Crying Girlfriend Poems | Examples
These Crying Girlfriend poems are examples of Girlfriend poems about Crying. These are the best examples of Girlfriend Crying poems written by international poets.
My Love In Candlelight (c) by Russ Dodson 1963, 1985, 2025
The burning candle flickers low
and in the dancing, darting flame
I see your face and now I know
what longing is, I call your name.
I know you hear but you won't heed
my plaintive cry and all the while
my heart cries out it's greatest need,
you do not speak, you only smile.
This isn't real, it can't be true.
You're with him in some other place!
Yet still I feel your presence near,
and still I see your lovely face.
Again I say you can't be here!
I knock the candle to the floor,
but still within the fluttering flame
I see your face, just as before.
Then the candle, flickers, dying,
as it sheds a waxen tear,
can it be that you are crying,
as if afraid the end is near?
The candle now gives up the fight,
the feeble flame begins to wane
and then goes out, and I was right,
for in the dark you're gone again.
How longs it been?
How longs it been since she was truely seen?
Was it that year?
No she think that was fear!
She could leave it right here, she could stop out of fear of what you all thought.
But alas she thinks it her task to share the views of the measly outcast.
She's tired
Tired of the ignorant view that she knows just what to do.
What not to do you mean, to rile up the few that are happy to behave the way that you do.
Do as you want she know its all front,
All front for the fact that you actually aren't better than that
And actually you will talk behind her back and form an attack
When all while youre covering her in smiles and lies about how happy you are with your home lives.
She's actually no fool and can see right through
That your vile attacks are actual infact are what fuel your "panic attacks"
Your own insecurities deflected on me,
So easy so free you will take my confidence from me.
not anymore, am I crying on floors
not anymore, are you slamming doors
Not anymore
Please no more.
Everyone wants a hand to hold
And a shoulder to rest their head
But later it will leave you cold
Late nights just crying in your bed
In the end it's not any good
At this young age there is no point
Try to avoid it as you should
It will always disappoint
Please avoid all the temptations
It is okay to like someone
To give someone admirations
To show a bit of affection
But don't go saying you like them
You won't get fat off of the ground
It will feel like they are the gem
But you will still need to be found
It won't work out like usual
Late nights, ice cream, and movies
You will lose every bit of fuel
Others might like to disagree
It feels so good to fall apart
It feels so good to grow apart
It feels so good to live apart
It feels so good to cry apart
At first it was cool being apart
At first it was happy being apart
At first it was fun being apart
At first it was enjoyed being apart
Then seconds and minutes beget days
Then days beget fatted weeks
Then weeks grew into months
Then months made a way into our hearts
It feels bad now being apart
It feels so bad living apart
It feels so sad crying apart
Worst of all is living together apart
It is a divine thing to do
Everybody does it yes it's true
In order to extinguish their desire
They set their whole body on fire.
The deeper they go the more they fall in love
Doing it in bed, garden and in tub
The more she cries the more he pushes
When the mood hits they even do it in bushes.
For pleasure he knocks her up even higher
Trying to fulfill their wild desire
Doing in all positions one by one
Moving like a beast, crying like a swan.
When one hole isn't enough he goes for the other
Even if it's tight he puts it in without any bother
Then with pleasure the girl she cries
Moving her body and enjoying the size.
When they reach their limit looking at one another
He fills her up with white sticky lather
As snow melts from his huge mountain
She lets out a sparkly fountain.
The snow of the mountain she does not waste
She uses her tongue and enjoy it's taste
Finally they calm down and their desire goes away
Looking forward to do it again some other day.
FRIENDLY ADVICE
make sure you appreciate what you have whens it there.
show them there worth make em feel that you care.
love them with every ounce of your being.
even more when your fightin and disagreeing.
hold them when there hurting be a helping hand through the pain.
be there umbrella to shield em from the rain.
kiss them like it may be your last.
leave yesterdays problems behind u cuz it all can be over so fast
if you dont one day it will all be lost.
wishing ya could fix the mistakes whatever the cost.
but its too late ya cant come back from the dead.
stuck with the guilt trapped in your head.
crying at night wishing for sleep.
wishing the pain wasnt ur burden to keep.
be the person you want them to be.
love them unconditionally.
words of wisdom from me to you.
but hey my opinion so do what ya do.
To be a wife doesnt just mean cooking, cleaning, an sex,
Those are just the basics
Being a wife means sacrificing
Herself for others
They needs before hers
Making her family dreams a priority
Crying when her children hurt
Worrying when her husband is down
The wife Holds the family together
Keeps the house warm when the snow hits the ground
Scrubs the floors when spring cleaning comes around
An with a smile on her face
She loves what she do
Little humans are counting on her
The man she married is trusting
That she’s holding everything together
He’s her rock that solid touch
Knowing that things are going to be okay
The chest she lays on gives her energy
She breaths in his scent
Pulls her leg over his waist
Look into his eyes an kisses him patiently
That’s her home an he is hers
He comes before the children
With out him it’s would be no them
Home is her space
He is her life
The balance between them
Is like yin an yang
One can not be with out the other
Being a wife is not just a title
It’s a livelihood a lifestyle
It’s much pride in being claimed
The right one will come around
An that’s in Jesus name
Don't you know I've been eyeing you?
