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

Like you once said Now we, no longer whole Nor known by name Familiar once forgotten now Our thoughts our words An insubstantial haze Of weightless dust The mass and means Of what we were The remnants of our being

arrived in the mail like a grave stone like the last bottle destined to kill the drunk I don’t want you to read it and love it like I do I never want to see your face in Eureka Springs

Luscious, pretty, redolent is the rose For oft it is kissed by a butterfly Whether it be in a poem or prose Beautiful ideas does the writer imply Says the crimson one, ”I love you” Conveys the coral desire deep

Sunny sweaty days you gave to me. Hot and humid nights you fed to me. Your dark and scary clouds frightened me. Your thunder rolls and flashing lightning startled me. With heavy rains you flooded the land. Your tornadoes blew

“I am The Wind!” My whispering Breeze echoes, ” I am here” Whooshing, whistling, lustily gusting Mysteriously surrounding the atmosphere I am a definite presence felt, but not seen Whipping and making restless nature’s green Often my capricious air soothes,

Dream to shine, like a meteoric and dazzling son, To remove the darkness from the universe, So never stop dreaming, to accomplish your aim. Dream to pluck up courage, to be bold enough, To force the windstorm, to change its

When you believe your truth is true And other truths are wrong Then to the colors there’s no hue No rhythm to the song It’s based on your view of life Which comes from all you’ve seen Rich or poor,

When words are read, my heart you will hear I’m far away, but you will feel me near Every single word, it’s meant ……………………………..for you To smile when the heart cries, To fall but then again to rise, The reason

When you ripped my mind and watched the fragments fly up around all over, I wonder how the frozen weightlessness of my memories of our past made you feel. Smiling, I let you go, while you still tried to melt

A love story so bold Must be elegantly told A story I must tell When love was really well If it can be measured Love must be treasured In the cold or in the heat Love is sweet Love can

So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer Forest…well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the spirits And I too can feel the

Caught up in life quite mundane Searching for true happiness, finding only pain I’m forced to live where I can not be me I wish I could just break free Competition everywhere for which I don’t care It’s not true

I shut my eyes And settle in Familiar creaks and sighs From the house within The distant night guard’s rattle A car driving its owner to bed The muted rustle of pigeons Perched precariously On the ledge At the edge

I am a helpless abject soul, Poisoned by my own karma. I kneel down at God’s threshold Fully aware God will surely hold. God, I have nothing to offer you, Except my being an aficionado. Knowing of your popular benedictions

I search for depth in my shallow life I search for height on a low divide I search for purpose yet unfound I search for dreams stashed in the ground I search for souls that are themselves I search for

Walking in, the bedroom smelled earthy and human a fog of earwax hovering over the thin, crumpled pillow gray-green unwashed sheets. there were no posters taped to the dark paneling that ate the light and hung like poisoned chocolate. there

The grey-haired die of hunger, the children’s’ store full of food, While still breasting, death snatches her mom, She faces the wrath of her step-mother, what crime is she paying for? While still nurturing her infant, the shadow snatches her

They had surrounded the tank; collars on the legs. You were tracking the revolution. The process melts the crosses in flowing blood. Everybody was carrying a rose. The bruises were spreading on table. King was drinking wine. Unwritten law. Death

We wander in this desperate land. With hopes of anticipation. You hold my hand, I hold yours. Like woven threads in wool. We are fragile leaves in an autumn tree. Ready to fall in this timeless abyss. Nature gives us

The baggage that each of us carry around We keep quiet making no sound With laden eyes and tethered souls Who likes a blanket full of holes What’s there to prove to this world anyway Just enjoy it all till

Battle remains between white and black, a synthetic truth and a bald faced hornet. Aching violence was spreading on moon. I was tossing around the stars placing the apostrophe in the end. There was a conflict in pain and the

I felt the warm strengths of gentle motherly grips How swiftly and quietly my last breath here,slips Exact on time, undelayed Out of reach, Lords’ trade My eyes, terribly widened Chilled layer penetrated my yellow body With few words dying

The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love

I tried, I tried And everything I do my mind goes back to you All the things you said drove me mad They made me feel miserable and sad But it’s not like my life depended on you Yet still

Walking down the lane, on a lifeless night, I saw a light coming from behind, Was it the moon? I asked myself NO It was you, the angel who helped me when I was doomed. The sky was calm and

allow me this privilege of seeing you in , the unlit room in a chilly night, alone and guiltless, as night unmask your face, assumed Venus in the cowl shawl, splendor on the door it would admit, the dream of

Tablets Of Stone Have you walked among the tombstones Have you seen what’s there Words chiselled in the stone Résumés of the departed, gone to seek redemption Transformed into tablets made of stone. Have you walked among the tombstones Have