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Details | Prose Poetry | |

Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez

Details | Rhyme | |

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez

Details | Free verse | |

If I Love You

"If she loves you," they tell you,
"This will be a problem."
I am una niña, a little girl-
And you are too old for me,
Too young to know
What you're doing,
Too careless to be cautious,
Too Hispanic to be safe
In a place so diverse that
Teenage boys
Are always classified by race-
You are too beautiful 
To be resistible.
But I promise not to love you.
I promise not to need you.
I won't kiss you where 
Anyone can see, and I
Won't cry when you leave me-
Yes, I know you will,
I'm not so young as idiocy-
I can be your secret,
As long as you are mine...
And if I write you love poems...
I'll write them in the dark.
I'll recite them to the shadows,
And no one has to know.
You never have to know
I ever lied.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley

Details | Rhyme | |

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

Details | ABC | |


You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez

Details | Ode | |


If only dreams had wings,
I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don't stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds

If only dreams had wings,
I'd have met my man from Tokyo by now 
If the roses still blooms, tended less;
Less worries that I will for so long plough

If only dreams had wings,
Low grounds will my feet fear
If money had meant no value at all;
Off every luxury should  my feet wear
If only dreams had wings,
There will be those bright lights;
Very eager to blind me into void's air-tights
If dreams had wings,
I would definitely be flying by now
And right now

Copyright © Dorcas Onuh

Details | I do not know? | |

The Master Mind of Numbers

Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors,
I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore,
When one says he or she has changed and become open minded, 
Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person,
Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem?

Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place,
Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds,
Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers.
Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences. 
Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone?

Who gets to judge about numbers?
Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking. 
How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship?
More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age.
With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies.

When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong?
Doesn’t sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age.
Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion.
Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.

Copyright © Bhavna khemlani

Details | Sestina | |


Only 14 and eager to find love, she sneaks out at four in the morning
Persuading her best friend to come along – meet someone new
Hence at the nearest park an unfamiliar friendship is formed
Sketchy as it may sound, Anthony grew to be an addition
to the bad influences that were to come – coming of age
But what did she know, she just wanted to fall in love

Only 15 and again she met someone knew, who showed her love
Nights spent away from home, with David by her side in the morning
Snorting candy in his restroom – new experiences come with age
Pupils dilated, shaky hands bringing them closer every other weekend anew
She found what she wanted, the paraphernalia was an addition
But just as simple as love was found, deceptions were bound to form

Only 16 and life was a pool of mixed emotions treacherously forming
Then Alberto came to show her that a broken heart still has hope for love
But she could not grasp the fact, so he became merely an addition
to the list of emotions she could no longer face each morning
Suicidal in thought and action but this was nothing new
For her arm wore a scar of each fear that surfaced as she aged

Only 17 and her mentality mistakenly surpassed her age
She contented with denying love as soon as it started to take form
For the season had passed and her heart rejected anything new
that entered in the form of affection – disdaining love
Instead she found emotion in other harm that morning
Being careless and carefree came easy when candy was an addition

Only 18 and her priorities were set aside as addiction from the addition
took over and washed away the intellect accumulated at her age
As she discovered how to assimilate in a declining community some morning
For the ignorance that surrounds her finally came to show form
She was crowned Prom Queen one night but still denied to feel the love
Not accepting the popularity that deemed from being someone new

Only 19 and her life takes a route that will reckon something new
Responsibilities wave over as her past becomes the addition
to the addictions that engulf her, for they fill the void of love
A void so profoundly misguided in context to her age
One that could never be accepted thus failing to form
Reminding herself of what derived from that morning

Untitled is the new chapter that will come a certain age,
as the addition of what has been expected for so long forms – 
the love that she needs in order to be at peace and not wake in the morning.

Copyright © Marielle Dominguez

Details | Blank verse | |

Sixteen is a sweet age

this sweet sixteen self should not dare sail  away from the safe habour 
no matter how sweet-talking boys are or archaic parents sound
it has dumped dollies for ‘fun’ boys  and has privileges and rights
but one day it has to unlearn the habit of turning on lights for
romantic rather than economic reasons  when  other sixteens’ 
ballooning  bellies  heave in sight because of boys` menacing
lethal guns or when their bodies lose their natural radiance
because debauchery has ruthlessly ravaged them and turned 
their age absolutely upside-down 

with moderation and vision  and honesty l have to enjoy  life 
because time flies faster than a silhouetted butterfly 

18 December 2012

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda

Details | Light Poetry | |

The age old tale of boy meets girl, boy loses girl - footle



Copyright © Paul Stacey

Details | Rhyme | |

The day I met my man

The day I met my man

I met my man in sixty two
When life was mellow, peaceful too
It was outside a movie place
He had a shy look on his face

At nineteen all my dreams came true
He was quite tall, and handsome too
Never thought I’d meet a man like he
He beguiled me with his mystery.

