Creation Boyfriend Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
As a stormy cloudy day, my heart filled with a dark gloomy, foggy haze.
Breathless and no longer living my flesh was deaf and disintegrating fast.
Lifeless, and buried deeply sunken; upon my grave.
My spirits formed as dying weeds, uprooted planted seeds.
Brittle and fragile as a crisp rose petal.
Dehydrate raindrops that have fallen from my tear ducts.
My soul was as dark as the dirt that lay on my grave.
I lay in darkness with no movement.
Then the earth shifted.
As he gently brushed off my layers of crust, small thin layers of trust.
Lifted me from my darkness dust, my sunshine has come.
In a form of a man, skin golden as sand.
He takes my hand as I carried off to dry land.
As his sunrays beam down upon me, I am profoundly happy.
Liberation of sunlight, deliverance of brightness, I am out the darkness.
Reincarnation I am rebirth a new person.
My sunshine has come there is no more rain in my heart.
 All cried out lifted by his sunlight.
I have life born again as his wife.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Verse 1:
Don't be shy,
I just wanna spend some time,
Make you mine,
Make it right,
Don't need to worry,
Girl, no one will ever compare,
To you,

Girl, The moon is close tonight,
Mother nature's on my side,
Let the clock move slow all night,
Come chill with me tonight,

I said the dj's on my side,
And he's playing our song all night,
We can dance all through the night,
Come chill with me tonight,

Verse 2:
Listen to the night,
Listen to the moving of the trees,
Their talking to me,
Controlling me,
They make me move,
As I watch the movement of the 

The moon is close tonight,
And it's shining on so bright,
And our love is worth the fight,
Come chill with me tonight,

Girl, the party's off tonight,
And their playing the disco right,
And the club won't be jumping 
Come chill with me tonight,

I said the dj's on my side,
And he's playing our song all night,
We can dance all through the night,
Come chill with me tonight...

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Such pleasant musing echoes out. She sits and creates her waxed dolls. Dreamlike are images sculptured. In her tiny waxed doll shop, Her mind configures masterpieces…works of art. ________________________________________|

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Nerves in a jar, my life is a mess
I hurt form this world as my poem suggests
Cut from a rose that smells no more
Healing like a dove thats flown shore to shore
What became of our love thats anybodys guess
We forgot about thinking, now about what comes next

Some of the times I will remember more I will forget
It hurts today tommorrow I will give it my best
My head becomes heavy my mind becomes my nest
What to do with all of the love I have here hidden in my vest
Come to my sences my heart in my hand
I think about all of the things that I can
My now today I understand
I can will you the love to better comprehend
From here I wish you the world
The universe a best
Untill you are willing 
The person beside me is only a guest

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
Dreamy nights by the river; my hair flowing against the cool breeze
I am embraced with my love in the moonlight.
Gazing at the city lights that reflect in his eyes felt like Christmas.
I could stay away together forever; he had given me the perfect gift.
He who was already unwrapped, we played as time gapped further into the night.
We painted the perfect scene for a perfect painting on a perfect night; 
And we still had tomorrow.

Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Manic Dancing.
By Ian Van D. Chandler

(The closing line:)
The boy with glasses always tries to see further 
no matter where the satellite flies.

Like the girl that found his wings upon the loudest factory. 
Never show a horizon before the sun rise,
                   Cause they never let the groom see the bride.

The angry girl beats the flowers with rusted knives.
      she finds pleasure in the lightning strike,
            But cries
                 At the
Beyond the house she knew, the statues she followed,

           the windmill sung her favorite song.


Before photos,
I drew her picture,
And painted her pretty.

Like fiction.
We all wander, and pander
Thoughts of the manic dancer.

And the smallest objects sit,
       In the largest fields. spinning.

 Changing which way the wind blows:


she waits for the lightning.

(The opening line:)
The boy watches.

Copyright © Ian Chandler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Its no secret, Im a beautiful creation He is flawless and there is no exaggeration Just one kiss can be an addicting situation Together we can have beautiful relations Its been a while since we laughed, since we talked Since we've made love or that is what we thought But either way it was so passionate so soft He still on my mind, its been hard to get him off Does he understand this not a joke? Is he that afraid so he pretends he doesnt know?

Copyright © andria bereal | Year Posted 2012

Details | ABC |
       The dread black rose has such  dark meaning to it.
       It can never find a way to a heart .
       The Thorns are deadly t all who touch and hold .
        The Black pedals on that on the rose show pain and suffering and loss .  
        A Creation of such darkness such Agony and Despite  in it .
        How  does a person turn such a creation a Black Rose into a Red  Rose .
        The Black Rose of Love is  heart ache , pain , hatred  for your love of people and things .
 For that is the Black rose of love  

                      Stay away from the Black Rose of Love.

