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There once was a man from Niagara
whose wiener's so long it would stab ya'
but when it got little
his pills became skittles
until he O.D.'d on Viagra
© ~JSLambert 2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!
I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun
I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick
I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey
Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome
not sure how she got here
only know she needs to leave
underneath the stranger
my arm numb; asleep,
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry
princess of night
exposed by light.
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess.
along with my will.
I swore never again;
the lie is half the thrill.
i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.
Have led me to this
To leave this world
Of negative bliss
Boyfriends, who wants them
Parents who fight
To be in my shoes
I will no longer tonight
My diary is written
As to why I must leave
I have felt this for years
As I internally grieve
My i-pod is charged
As I take my last walk
Goodbye grey clouds
I'll miss your thunder talk
I touch the walls
Of buildings I've been in
Leaving my trace
As I graze my skin
Through the park
Where my innocence was taken
By my boyfriend I thought
Left me distraught, forsaken
I reach my last door
Its just a gap in the fence
As I see where I'll lie
My desires immense
On the sleeper I sit
As I await my fate
Say hello to tomorrow
I'm sorry I can't wait
The light gets brighter
As it nears my life's drama
Tears stream from my eyes
I love you mama
so much already understood
we spend time...
i like being with you
..i want something more...
more than a dream..
more than a vision..
i'm looking for more..
more than just words
more than a promise
more than a feeling..
i guess i just want...
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love - Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…
Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…
… Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour
… Boot-Legged Mama
Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !
Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is, A.K.A. …
… Boot-Legged Mama
Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line
… Boot-Legged Mama
Alcohol’s in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !
Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
(and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…
… and be a Boot-Legged Mama!
( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
Boot-Legged Mama ….
Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)
(Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)
I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch. I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much.
I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile. I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while.
I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you. You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep. I love how you bite your lip when something turns you on. I love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet. I love how you drink Dr Pepper. Morning noon and night. I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight. I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet.
I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start. I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.
My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to
Feeling like she or myself
Is gradually shoving my feelings
Through an invisible door.
It's all so not worth
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.
My reasons for trying to
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities.
Who knew that a few days
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing
My own inner strife.
My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.
You don't deserve being
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.
My feelings from loving you
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then
That it was only a game of pretend.
Wanting my first kiss returned,
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore,
I now feel as if I can finally rest.
My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.
In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.