Later he walked me to my door
Didn’t think I’d see him any more
As we both kissed and said farewell
Our future I could not foretell.

The next day he was at my door
From then I saw him more, and more
Some lovely times we had together
We’d never had such fun, not ever

Now here we are fifty two years on
The same sweet love, nothing has gone
This love will last until forever
Until our deaths, we’ll be together.

25 May 2014.

Copyright © Vera Duggan

Details | Free verse | |


Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954

Copyright © chriss todd

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Candy Made Of Cotton

You were born and raised as a dream,
That someone else liked to keep.
Run me like a river,
Currents can’t keep us from sleep.
You were raised like a flag. 
So sorry so forgotten,
You were left at half mast.
A tomato in the sun not dried but rotten. 

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Turn me like a table.
The only stories I ever heard were fables.
So now all I tell are tall tales. 
Something about cats in cradles. 
I wanted so much from life but I was afraid to reach.
Now hand in my pockets tangled up in sleeves.
My dreams have stayed just dreams.

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Copyright © Ag Ki

Details | Free verse | |

little pale lies

sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me.

i love you, and i want to be with you,


you deserve someone

a little less neurotic


a little more normal.

someone who is honest when she whispers, “I’m so happy”

under the covers.

you make me happy.

but you shouldn’t have to change me like that.

Copyright © Morgan Tate

Details | Free verse | |


We started out so young and in love at 15 but then as we got older things started to go wrong when our hidden love wasn't a secret no more
we had been together for a year or more at the age of 17 we had our first born on the way but she was taken from us to soon after birth our relationship stayed intact but wasn’t the same we grew distant our young love hadn't been the same after 10 month and we were 19 the lost we had was a lot to handle but time had passed we were blessed with our beautiful boy who I thought would ease the pain
but still things didn’t change I made mistakes and you did to fill the void because things weren't rite an you weren't there the way I needed you and your mistakes were drunken an hazed a time or two so we're both to blame for our love that’s been hurt an broken now 3 years later I made small mistakes here and there  an you've still not been there the ways I’ve needed you we’re  both hard head an still young our blessed boy older and more handsome then when he was born sees the Paine our love is going through
we have our small moments of perfection the heart ache an tears are not even I don’t know what to do no more we’re about to turn 24 I miss the way things were before when you loved me the way you did when we first started out I wish I hadn't made my newish mistakes but as this new year has started I wanted a new start an it’s been greatish but as the months have passed  it’s turning bad from the past mistakes catching up with me an our new issues arising I feel our love getting more lost an possible never to be found I wish we could go back and we could prevent our mistakes from happening an our relationship be saved from this lost path but you can't turn back time just try to prove we can be trusted an take a new steps forward and hope for the best

Copyright © Kaitlyn Ziegler

Details | Ballad | |


Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly 
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"

And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity 

Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see 
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | Ballad | |

Your Mother's Heart in Your Beautiful Young Eyes

POETIC LYRICS BY GERRY JONES (Houston Rockets and Houston Texans),
(Assisted by Samuel R. Vargas)






















Poet's Own Notes:



Copyright © Thomas Hsi

Details | Free verse | |

First love, you know silly things happen

Sometimes silly things happen,
like that, now, old night,
when we named a star,
just to enjoy the following of the cliche,
the sibling from the one that brought us apart.

Hearts filled with the whole innocence from,
You being the one,
and I being the best one.
What contained bits of the irony of us calling our first love,
knowing with our premature fascination for words that,
is the start of a sequence,
is what comes before all others in time or order,
which was indeed what it was.

And sometimes not so silly things happen,
like us growing apart.
or mainly, growing,
for us to realize that we were - actually - not that into each other.

But back then, in those minds and hearts of two young and naive preteens,
we would believe anything that came from the others lips,
those lips that were our firsts and till then our only ones, or so we said...
to keep up with our diminishing innocence.

Do you...
do you remember how our star was called?- I asked, that one last night.
hoping you did remember, knowing you didn't.
To receive the expected answer,
which just confirmed what I already knew, 
and apparently,
you did too.

After that kiss you said good bye,
and never looked back,
which was actually fine,
cause I had already done that,
just that,
not out loud.

