Boyfriend Friendship Poems | Examples
These Boyfriend Friendship poems are examples of Friendship poems about Boyfriend. These are the best examples of Friendship Boyfriend poems written by international poets.
A delicate dance, a subtle sway,
Expectations woven, in a societal way.
A woman waits, with passive gaze,
For a man to lead, with financial ways.
He pays the bill, the ring, the wedding fee,
The provider role, a lifelong decree.
She expects support, for herself and her kin,
A one-way street, where love may give in.
But some women defy, these norms so grand,
Contributing equally, hand in hand.
A true test of love, a gesture so fine,
When she invests, with a loving design.
Yet, in the courts, a different tale unfolds,
Assets divided, with a legal hold.
A woman shaped, by societal might,
To contribute little, in the dark of night.
A partner, not a burden, we must seek,
Emotionally and financially, a bond unique.
Let's break the mold, and redefine love's role,
A mutual journey, with a balanced soul.
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.
It’s one in the morning.
I zoomed into Lisa’s room
and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading
in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop.
She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave.
“I hate goodbyes,” I said, indignantly.
“You’re not strong on hellos” she said, not looking up.
“They’re so bone-marrow deep,” I went on, “they steal hope away.”
“Did that sound pretentious?” I asked her silence, a minute later, somewhat self-consciously.
Lisa took the yellow, #2-pencil out of her mouth—just long enough to answer.
When she studies, she chews on them, seemingly eating them like french fries.
“Yeah,” she says, “but I get cha.”
“I know,” I said, smiling at the ceiling, because in a rooted and real way, she always has.
I’d be a different person if we’d never met.
I feel very grateful for that.
“Your boy’s flown?” She asked, using her pencil to hold her page and finally looking up.
It was an ironic, near-rhetorical question, she knows he’s gone and she knows I know she knows he’s gone.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
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Songs for this:
4am by girl in red
Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna
blushing! by BETWEEN FRIENDS
You live in my heart,
Always and forever,
You have pierced it with your kindness’s arrows,
Where my mind is your dart.
You are in my mind,
I have never seen anyone so kind,
Your eyes have accepted me as its guest,
Now your home is to me- My cozy nest.
You may love the Rose,
But you cannot hide when I am to you-close,
If you were my life,
I would have given it your name- Even if I have to pierce my arrogance with a knife.
You have changed me,
You deserve the credit,
You taught how to live the life of a bird free,
With such a high yet humble spirit.
He took her to the beach
And he said , I want a ice cream?
She smiled and said ok.
When she returns back , she can't found him
She called his name and run throughout the beach,
When she find him,
She cried and hugged him,
He said I'm here, I don't leave you.
Then he said, I don't want to be your friend,
She stunned and asked Why?
With a smiling face he said How can I love my friend?
She shocked and asked what?
"He sit down to propose her with a ring" while she was in shock
She was stunned, but showed her finger with blushing....
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?
The bartender strolls from one
end of the counter to the other.
She makes small talk with regulars
who watch NFL games on screens
and a college basketball game
plays on another.
For each touchdown scored
mugs are raised.
Fans analyze every run and play
and the day unfolds.
while the bartender pours beers.
She says her boyfriend and dog
are at home.
A man at the end of the bar
pays his tab.
A woman from public housing
pushes her walker and sits
in their midst.
She’s come in to watch Cubs games
and she’s here again
although baseball season is over.
I
The friend in the deli
of the Piggly Wiggly
in Lodi show me her nails
strikes up conversations
when I come back to town
for a second week of work.
I tell her about the work
on utility lines on county roads
where I control traffic
and the beauty of the countryside.
She tells me about her daughter
two years old who brings joy
and says she’s finding her life
as we share stories every day.
time shared day after day
the delectable taste
of our conversations
II
The motel clerk near Portage
checks me in for the week.
Her black T-shirt says Hot Stuff
and I tease her
and we learn to confide
in each other.
We talk about our losses
and she says her boyfriend
has died from an overdose
and I lend her my understanding.
One night I sit in the lobby
and watch my favorite TV show.
She sits on a chair near me
as if a date as I sink into
the cushions of the couch.
We talk about our futures
as I check out at the end of the week
I say the next I’ll be on another assignment
but we vow to stay in touch.
moments shared
during my stay
my home for the week
.
Imagine if you would,
a comedic TV show.
Funny most evenings
and has a nice flow.
The guy who works
for Police homicide
the one who dose
the chalk outline.
A psychic friend of mine,
who's always on time,
He's a real psychic
He actually tells people
when not to show up for work,
or when they should
or shouldn't drive.
He's trying to save lives.
