Girlfriend Boyfriend Poems | Examples
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I believe In my heart
You're done with me
The future we planned
I guess will never be
The love we once shared
It is now all gone
And too soon for me
You will be moving on
If you ever cared for me
It's impossible for me to tell
You're out there living life
I'm here living in hell
You still smile everyday
While everyday I only cry
I was the only one damaged
When you said goodbye
A baby will be born; I don't know when.
I'll take care of them the best that I can.
I'll give them love and affection beyond tomorrow,
So I won't have to say, "Baby, I'm sorry."
I'll take care of them and give them everything
That the virtues of the world cannot bring.
Make every moment special so life brings them joy.
I will love every moment spent with them, whether it's a girl or a boy.
I’ll be able to raise them to not have any doubts
And teach them the truth of what life is all about.
So when they are married and living on their own,
It lets me know that we did everything right with the blessing from "The Father and The Son."
She's all dolled up, looking cool and hot, that's better than she's used to
Out on the town looking around for a guy that's better than she's used to
Looking cute in her go-getter suit, wish she were mine loving like we used to...
I see her face in the middle of the night
I lay awake and wonder why
A love so strong could ever die
And I cry...
Repeat three verses
Repeat chorus
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 5, 2026
Beautiful things don’t last.
Think of flowers wilting
in woeful pageant
You’re lounging,
half in shadow
almost out of the sun
your feet, outside shade
look on fire, a photo overexposed.
Your smile is light and brite.
Your skin tanned and tight
as if stretched over
Leonardo’s David, in repose.
You are beautiful
if flawed
your hair is a tangle
your smile akimbo
I think, ‘this is too good,’
in self-aware deflation
as if the moment were both sacred and imperiled.
You brush sand off my face
your hand seems warm, fevered.
I’m as delighted as a child
to be touched
.
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A song for this:
Constant Craving (Fashionably late remix) [Edit] by k.d. lang & Tracy Young
We met beneath the soft and shifting light,
Two strangers caught within a sudden gaze,
The world fell quiet, turning from the night,
As autumn gold dissolved in summer’s haze.
The weeks flew by like birds upon the gale,
With every word, a deeper bond was spun,
No need for time to write a longer tale,
For in your heart, I found the only one.
Though seasons barely turned their heavy wheel,
Three months of grace were all we had to wait,
To set the sacred promise that we feel,
And seal our souls before the hand of fate.
In winter’s dawn, we stood to pledge our vow,
One life began, and here we flourish now.
Our fantasy sometimes will paint
A lover that's some kind of saint.
But isn't that dull?
For life is more full
Where only perfection, there ain't.
My promise is simple:
I'll never abandon you.
My love will last
Until time is through.
I'll be your support
And a source of pride.
Faithfully, I will always
Be by your side.
All of your needs
I promise to address,
Helping you when I can
On your way to success.
And when life becomes
Heartless and cold,
I'll be right there
As your stronghold.
I'll always be there
For you in the end,
Not just as your lover
But also your friend.
When I said forever,
That's what I meant.
My love for you
Will prove it's infinite.
an erotic bike ride
as we rode along,
she said she
wished that she
was my bike
that she liked
how i pedaled
and i turned
to her
and said,
i wished she was
my pedal
that i liked
how she pumped
and when we arrived
at the bike rack
smiling
we both secretly
wished that
it was a bed
where we would
one day
rack it all up
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?
A message sent, an icon lights the screen,
Her heart skips with a hope—what will he say?
No flowers now, just words in lines between,
A digital courtship, love found this way.
She reads his thoughts, like whispers through the night,
A photo shared, a smile across the miles,
Though screens divide, emotions take their flight,
A growing bond, unseen but full of trials.
He types a pause, then waits for her reply,
No letters sealed, no hands that reach to hold,
Yet hearts connect, and neither can deny
The dance of love in forms both new and bold.
In virtual spaces, sparks ignite the flame,
Two souls entwined, though life is not the same
.
It's not the cracks
'bout the pane
or it's frame's
peel'n paint
nor
that morn'n
dewz
causing mine
almost'iz
blind
'tiz
that wide
castle door
your sister
lets me
in
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There was a fool who thought that he could use
reverse psychology on his girlfriend.
He started complimenting all her shoes.
In truth, he hoped her shoe-shopping would end.
She bought more! Then he said about her face
he liked her lashes false and lips bright red.
Her makeup habits he could not erase.
Cosmetics brighter she just bought instead.
He told her that he did not mind if she
conversed more with his best friend when really
it made him very jealous just to see
her with another guy. He felt silly
to hear, “I think you care not what I do.
It’s boring. For your friend I’m leaving you.”
Archie did cartwheels for Veronica
Jughead even played his harmonica ~
But Veronica’s Jewish
Leaving two suitors bluish ~
Steinberg made her latkes for Chanukah
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'Latkes' are potato pancakes, a traditional
Chanukah treat.
No time to be coy
Just say what you have to say
Maybe I'll listen
Tom Sawyer did three somersaults, a back flip, stood on his head
Becky Thatcher scrolled up and down her device ~ said, 'Go soak your head'