pick up the phone
And I was just listening all alone
But it said more than a thousand of your words
Made more noise than a glass when it bursts
The glass was empty but my mind was clear
Never again would I shed a tear
So there I sat with no time to think
Before I went and threw up in the sink
Drown me
by Tenna Linnet
If your love is a cascading ocean
Drown me in salt water
I’ll stay there ‘till I can’t feel my lips
And my lungs are burning from needing air
‘Till I can no longer hear the murmur of the sea
Only your lovely voice
Whispering to me
just a crush
by Markiya Franklin
the trace of his bony fingers, each of the ten
i'd kiss them if given the chance
the way his eyes squint and his face wrinkles when he smiles
if i could follow those lines with my fingers or even
my lips
such simple pleasures
so unattainable
