Boyfriends Poems - Poems about Boyfriends

My boyfriend Peter’s like smoke, he’s elusive. He doesn’t always carry his phone. There’s a crosswalk in Tokyo, it’s in all the movies. The light changes and hundreds of people walking in different directions meet -...Read the rest...

The bright sunrise made the snow-covered Alp mountain-tips, an hour-away-by-car, glow like they were topped with lemon ice-cream. Was this evidence of magic? Peter (my bf) and I are low atop the five story Hotel de...Read the rest...

People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. These Geneva...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith in plodding persistence. We were...Read the rest...

Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs, but at once, the brazen slash began widening, like a silent, slow motion explosion, thin, smoky...Read the rest...

Just when I thought, I could forget about, the biggest “first” in my life, he came back, Changed, Flawless, Beautiful, Mine When I do, Think about him, I don’t feel a twinge anymore, Just ache, At the familiar feeling again, The feeling of seeing his...Read the rest...

His looks and physique, Add on to that someone else's mind and brains, I am sure it will be like salt to the season-less. Add to all that someone else's generosity, It will be like spice to the spice-less; And...Read the rest...

The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°). The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, as if...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

I’ve been cutting Peter’s hair for a year. When covid lockdown occurred, I learned to cut my brother’s hair - and yes, he still has two ears. When I first met Peter, he had a...Read the rest...

Earlier in the week I was pretty sick and Peter was pampering me. One night, as Peter was taking away my tea tray, I took a selfie to send to my mom - as proof...Read the rest...

I posted a New short story - "Flowers" - it was 483 characters to long for here. It's under short stories it's called: "New Year's and strip clubs" Here's a partial URL - you can't post a...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

My latest piece is 388 characters too long for the poetry section. So, I posted it in "Short Stories" (Other sites don't have this limit) Here's the link... www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/stupid_10822 If you bother, I hope you like it...Read the rest...