Even before your thoughts were revealed,
It was injected into my memory,
But fear squeezed my heart.
I understand the miles that separate us,
If only you look in my eyes,
Nothing you will find
Apart from your vow and image.
How I wish to hold thy hands!
Walking on the street of love,
Jealous the eyes of the observers.
O! One day our arms shall rob against the others.
Hope our bed is make-up,
I'm ready to look in thy eyes for an hour;
If tears rolled, don't think I'm crying,
Cheerfulness reminds me of paradise.
The fear to distant yourself from what got you under heavy pressure, holding you down from being better, ripping you into pieces like paper in a treader, "fear to distant", the love for your position, the fear of making a decision, believing in a reason to be loyal to back slicing tension, nerves in your body wishing, playing your cards wrong while trying to stay strong, got people in your surroundings singing drama songs, fighting your future with your pass, animosity breathing threw your lungs, the fly in the spider trap crying, "only if only", I could break away, break away, break away, relations keeping you tire as if you was at work; and you had a break delay, "the break away", emotions is less, fear crumbled in your fist, striving to conquer it, you find a peace of mind, another place, different time, you balance yourself walking on a thin line, you keep yourself distant from hate, as if you was a pray dodging a predator, times slowly pass behind.
From nine hours on call
In a day to
Waiting for a single reply
I learned to survive alone
I still remember how it all started
I still remember that long list of promises
Which I gave you on the very first day
It's funny how I used to ignore texts at first
From crying over small fights
Between us to
Hiding our feelings over backspace
We drifted apart
Our first date
Though it didn't last up for an hour
But I still remember that proposal of yours
I do still wear that ring
From now even making a straight eye contact
To getting up goosebumps on hearing
That you were leaving the next day
From narrating each and every incident of the day
On the call to
Summing up on a single word reply
You being such a crazy brat
Waking up at 7 in the morning
Just to drop me to college on time
Yeah, that was memorable.
And after all the worst we have gone through
I still believe
Maybe we still stand a chance.
Just waiting the day when you would realize this too.
The face that plays false
does not deserve staring at
or crying for!
The lips that are kissed by others
are not worthy listening to
The finger that messages others
does not deserve to have your ring
Look for another,
or live your death alone!
“MAGDALENA #5”
if you ever travel to the hills of
Woodland,
where canyons wrap around
Topanga, in the region of the
valley,
listen for the echoes of my
footsteps.
the sounds as I search for
the
one for me,
the love of my life.
if you see her,
look at the way she's done
her
hair,
see if it's down.
that's how she knew I loved
it,
that's how it was the day my
footsteps echoed through the
hills.
if you ever travel through
the
canyon
where my true love lives,
if you ever travel through
the
canyon
where she watched me walk
away,
make sure she's smiling,
even if it isn't because of me.
I want her smiling,
even if I sit here crying.
if you ever travel to the
hills of
Woodland,
where canyons wrap around
Topanga,
in the region of the valley,
tell the love of my life,
I love her.
if you ever travel to the
hills of
Woodland,
where canyons wrap around
Topanga,
in the region of the valley,
listen carefully,
you'll hear the echoes of my
footsteps.
they wander with no exit,
dying while waiting,
for the love of my life
to return.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-17-2016
I was in the mood for baking
With recipe book in hand
Instructions for a cake were found
I couldn't wait to start
Lining up all my ingredients
To reach them when they're needed
One by one the contents added
I think I'm ready to stir the bowl
Just then my neighbour came to the door
We chatted for what seemed like hours
We had so much to catch up on
I for got about the cake
I put the batter into the oven
Setting the timer for forty minutes
Anticipation kept me waiting
For the cake to be done
The oven beeped, I opened the door
Only to discover a giant liquid mess
I realized I forgot an important ingredient
The flour,it was missing
Instead of being angry
Laughter burst out of me
Better to laugh insteas of crying
Not all recipes turn out right
How many times have you typed "I'm okay" while crying?
How many nights have you had to
turn over your pillow because one side is soaked from tears?
How many times did that razor make sweet love to your wrist
bearing an offspring called blood?
How many times did he tell you he loved you and
you believed it because love blinded you?
Or How many times have she told you she loved you
but it being a broadcasted message to multiple phones?
And multiple hearts...
So why chastise me when I simply throw mine away..
wouldn't you?
-L. Collins
I wish I was young
What can I hear
Taunts
Fricken life
What is happening
Happy childhood
Morning flying
Crying over past memories
What do I do now
I can’t fly
I am sick
Help me
For the lesson of God
Maverick Lord
I am asleep
For youse