Boyfriend Best Friend Poems | Examples
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I want to give my only yellow mini tulip away
To the daughter of my beloved late cousin,
So the memory of her will never slip away
From our minds and hearts deep within.
I recently gave a symbol of love, a red tulip away
To my newfound lover who I knew would win
My heart in how he engages with me every day,
How he passionately makes us both sin.
I am yet to give a blue tulip to someone someday,
As a symbol of friendship and peace between Djinn.
I want to meet him again, soon, someday.
But maybe, his heart, I will never win.
I bought a vase of mini tulips I saw on the way,
Considered it for someone who may be my twin,
But I realize it was too much for someone anyway.
So I bought them for myself, even if self-love is a sin.
Companionship or romance, what's the difference?
Is it through death that we depart?
But even friends share that remark.
Is it dinner with a view?
But with friends I'd still pursue.
Is it the coffee shop or show?
But with friends I often go.
Is it through language that we flow?
But my partners have no difference.
What's the difference?
Could it only be emotion?
That alone is not enough.
Then maybe too, devotion?
Could it really be this tough?
With friends there is adherence.
Then maybe it's appearance?
But that's not an interference.
Then maybe there's no difference,
What's the difference?
I require patience.
You always are so patient.
Burdened by consistent ache,
wearing thin your patience
committed soul.
you represent commitment.
Healing wounds besides his own.
I admire such persistence
A Man of many qualities
Selflessly persistent
Restrictions hold no power
Do you feel restricted
Fear ive become unbearable
Leaving you conflicted
Soon to loose my only friend
Alone as i predicted
She warms my heart
I'm not sure how
She lights a fuse
And soon.. kerpow!
My love it swells
Her voice
Like angels' clanging bells
She wakes me up
I feel alive
Her face a feast
On which I thrive
Such lovely jawline
Perfect skin
Her posture
Perfect mannequin
I love her walk
I love her clothing
Find something wrong?
I see no thing
Her curves delight
We chat so long
Into the night
Her arms entwine
Her hands just beauty
In beastly mine
I've never liked someone like this
My heart beat falters
As lips I kiss
Balcony we sit
As shoulders touch
I like this girl
Says boy
So much
Imperfect and tainted, accusations enters one's mind
vividly actions create reactions. Misleading someone to
accepts one's plots?
Blaming, discredited and exposed playing the victim this
mental weight is heavy with balls and chains holding hostages.
Blaming, placing the blame on another, constant manipulation
shifting gears uncontrollably head games in full effects, and
those chameleon like patterns unravels yet in denial continuously
blaming.
we once knew a gambler kevin
who preferred the number seven
you could count on his
numerical bliss
to raise it up to eleven.
TWO STONE PUPPIES
When your puppies were dying,
you didn't notice me crying.
I know they licked your face,
and did the things all puppies do,
Oh! Lord!
I cried for you!
Lord I cried for you.
But you got your laughs on the run
between the Y and a Cinnabon.
Puppies cry and so did I,
while you thought it was so much fun.
When your boyfriend was lying,
you didn't notice me crying.
I know it hurt you deep,
the way a love can always do,
Oh! Lord!
I cried for you!
Lord I cried for you.
But you got your laughs on the run
between the Y and a Cinnabon.
Puppies cry and so did I,
while you thought it was so much fun.
Two stone puppies, they will never die,
Never will they die.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
WOULD YOU RUN FROM ME?
You circle me like a hawk a mouse
Not realising you're the prey
You're so obvious yet elusive
You radiate uncertainty and fear
And longing
My soft curls, my tiny me
Your endearing bravado
Such transparent play around
The open self that I am
If I would take your hand
Would you withdraw it?
If my thumb would fondle
your pouting lips
Would you run from me?
If my arm would encircle
your wonderful waist
Would you jump and run?
Back to that closet I found you in?
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January 3, 2017
A husband,
My lover,
My best friend