Now you know,
sometimes silly things happen,
like me saying it now,
Thank you my first love,
I'll never forget those lips of yours,

Copyright © Diana Freiwald

Details | Bio | |

Wonderful man

In my old room
Brings back thoughts of you
And the sweet, pure Love we once knew
Before the world disappointed & rejected
Thoughts of fairy tales, Princes
And starting anew 
In my old room 
But in a much different place
Thinking seriously of babies 
And time and space 
Now, I'm glad I waited to get married
Because you're gone & buried 
And I know I'm almost ready
For a man that's an adult
& Wants a family 
I'm so Sorry
You're gone and it didn't work out
But I thank you for all the Time 
& blessings I couldn't have done without 
Love you but I've fallen again
With an angel that's here on Earth 
Another wonderful Man

Copyright © Maz Zie

Details | ABC | |


      How can a bird fly when its wing is broken
      How can a game play without a token 
      It hurts not bee free to fly or play
      sometimes it hurts when that stupid rock is in the way 

     It hurts when you louse a love one 
     all you ask yourself is what have i done 
     you cry and cry and cry 
     It hurts so much that you try 

   It hurts to see your little one grow up so fast 
   all you do is wish that those days would last
   it hurts to say good bye to your little ones
   it hurts to say good by to your love ones too. 
   so don't think of this as good-bye
    think of it as see you later.

Copyright © izaria strachan

Details | Rhyme | |


You’re my fairytale.
A dream come true.
Your heart soothes my inner scars.
My hand wrapped with yours.
A blanket so warm.
A love so true.
Your name makes me smile.
Your kisses sing me a lovely lullaby.
Your lips soft like a rose.
Gentle like sand. 
My ride or die guy.
Take a bullet for you anytime.
Just us two in this world.
That’s what it feels like.
No more heartbreak.
No more tears.
May not be my first love,
But definitely you are my last love.
They say young love is not forever love.
But we look at them and prove them 
wrong my love.
A time so worth it.
So take my hand.
Dont let go.
We got this.
Just you and I.

Copyright © Maritza De Jesus

Details | Rhyme | |

Relationship Epidemic (Outlook)

As I pick up where I left off from the Intro
I bring you the Outlook as I peer through relationships like a window
The chance of seeing real love is narrow
It seems Cupid doesn't know where to aim his arrow
Cupid my Cupid 
How could you be so stupid
The way girls treat boys
Like toys
The way boys treat girls 
Like squirrels
Got them going nuts
Teens and adolescence in love?
You must be nuts
Ages 13-19 is filled with lust
Their conscience still underveloped
They don't know who to trust
That age group can slide
Because at some point they have a hunch about what they want inside
That's the flagship age to get married
Couple says vows
Bride gets carried
These days it seems no one wants to be single
Once you pop you can't stop
Sex is like Pringles
I guess it's ok
As long as its safe
If you're in love with your partner don't let the feelings be fake
Children wait until you're older to get under those covers
And if your hormones rage out of control shake hands with a rubber (condom)
Most teen girls hate the feeling of latex
Then goo goo ga ga
The babies are born next
I'm just calling it how I see
Relationship game is dirty so I'll be the referee
All of a sudden the world is in love
My God it's sickening
As i write this my pulse is quickening
Now now some couples really do love
Til Death Do They Part 
To the world above
I just think the word "love" is greatly misused
The Constitution of Love
So often abused
Our society thinks it's amusing
Fifteen year old in love?
Doesn't it sound confusing
Maybe it don't to you
But it does to me
They are wasting emotions
Unrenewable energy
It's a shame
Love is no game
It's more like a lion
Waiting to be tame
From what I observed couples aren't the same
Whether the pair is nameless
Or enshrouded with fame
Real love is too far up
Way above our aim
I'm in my right mind
I'm definetly sane
That's why everyone is hurting
Because love is pain
I'm still researching
My mind is my reference book
Ch. 2 of the Relationship Epidemic
The Outlook

Ch. 3 (Females) Coming Soon...

Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen

Details | Ballad | |

the road never ends

the way I knew it
was childlike, pure and crystalline.
It was tear-apart lust, down to the ground
and take what you need and give back too.

Things glowed gold
when I went out.
Actually different, a softness, a gentleness
about them.

Hands in prayer blessed above us
our bodies encased in blue...
We served Gods and Goddesses
and it was church and everything.

The light in his eyes
sparked mine which brightened his
our lips sealed kisses of sheer magic.
From another universe this was....

He told me.  He said
you kiss me the way I always wanted to be kissed.
I told him that was funny
because he kissed me that way too.

One morning as he lay there,
he asked that if there is a next time around
could we please be 17 when we meet?  
Then, we could have a lifetime together

I wanted for nothing more.
And grasped him strongly 
and we were one.
There was no difference at those times.

