Boy Poems | Examples of Boy Poetry

Porcelain boy, Hammer in fist, Building walls- Cracking, his face twists. So pretty, so alone. Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes "I am not worth it" he screams His concrete ribcage contains A monster of fire forged shame. This phase in life, Smoke is wrapping around his face Porcelain is hardening- Porcelain is stained. Repair, remind, revisit Heal, hell, high. No pain stains my lips When I scream your name Only...

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There once was a lad we all called him Mack To carry his snacks, he had a backpack While taking a snooze, His backpack he’d lose Somewhere, someone was enjoying his snack ...

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Bad "big boy" bare bard Backbiter bacterial Babbler backslides...

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The Boy They Called a Lunatic By Blossom Monyei I was just a kid, about 12 years old, when Joseph Nyumah Boakai’s wife asked my landlord to send his son, Francis, to work at her house. At that time, Boakai wasn’t yet President of Liberia. Francis refused. He said he wanted to go to school — not serve anyone as...

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they say boys don't cry, so he bleeds instead. silent screams hidden under hoodie threads. he skips meals like skipping pages in a book that no one wants to read- his ribs start spelling out "notice me" but no one speaks that language. "you're a boy, tough it out," they said when his voice shook like glass$and his hands begged for anything but silence. so he carved the words he couldn't...

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He sits in the back. Not because he wants to— but because he’s tired of being picked last when he dares to show up at all. You don’t see him. Not really. He’s there, though— in the bathroom stall during lunch, because his gut’s staging a protest. IBS, the silent screamer, writhing beneath his ribs like worms made of fire. They say, “It’s probably just nerves.” As if nerves...

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Boyhood was a one-night stand, So brief and unforgettable, Full of dreams, Sweet —like a rooftop party, Wild and loud, When the world several feet below, Full of envy, shouted at us, “Come down quickly! Quick!” Boyhood charmed me and Did not harm me It was a different time, A different boy-game All was different Including the falsehood of the time Fibs were crammed with the essence of joy. Mawkish, they...

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There was a player on our team named Rick He hit third and was really a great stick When on base, he made a strange face He thought he could steal any base Another out, he was slow as a brick ...

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This feeling is complacent, it just doesn't feel adjacent, too much or to little, reciprocation is unrealistic, your stupid but unforgettable, unattainable and unavailable, there's a bond hard to break, I want to escape, but isn't that a mistake? We could’ve been something just as much as we were nothing, you were a boy but I...

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This limerick is about a clown, who when shopping in a nearby town. A mother with small boys, said his giant shoe made too much noise. Shoeless he shopped while tip toeing around. ...

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If being pretty were a crime, you’d already be behind the bars Because angels look at their reflection and wish they had your smile And I’m not sentimental, but to you I must confess: I’ve waited ages to find someone whose beauty can compare If my poems were eulogies, you’d be nothing short of dead Because not romanticizing you...

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one day as a boy I went down to the sea clambered o'er rocks way out to the bluff stopping to search in a tide pool for shells senses awakened by strong briny smells warming, the zephyr was gentle enough ...

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Blue-eyed baby. Eyes as blue as the ocean. Hair as blonde as the sand at the shore. Blue-eyed baby, how you’ve changed my world. Blue-eyed boy, how you’ve grown. How I love you more than all the shells in the sea. Shine, my beautiful blue-eyed boy, may you brighten the day of everyone you meet as...

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My village around the borderland, estranged Mountain from the other side, rejoiced within gray shaded area to bloom Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then. Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted Eavesdrop and a try...

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So much can change so quickly in a life. Love is the path, not a destination… When feelings become thoughts of “man and wife,” It takes blood and tears, and perspiration. We think this might be where we’ll always be, As peaks and valleys make us whine and groan. The road ahead is truly hard to see But hardships lighten when you’re...

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