Boyfriend Poems

Well we’ve been through a lot these Past few years…on again, off again And again but I still love you Baby…Am I Still Your Boyfriend Well I know you’ve been faithful to Me when I’m not around, don’t ask me

Your smile is made of sunshine, And your heart of solid gold, You took me by my hand, In times of rough and cold. When I am in the times of dark, You just give it a spark, Lift me

Sweet emotions slow through human, A great human man. My loving man I don’t want to get broken, He has me now to be very out spoken. I wish to be his wife, And I know as of now we

The black slate, The white chalk, The lustre of a steel tiffin box. The drenched eye that read its first romantic novel, The inexpressible pain of your first heartbreak, The solace in a best friend’s hug, The fancy collection of

Let me have a little look on my Facebook today, Let me just see what the world has to say, Let me take a minute to check my newsfeed, Then I wondered why, and I wondered why indeed. “I’m going

As she looks back it’s been, the same situation but a different cause. Sitting in her room, in the corner with a knife. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right…. The next thing she is watching

Strangers on the street stare at you in awe thinking to themselves that girl’s got everything; even the people closest to you are blind, blind to the storm brewing in your mind. Your best friend says your pretty without makeup.

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Once had a very thoughtful and close caring friend I thought the great times with him, would never end My boyfriend and I visited him frequently everyday For many movies we watched and games we’d play One night my boyfriend

She has blossomed like a flower. Her smiles her blush tell that she is fresh and young. She walks like a bird that had just learned how to fly, Ignorant of the predators, around her. She smiles with one and

Once had a very good close caring friend I thought the great times would never end My boyfriend and I visited him regularly everyday For many movies we watched, and games we’d play One night my boyfriend left his gray

and I can almost sense that something bad is going to happen soon everything for some people just seem to be falling apart people well one person in particular he is such an amazing person and he seems to be

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

They said something was wrong with my mind Treating my “disorder” like a disease, how could they have been so blind? It was never that simple, the problem lurked deeper Never mind the blood and tears, it lay within the

Birds levitate and are airborne, Flapping wings soaring to the highest stratosphere, Flying into the blue yonder, Over snowcapped mountains, abutting the clouds, Flying, gliding, landing, so sublime Perching themselves in the tiny gap between other birds on a cable

This is not what I was expecting Definitely not you. A girl of few words Yet so free, she didn’t need me But she let me into her world. She let me see her favourite place, her favourite people, and

If only you knew I want you close to me Hold my hand touch my heart Look in my eyes then you see Pull me closer Kiss me softly Maybe you will see What I can’t say in words The

About days, when heart is alone.. Familiar faces but the soul is unknown.. The voice is unheard, Albeit it is loud, since I thronged by an extensive crowd.. About days, when home is Abode Moments are time and path is

Complexion and hair he possesses are bright We can compare him to a film black and white Nay, he has no cooling equipment at home Although cushion and mattress made of foam He is a writer and became my friend

You’re the reason I breathe Life into the light You’re the reason I whisper Your name each time I pray You’re the reason I am a fighter Fighting for what rightfully mine You’re the reason I am a passionate lover

If Only….. is a term that many use… If Only…… is a feeling that might give you the blues.. If Only ……is a meaning many will confess for a chance to live the way they think was the best We

Her eyes narrate huge stories every time, I try to hear them, Measure the weight she drops on each word, Counting, the gulps after few. Her eye balls dance around, Like butterflies dancing in the ballroom, She hides violent storms

In these nights of raining moonlight I ride a shikara… I row away Looking the shores of lost days… I am moving alone through this canopy of water in which the sky poured the melted silver…, in search of the

HUMANS OUT LOOK Happenings of the past brings in Nostalgics delight Some may be bitter some may be sweeter Some may be thriller some may be cooler One recounts any of these in a more relaxed way whether it was

Melting into this monotonous moment The faded clock twists into oblivion Sweet distortion echos, so very potent As I ponder my made decision Choices tangle into my deep dark fate As I deeply dwell on these many past mistakes I

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature It lifted me above all mire dark and dense. Kashmir is the divine smile It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense. Kashmir is the sorrow It showed me a combined

Oh, you. You with your eyes. A golden brown. A deep forest green. They’re an abyss that I become lost in…repeatedly. You’re my panacea. A serendipity that is beyond lovely. Your presence sends a ripple effect of warmth throughout me.

salted with landmines a cordite whiff scents the dry breeze clumps of bushes and rich brown soil dotted with dull white glints of fractured bone a place where animals used to browse this is the place to pray furthest away

The Giant Banyan Tree in the country-side, Bunches of thick ropes hanging downward, Full of dark green leaves.Bats hanging from, Its branches with open wings.This ancient Banyan Tree has seen many ups and downs. Our grandmother’s village is calm and

I love your confidence & your style. I love the way you gaze me & smile. I love your lips when they touches me for a while & also your shining little Chinese eyes. I love you when you say

Christmas eve is A time of family and tradition Or in my case Unopened PJ’s, anxiety attacks, and cops That’s all that I’ll ever think of anymore At the mention of it I’ll be brought to tears I was cleaning

Incandescent lights stream across the stark blackened night breathing in the intoxicating smoke swirling around you; Deep cynical voices cackling manically rumbling through the dank dark corridors, phosphorescent lace velvet floating in the calm cool air; Tantalizing deep dank thoughts

While the last hours set in motion I lend my memories for praising The moments of the year for dazing Much as I was stumped in my action. It isn’t the best I’ll ever come across; I bet, it’s the

Vanilla you smell so very sweet, good enough to eat. Vanilla you smell so sweet but yet your taste is bitter all alone. Vanilla mix you with sugar and you are home. A scrap here and there. A boil in

The uttered words that drew so deep, The lines of grief that can not be retrieved, Claims and chants of prepetrating misdeeds, Disputed faith on the dynasties, Dynasties that survived the storms, Teaching thy man to be on their feet,

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more.. It feels that the storm

Another one it seems has wilted to popular appeal, Ever first yet never last become victims of the boardroom deal, Sunshine blessed them youthful days when many a loyalist kneel, But still you didn’t refrain from catering to this radio

Why is it, That all around me People have flashes of inspiration, A seed that grows into something great, Something worthy of recognition? Why is it, That people I know Are so talented, so passionate That they’ve taken up their

Kashmir weeps, All her admirers abandoned, She had all to attract, The beautiful valleys, Proud and elegant mountains, Greenary,lakes and what not? A heaven on earth, Kashmir weeps, Curses its destiny, Literary turned into a military camp, Rich culture heritage

I’ve come for walk early today. It’s not dawn yet. But don’t worry! In the park, on reaching the banyan tree, It came out- an indistinct figure- dark, with …Terrible fangs! Hairy body! Fiery eyes! At one go, I moved