Best Boyfriends Poems

Part 1

One summer in our youth group was a boy
I met.  How I would love to understand
if what he’d felt was equal to the joy
that bloomed in me when he caressed my hand.

His elfin features feminine and fine
revealed him to be prettier than me.
His...

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Boyfriends
Likely to cheat
Untrustworthy at times
Hang out a lot with beer buddies
Sweet hearts...

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Since the men and the women are no longer dating, I guess the relationship is over. All types of break-ups have affected the lives of all would-be ex-lovers since ever. It seems that when the guys and the girls decide to break up, their hearts...

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Three boyfriends have I, whom I could marry
    Just hit '39' again, so I'd better not tarry

  #1's hair is so long and so curly
    I don't know anyone cuter
  Sleeps all day, and mopes nights away
...

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I once dated a fella named Bella,
whom I met at a party in a cellar,
I told him I was born in Pennsylvania,
he said he came from somewhere in Transylvania…
Said he worked at the blood bank during the day,
and we started to see each other the...

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Once there was this girl
Who have 4 boyfriends?’
She thinks it was just for fun
But it would soon come to an end

She love the 4th boyfriend
More than all the rest
So she gives him gifts
And treat him the best

She also love the 3rd boyfriend
Showing him off to...

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Most guys I meet
think I'm sweet
Yet they never 
want to sweep me off my feet
But that's okay
because being a girlfriend
is sometimes a chore
and some guys 
Are such a bore!...

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*(a poem in Senryus)*

You don’t have to count,
when you lose a boyfriend, you
know. There was just one.

He was gone before
I knew it - he wasn’t, you know,
tied up or anything.

For a moment I
toy with saying, “Alexa, add
rope to my shopping list."

In High School boyfriends 
come...

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It’s hard to meet someone serious at college. Everyone’s busy,
self-centeredly grinding away at their dreams. So much so that
people tell you to not even try (especially as a freshman).

I was mostly at ease with myself—as a freshman. I had an
excellent skincare routine—it was downright luxuriant,
and...

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We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day.
Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, when they met, they hugged.
“You look great!” Peter said, “Have you had...

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They say they run in packs
with the mighty unicorn.
The stories bridge the boundary
between faith and Internet p0rn.

Oh, the elusive boyfriend.

I thought I’d hidden one in the closet,
but I rummaged top to bottom
then remembered - argh! - 
I lost him last August!...

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Life is a series of demands. Hurry up, perform.
Do your homework, write a paper, oh and read 300 pages,
get in those volunteer hours, grab those lab credentials.
I get busy, caught up in projects and I forget stuff
like dinnertime, peeing before it’s an emergency,
or like calling...

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One of my year-long sophomore subjects will be physics. At first, physics seems to be a menagerie of big, boring universal ideas and immutable laws rendered practically unimportant by their scale. 

Peter, ok, let’s call him my boyfriend - just as a place-holder - is...

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Thoughts can be thin fractures in the order of things.
Sometimes my dorm room seems a sterile sarcophagus, like an accusation, or an interrogation about my romantic choices, with nothing warm or inviting there. Sometimes I’ve just got to get out.

Leong and I decided to go...

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Let's wax poetic - wax on..

We’re in for it
When we enter
the insubstantial country of love

That secret theater, in an invisible mansion of moods

it’s a resort that houses its share of speechless monologues and sore disappointments, all lovers know that, but there are infinite discoveries too—secret,...

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