Working alone and
telling people over the phone,
when they should stay home.
He's been reported
to the police.
And chewed out
by the police chief.
He tells people to double lock
their doors so
they don't get robbed.
He knocks on your door
and says if you don't mind,
I don't want you
to become a chalk outline.
tomorrow don't answer
your door after 4:00
And ya know kids
like being told,
to be cool and
stay home from school...
Because their boyfriend
or girlfriend Ain't quite right.
Like a song that's sung,
they like to showoff
playing with a Gun.
The parents can't complain,
until then neighbors kid got shot.
They thought he was insane.
My daughter met her boyfriend
At a camp for “special needs.”
Their story started years ago
And this is where it leads –
To her birthday celebration,
Which was perfect, yesterday,
Near at and that boyfriend’s home,
A distance two-plus hours away.
We met early at a diner
For a yummy breakfast meal;
Next came bowling and some mini-golf,
Which both have much appeal.
And the day kept getting better,
For the boyfriend had prepared
The most festive birthday venue,
Showing just how much he cared.
In his yard there were balloons and signs
And music for the mood,
Plus a slide show of their years together
And some special food.
With his chef’s hat and his apron,
Brett cooked burgers on the grill
And his mom provided sides and drinks
Of which we had our fill.
There were candles on a lovely cake
And presents to unwrap,
Plus, we got to hang with Leo
And meet Ezra (‘fore her nap).
As we all sang “Happy Birthday” –
Brett, his bro-in-law and sis
And his mom and niece and nephew,
Me & Mel, I thought of this –
That each one of us, in different ways,
Has “special needs” and yet,
With resolve and love, the day can be
As good as it can get.
So lost and broken
Constantly battered and beat
Not a word spoken
With a simple joke
A day of jest and of play
A new love to stoke
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly,
I’m telling you that I won’t take your man.
Dolly, dolly, dolly, dolly
I wouldn’t do that, even though I can.
I saw you standing over there,
Talking about some auburn hair,
And eye colour, a shade of emerald green.
I had to write this down for you,
I know what you are going through,
With a man like that, and all that I have seen.
His wandering eyes caught onto mine,
As I was standing in the line,
And I know how much he means to you, Dolly.
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly,
I’m telling you that I won’t take your man.
Dolly, dolly, dolly, dolly
I wouldn’t do that, even though I can.
Your beauty is beyond compare,
With long thick curls, of bleach blonde hair,
And eyes, that are bluer than the sea.
And as a friend, you need to know,
He pinned me up against the door,
But I broke free, it’s you I need to see.
I saw you crying at the side,
Of a ‘67’ ford mustang,
I know how hurt you are inside, Dolly.
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly,
I’m telling you that I won’t take your man.
Dolly, dolly, dolly, dolly
I wouldn’t do that, even though I can.
Dolly. Dollyyyyyyyyyy
Relationships are built
On foundations.
Where some are firm,
Others are flimsy.
We often forget
What relationships are.
With a change of title
Comes immense pressure.
‘Boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’
In terms of ourselves.
Even ‘husband’ or ‘wife’
Or endearing titles you use
Come with expectations
Nobody is ready for.
So often we forget
As these expectations blind us
And the title distracts us,
So often we forget
To just be a friend
With an additional title.
Continue being my friend
In the relationship
And watch how easy
It starts to become.
Feet in the sand, do you feel free?
Breathe in the sunlight
Sky blending in the sea
Skin glowing bright
Make memories, they say
Let them bring you back
You'll see they will play
Like tingles down your neck
Don't want to go home
Just hold me a little more
What are you wishing for?
You see how much we've grown?
All good things end sometimes
Tell me, God, why?
If only there was no goodbye
I wouldn't need to write these rhymes
Can we instead pretend
That time is crippled
Or buy a ton of it
For just a nickel?
Rock me again a little
My heart is melting in the sun
Love can be so simple
In a summer day of fun
We both found tenners
at our own happy diversions-
mine on a jog, she
with her boyfriend walking.
She waves passing
in her yellow mini
the very moment she’s crossing
my mind. Another jog
in this *** little town we both
happily make do with.
I’m thinking
she could be my love,
(we think it fun pretending)
or just habitual friends,
both bearing love
for the labyrinthine.
Because she speaks
to the moon like I do, palms up
to dark-embedded lightness,
opening
doors to any rabbit holes
we can find. The kind
who relish mysteries
of all sorts. And dancing
is to us more stimulating
when it strikes the viewer
as strange, like doing it
while jogging.
Our voices in union speak
as if magic or simulation,
together released from needs
to decode all the curious messages
about releasing.