Girlfriend Girl Poems | Examples
These Girlfriend Girl poems are examples of Girl poems about Girlfriend. These are the best examples of Girl Girlfriend poems written by international poets.
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
His girlfriend’s stacked, she’s a 44D
Doesn’t crave attention, says ‘Let me be’
But when whistles abound
His girl wants to astound
She's just removed her brassiere ~ Wanna see
The most sweetest appetising apple
Cream of the crop
On the apple cart
Is placed on the top
And tastes divine
Aesthetically pleasing
Attracting many to bite
But sometimes
Rotten to the core
But if not
It's something you want more and more
It's the dreamer's wish
The prettier the girl
The sweeter the kiss.
Penguin gave a hearty shout!
At last his girlfriend was out!
She must have had a bit of clout.
Or the judge had some kind of doubt.
Anyway, penguin thought, do not flout
The fact that you are now out, out, out
For the court could still go another route
And incarcerate you with another lout.
Penguin’s girl was a wee bit stout
She had gotten out but not without a pout
Jail is not something that she doth spout
But she is thrilled to be out out out
Your soft blue eyes
My invaluable prize
Your rain blue sapphires
My hearts will, conspires
Your sacred wishing wells
My love found, in your spells
Your calming reflective storms
My emotions turn to you in swarms
Your lenses of perfect cerulean sight
My resistance, not given in the slight
Your diamonds in the planets of snow
My affections infinitude made to show
Your crystal filled orbs of cobalt & indigo
My dreams fulfilled by those you bestow
When you are nervous, beyond capable of doing a typical task
When your heart pounds through your chest
When the skip in your step is light
When your grinning teeth, reflects the world around you
Bright and cheerful
When your warmth overflow’s
This is the moment
You tell her
You love her
I’m in heaven
Drifting on clouds
That you and me
- we spent our time looking up to the clouds in the summer time
- Giggling to the bears and flying pigs up in the air
So many tingles
Like your fingers caressing my skin
Smiling high
High up in heaven
Oh it’s alright now
You’re my gurl
Can’t seem to stop what’s inside
The silent calling of your name
The empty nights without you
The emptiness that surrounds my soul
It’s the hardest thing to live without you
Losing my heart to you
Only to have you lose the love for me
I try to get by
My grief takes hold of me
Weighing me down
Through hell
A cute girl fell for me named 'Cookie'
Who asked me to play this game, 'Nookie'
She nuzzled up to me
Which caused me to flee ~
Cookie'd picked an innocent rookie
After thirty stares, he walks to the lady to impress, being a hip hop guy
he has recently not seen one this beautiful, confident, calm but not shy.
She counters his marvelous lines with: "I'm fifty-one years old."
and comforts him immediately with: "you're too young to be this bold."
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by L MILTON HANKINS
Published on the 8th. August. 2021
So many girls stay in my head
their visions won’t depart;
our kisses and caresses
and our fumblings in the dark.
I wish it were not so,
that purer life might live,
though this I’m graced to know,
Christ still will swift forgive.
Do I remain within their minds
still vivid to this day?
Or have these secret memories
long since flown away?
I meet four women.
We laugh and talk.
Some of the stories we have heard forty times already.
We laugh anyway.
We are talking in two’s now.
Which means the fifth is completely left out.
Odd is always a “third wheel” with women, and girls.
Trouble is, no matter how hard I plan to be in pairs
Someone invariably conks out at the last second.
Leaving us an odd number again.
Making it a hard time for the wheel.
Party-face comes midnight creeping,
Proposing passion—piles heaping.
To boudoir—lustfully leaping,
Next I know—serenely sleeping.
Wow!... words cannot express,
Such beauty, such finesse.
The shape and color of those eyes,
No description will suffice.
Just like wine, you're finer when older,
And beauty to the eye of every beholder.
©2013 Honestly JT
"You have hands like a girl," said my ex girlfriend with sinister joy.
"I guess we're even," I told her, "because you have boobs like a boy."
.....hey, she started it!