Copyright © douglas hurst jr | Year Posted 2012

Details | ABC |
I love you 

Like the sun loves the sky
Like the moon loves the stars
Like the oceans love the earth
Like the universe loves all the planets 

To make it simple
Your the peanut butter to my jelly 

Your the sun in my sky
Your the stars that light my dark night
You brighten my life
Every day & every night 

Like the moon light reflects off the oceans surface
My smile reflects the love you have for me

In my darkest times 
Weather the sun shines bright
Or the moon casts down on me
A smile surfaces upon my face

My heart and soul dark at times
Your love overpowers the negative energy that lingers
Your presence in my life is everything I've ever wanted

Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
I will sift the ocean grain by grain and sail the seven sea's, 

I will not sleep until I find you next to me; 

till I feel you dying in my mouth again and again but until then I will eternize our love and bring you to life in my poetry.

Copyright © Jourdan Dunka | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
why do i feel you so close
 yet you are not there 
 why do you not answer
 as if you didnt care
 yet my heart tells me you do 
 you took away the pain they planted there 
 it lifted, for one moment i was free 
 flying free, i was floating, didnt care 
 I was me, our souls were so entwined
 the me that was born, before i was burdened with so much pain
 cant i feel forever this way 
 why do you have to go away
 you linger in my thoughts, but in the cold light of day you are not there
 there is only the reality that really you do not care
 the less i think the more you are there
 but really you are far far away
 my soul despairs
 i cant understand how you cannot love me 
 when my soul tells me that you do 
 when i am always and forever so close to you

Copyright © melanie goode | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |
Want that Oscar Myer wiener.
Not a pretender, a winner.
Far from a beginner.
Pure beef, put that ass to sleep.
They say the way to a man
Is his stomach
and he loves to eat.
Daddy loves to eat.

I wanna bring you the world
 like the sky brings the rain.
Fire brings flame.
Love brings pain.
Life brings experience.
Listen close so you could hear this.
So you could hear this.
Check it out Daddy.
Like a house that became complete.
With a picket fence.
Like memories of the past.
Cause us to reminisce.
Like adulthood, 
comes from adolescence.
Like growing from a youth
 into a convalescent.
Like the opposite of sadness
Is fantastic.
Our love is a mystery
like Houdini's magic.
Like most new cars 
come from the classics.
Like these words 
from my heart 
for you to receive this message.

for you to receive this message.

Copyright © tamica thompson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |
An inscription of our fruition 
Is all I want today! 
I’m so commanding,
so demanding,
When I have something to say
And so confiding, 
so inviting 
when I talk to you this way
So instinctly 
And so distinctly  
My true love is here to stay.
your every sound,
Your so profound. 
It's your words I do adore!
Your every disposition, 
apparition, and description 
you are charming to your core!
I have an inclination 
That my true fixation
Always leaves me wanting more,
Because with everyday’s ignition 
I love you more and more!


Copyright © Stefani Leslie | Year Posted 2017

Details | Acrostic |
He sits alone, dreaming of the masses who support his social addiction.
  Spending hours rehearsing the  entrance walk and antectdotes he will be spittin. 
  He arrives, knowing he will end up feeling so very alone.
The anxious man pops a couple of pills and takes a shot of Patron.  
  Basking in the attention, in the same breath cursing the proxemically ignorant.
The man realizes he cant do it; he quickly exits the crowd, pulling a Houdini stunt.
  Is it introversion or just a pretentious air the problem he Is led to believe?
  A paradoxical life he lives, he would rather be alone but social interaction he needs.
  Anxiety and trust may play a role in his complex bullshit brain.  
Feeling there are NO other answers, he began to self medicate.
  Drugs push aside these feelings that consume every moment of his day.
  The loner becomes a socialite not true to himself, a fraud, a fake. 
  No one knows that he Is a shy overthinking mental case.
Sober days he dreams of being a Saturday night man without the mask over his face.
This is his inferno, The hell society has created. 
  His social anxiety was a learned trait by no fault of his own, so it can be treated.
Truth is, If he does not find a solution to this problem soon. 
  Alone will be the only thing he knows,
with "here lies whats his name" inscribed upon his tomb.

Copyright © Dakota Hershey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |
It always starts with your mouth
You plant your words in my head like seeds
One by one they bury deep in my mind
Their roots cling on

Your lips travel to my neck
Deep breaths moving my hair along
With each kiss on my nape, stems shoot out
Searching for their sunlight

Planting more as you travel down my spine
The sun rises in the sky
Leaves start to form in the wake of you
Down to your knees

I bend down to find my sunshine
Meeting the hot shimmer of your tongue
A bud of a rose is starting to form larger
Right in my roots

A flower needs water to blossom
You give me all I need and more
It is time to let it rain and flood
So wet

It seems you are perfect for my rose
The petals grow wider and colourful too
I'm ready to bloom, please don't stop
Finally, I've grown

Standing tall and yet more fragile than ever
Holding onto my sun, my life beginner
Every flower needs help blooming
I need you

Copyright © Lacy Wallace | Year Posted 2018