Boy Poems | Examples of Boy Poetry

i fell in love with you, like falling asleep— slowly, then all at once. my heart warms everytime i look at you, my gaze lingers, each time you walk past. now i find myself remembering you at every chance. all the love songs and late night scenarios, they seem to be masked with thoughts of you. though,...

Continue reading...

Black boys deserve flowers too Black boys deserve flowers too Not just at their funerals Not when they're already gone Not when we are just mourning them Black boys deserve flowers too Not just laid at their tombstone Not just because you feel guilty Not just because you couldn't love them fully Black boys deserve flowers too This is long overdue They deserve...

Continue reading...

Please Listen to me when I say, “You’ve got to hide your love away.” I know I have to hide mine too. It’s hard to hide a love so true! Our parents wouldn’t understand young love. They’re blind to things this grand. The bell for sixth-grade recess rings at ten. Let’s meet beside the swings. ...

Continue reading...

Big Boy Pants On I don’t want to hear it. You're in denial. You're on your own. Put your big boy pants on. No complaining. No whining. These are the choices you make. Don’t ask me for money. You lowered the bar. You can only go up from here. No more excuses. Don’t pretend. I’m...

Continue reading...

a young boy once lived in a zoo round him such a hullabaloo to earn his full daily keep he looked after all the sheep shovelling up their mounds of poo to change his one job he pestered and with the truth he so twisted then he looked after the goats their smell was beyond a joke regrets the story invented now caring for baby...

Continue reading...

I feel all pasts, As if they were yesterday, Decades but minutes to my minds and feels. As if I were still two-tens and five, Rather than three-tens and two. Flashbulbs pulsed to songs played when youth was not yet known as youth. Is today youth? How could it be when youth was then? I still feel me, in your arms, And you in...

Continue reading...

The will to feel each other skin to skin while sleeping in one bed you want me, don’t deny it you know it’s not right, it won't be right Trying to distract myself from crying telling you perverse ideas Making you sweat and tell me what you’d do to me if I were there The ideas get more grousome...

Continue reading...

Star boy They say heaven gained another angel when someone dies But when it comes to the death of black lives We say the universe gained another star Because to us It represents their light and love Shining down from above Each star a story of loss Each star a story of pain Each star a symbol of what being black costs Each star...

Continue reading...

She is a flesh devouring fairy who feasts on children who dont' wash their hands and primp their toes Darkly inclined she lives in the shadows, once bitten you will turn as evil as her extra long snubby nose Her name is Darkelina and she snickers to herself she owns spidery...

Continue reading...

I remember how you used to roll your popcorn popper across the floor grinning and not paying attention to where you were going— and how happily you pretended to drive the rusty ’49 GMC pickup I was still trying to restore: Rosie, we called her, after Rosie the Riveter. Remember the didgeridoo? I bought it for you after we saw a performance of a didgeridoo quintet from down under. And...

Continue reading...

I have a story to tell One that doesn't end well So I advise you to take a break For this will cause your heart to ache A fourteen year old boy Used as a decoy To manipulate and destroy A message sent to employ A hatred to kill joy He was a child A boy who...

Continue reading...

Lungs like burnt paper— folded too many times by hands that forgot how to be gentle. Morning comes with wires. He wears machines like second lungs, ghosts that sleep beside him and hum. Each breath is an audition. He performs survival on a stage made of ribs— a collapsed theatre with no curtain call. They say he's brave. He knows better. Even the dying don’t always want to be remembered as metaphors. He coughs, and something...

Continue reading...

He crossed the seas with dreams in his hands a boy from home trying to understand how to grow, how to belong, how to be right when everything feels wrong. On the streets of Germany he welcomed every stare Every words whispered is a scare "Schau dir den ‚Neger‘ an, wie arm und wild er sein kann." In classrooms, he knew his stuff books,...

Continue reading...

I wonder, Little Eddie, hypnotized, can it be true you felt no pain at all? Ten years of age, a figure formed too small, and that poor Roadster, a gift you so prized… How could your brother have so despised your car? to pop its tires,—and on the wall— smash it, scratch it, do everything to maul that toy.—Is it true, you...

Continue reading...

Scrappy, pugnacious a fighter from birth The wee lad felled giants ...

Continue reading...