Oh, how my heart and body ache
for that love, that man.
Even a golden vision of him for just 10 moments
of how it used to be before.......

If one could put life on a reel
and turn it backwards a while
because Now you Really know what it all meant
Now, you Really Would hold tighter, because you know it will end soon.
But people, like things, have an expiration date.  But my heart keeps beating.

Copyright © Melody Sokolow

Details | Ballade | |

A leaf on a marble plate

  A leaf on a marble plate,
  an angle hushing behind swollen grass
  and resting still, in place
  Welcomed to every party
  her boyfriend is always late

  Under great sky arches
  black silken lace and angel face
  so softly at everyone glances

  Long lashes
  flashes of truth

Copyright © Sofija Bolic

Details | Free verse | |

Whisper Beyond Age

What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
In her eyes I did see love, longing love, caring love
Little warmth in her blossom, little wanting in heart
Some smiles, laughs and some joys to share
i sit in her shadow, a decades younger yet 
in her I find my peace and in her I found my heart
Subtle and robust in emotion, free and care free in love

What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
I fell in love, with her bob cut hair and intoxicating eyes
Charming at times, at times captivating my imaginations
A plant of kiss, from her, burned 1000 suns in my body
A touch, embrace from her filled my heart to fullest
Mature she may be, but in heart she is little nymph
Her lovely voice, her stunning smile, angelic ada*

What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper
Moments have drifted in her warmth, in her blossom
I lost my senses, caressed by her, in her blossom
Gave my whole self in her, felt her wholeness in me
Songs of love together we sang, danced under moonlight
Shared the joy, sorrow, shared the heart, shared the body
Hand in hand, on long drive, long candle lit dinners we sat
When the moments came to depart not in tears we move
For it was the heart, our bonds became one in eternal love

Though our love have separated by vast seas 
Even today, when my heart want to possess I
Close my eyes, I see her, I feel her, smell her
Just a call away, in her ears, to her soul,
What has age to do with love, me to her, i whisper

Copyright © azim mohammed

Details | ABC | |

War good God Yall absolutely nothin''


David Madison -

Hope your having a fgood uh, sleep...... its 1645

Copyright © Cindy Lu

Details | ABC | |


Aarmano Se JAn CHooti
Ghamo ne Aan Ghera ha 
Kia mere DIl pe Bas 
Sirf Tanhaiyo ka Basera ha

Copyright © Rameez Ahmad

Details | ABC | |

We Are The Sunset

I'm all his and he's all mine
Together we spend all our time
This is it were in our prime
Minds linked to one another
Bodies may go their separate ways when desired
Come home to each other 
The love indescribable
The freedom; limitless
Mental connection unimaginable
Understanding at its highest peak
Feelings so strong, unbreakable
One incapable to fathom the idea of our bond
Night and day, yet we are the sunset
Separate lives, yet we are one; a strong unit between sun and moon
We set the mood; new style of living
Within the depths of an ocean; a relationship 
While swimming freely throughout the sea of fishes; solitary
It's what many covet
This fire of love for one another so strong, we set each other free in the same 
A form of happiness higher than what's considered happy.

Copyright © Alyssa Marie

Details | Ballad | |

Chestnut N Sable

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!

Orange chiffon...candied plums...a basket of rolls...for a dinner date.

Better be...back in time...he's been asking...good 'ol Nate!

Chestnut...'N...Sable...'nother store...silver 'n tables?

'Christmas' in the Fall...never these 'sables' [paintings]!

If...a picture is's weight in gold...what a find!

Chestnut hair...long and silky...just 'nother 'buck'

Chad...always...just some 'kidder'...yah...'nother lady artist?

Dinner rolls...for 'dinner tales'...well...'ya said...'Me' 'silly artist?' and I...missed Senior Prom...Chad...why?

Took a out to...Windy City...and you...knew I'd cry?

Grades...'ya said...but good at math...stocks 'n bonds?

Dishes 'n pans...garbage cans...loved...painting ponds?

Chad...'clever boy'...they're are you!

They come...'alive'...but mean...'I'...inspired you?

What a find...I never knew...a...'silent partner' [silent gallery investor]?

Yes...a 'partner' [me as your girlfriend] too...I'll beg's...just a dinner
[dinner date with Nate]!

Chestnut 'N's a...Grand Opening Act!

That 'clever boy' and a man...what a man...first-rate-act!

Orange chiffon...candied plums...on your street...just got lucky!

Two-of-a-kind...riding Kentucky!

Box of markers...pens...brushes and paints...'an...the softest heart!'ll...always...have my heart!

Copyright © Thomas Hsi