Sweet Teenage Love Poem

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No matter how much you think you know about love, there is a special side of it described in sweet teenage love poems. These poems focus on what the person does for you that cause you to feel surges of affection and gratitude for the person being in your life.

teenager writing in cafeteria

Sweet Teenage Love Poems – A Taste of Sugar

Field Hockey

I hate gym class, outside, on grey days, the air
beginning to turn raw, and unforgiving, creeping up,
This damn silly skirt, seeping into my hands, my bones
Ache with cold. My nose is running, and I sniffle like a lost child
I want home, and Pooh-Bear on my bed and to snuggle in mounds
of warmth, burrow down mole-like.
The whistle blows, thank you God-Holy-Mary-all the saints including
Patrick and you are there on the sidelines shoving a warm cup of hot
chocolate into my hands, draping yourself around me, human icicle.
You dig out your lucky bandana, the one you always wear before the big game
Blow, you say, and that is the nicest gift anyone gave a frozen Snow
woman.

OMG

I am five tonight, with the blankets pulled
Over my head, tent like, growing airless, just
Once more my thumbs have to tell you via keyboard
I don’t believe it? I can’t believe it!
You were so great, terrific really, to stand up
To Mr. Loomis, math teacher minus a heart.
You said, my girl, my girl won’t need algebra
She is a singer, a great singer, you said it with all your being
My world straightened, my shoulders stopped sagging
D stands for delighted, demonstrative, dangerous
Well, maybe, detention too, now, but I will wait
Until the last ding of the bell frees you.
Thank you for standing up for dizzy me, a bazillion,.
Text messages cannot calculate my happiness!

Keeping It Real with a Spoonful

Sweet is…well, sweet. Emotion expressed honestly is nice, something that stands up, even if someone tries poking fun at it. Sincerity in sweet teenage love poems always rings true.

Family Reunion

This will never end. I am stuck in hell,
With grandmothers watching every move
Uncles clap your shoulders, cousins giggle and
slyly whisper.
Why did I let you talk me into coming to the meeting,
Of this clan, this family, where dysfunction is magnified.
I am mortified when Mom tells that story – ohgodohgodohgod
Stop – of when you were six and came to the door – I just want to die
Mom! – your eyes so wide and your fingers clasp a bouquet of dew dropped
Violets and you said is she home in that wide-eyed way of yours
And all the aunts coo and moo and say isn’t that sweet, that look of knowing
My face the color of beets, red crayons, and winter cheeks
You are laughing with them – not me – drawing me to the back of the garage
I can’t meet your eyes, till a finger tilts my chin and forces me to see
You smiling, laughing into my reluctant grin, I remember, you lips slid
Against mine, intimate memories, moist, mostly still ours.

The Playground

Autumn leaves swirl across scudding sideways waves of red and gold,
Really, we are too old, but I look at you, you look at me, our mouths twitch.
I am racing you to the jungle gym, no one skins a better cat, up top we scramble,
I’m king of the world you toss to the empty benches, the bushes, the bramble
On the rusty chain link fence.
Down the slid, whooping, follow me, don’t forget our youth, how long ago but close
Still close, reluctant we are to let go of swings, and things childish and secure.
I suddenly shiver and you know too, don’t you, we hug, here.
We’re still here.

Pardon My Pain

teen thinking in meadow

Even when love ends or turns out the way we do not expect it to, it still can be sweet and bitter at the same time. The word bittersweet describes an emotion so often found even in sweet teenage love poems.

Regrets

Regrets, I’ve had a few, Dad’s old album spins in my mind,
Turning, stomach churning, I thought we were forever.
Time had another mind, was it when, I said, I love you?
We said it all the time back in the play days of school and sand.
Apparently, it has the power now to stop time and make brave men
Run away to home plate.
Safe, you coward, I yell at you, still safe
I take my place in your forgotten right field.

If you are interested in other sweet teenage poems, or want to try writing one yourself, Teen Poetry.student.com is an interesting place to check out.



 


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