Boyfriend Sad Poems | Examples
These Boyfriend Sad poems are examples of Sad poems about Boyfriend. These are the best examples of Sad Boyfriend poems written by international poets.
Beeyond the joke!
Humble met up with his friends after work.
He had a big smile because he was thinking about her;
The bee he had kissed, remembering the bliss.
She said her name was Ever Queen.
As Humble was telling them what happened, Bee-Real said,
You know she’s got a boyfriend don’t ya? His name is Zed.
Humble’s heart sank and he said, Right! That’s it!
I’m no longer going out with anyone from this hive! I quit!
Oh come on Humble, said Blondebee.
I’m sure you’ll meet someone eventually.
Yeah right, I don’t think so, I’ll never bee loved.
You want Tiny Dancer (Blondebee started to blush).
Blondebee and Tiny Dancer hadn’t yet admitted how they felt.
Tiny had broken up with Buzzie, so all was well.
They could be together now if they wanted,
But they would have preferred if Humble hadn’t announced it.
And every girl I like never likes me.
I guess I have to bee a lonely little bee.
Why do I always fancy the wrong ones?
I’ve had enough of this place. I want to be gone…
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I miss you
Today while reading your poems
My heart was melting
I tried to leave you a message
But your comments were turned off
I wish we can talk as before
Spend our nights watching animes
And do everything together again
But we surely can't
And that's my deepest sorrow
Loosing you was my biggest fear!
But it came to reality
Nostalgia is so huge in my heart
Please come back to me.
Little guy I love you ,
It is hard to believe , I know .
That we dance to the Rhythm of this dejavú.
When I saw you again you made my soul glow .
Little guy , I need you ,
I need you more than your mom , more than your sis .
Like a sun needs a shadow to prove that it’s true.
Like the moon needs the stars to reflect lovers bliss .
Little boy they don’t like us together ,
because my mind is rough,
because I set yours as light as a feather .
Because a woman in love is not allowed to be though .
Little boy I don’t care about the opinion of others ,
You are essential to my life .
To hell with all mothers ,
I welcome all cuts if they come from love’s knife .
"My flower"
That's what he called me.
Delicate and beautiful,
Like a flower.
But if I am his flower
Can't he see
That like a flower
I am wilting.
I am not being taken care of.
And no one pays much attention to me.
Not until I am not the same as I once was.
No longer pretty,
No longer do I stand tall.
Not until I have lost all my color.
If I am his flower,
Can't he water and nourish me?
Or will I get thrown away?
Just like all tired flowers do.
His flower.
My whole life, I felt like something was missing, like my heart's desire was only half full. But, I was okay.
Then one day,
because you liked me,
because you wanted me, because you took me out on dates,
because you made love to me,
because you needed me and I needed you too, all that changed.
For the 1st time, my heart's desire was filling up, and it was finally full. Nothing was missing.
But, then one day,
because you still loved your ex,
because you went back to her when she needed you,
because I couldn't go back to feeling like something was missing,
because I didnt know how to let go, and
because now, you even have a new girlfriend.
In hindsight, I let my heart's desire make me unloveable, and even though I'm not okay right now, I will be,
Because My Heart Desires.
She had found sanctuary in those pages
And He had found heaven in her palms.
Yet introverts they were,
To unknown destinies were they bound.
Her thoughts would spiral into words,
Delicate whispers coaxing the ground.
He wouldn't be the only witness
To the serenity of her musings,
For icor is revered by everything around.
Peter had to fly,
was that just last night?
I have attachment issues.
I hate saying goodbye
- it always makes me cry
an embarrassing tear or two.
Holidays go so fast
relativity’s been proven at last!
Fourteen days of leisure
of sordid intertwined pleasures
on days free of study pressures.
This morning i was in despair
splayed out on an uncomfortable chair
with tangled, unbrushed hair
wearing faded PowerPuff underwear
bored, and wishing Peter was there.
I hadn't seen my love for so long,
I was beginning to wonder if I had done something wrong.
The weekend had flown,
I was feeling so much alone.
Mondays here time to go back to work,
I am feeling so emotional, I couldn't go so I decided to shirk.
I know my not going might cause my boss disturbance,
But they will have to accept I have taken unwritten absence.
I WAS ABUSED BY MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, THIS POEM REFLECTS THOSE HARDEST MOMENTS FOR ME. THEY RAN OFF TO ALASKA WITH FIVE OF MY SIBLINGS WHEN I TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER WHAT THEY HAD DONE.
She never had a tender ear,
she let me know she didn't care.
Always mean she pulled my hair,
no other mother could compare.
I once remember, but only once,
she held my hand with tender love.
I must have been all of nine,
the only good memory in my mind.
The man who crept into her life,
whom she protected with all her might.
A young doe was what he wanted,
like a deer I was hunted.
When he bagged what he'd sought,
out west is where he took the lot.
The coward ran from prosecution,
Alaska administered his absolution.
My mother never penalized,
the man who caused my spirit to die.
I forgave her for their horrific sins,
I wasn't going to let them win.
Today I finally realized,
I'm the one who won first prize.
Cuckoo, he cried
as he crept into my bed
and stayed there,
stretching
to fill the space
Cuckoo, he cried
as he crept into my house
This is my space too now
Make sure
to keep it clean
Cuckoo, he cried
as he crept into my kitchen
You should have it arranged
like this
Don't forget now
Cuckoo, he cried
as he crept into my living room
and faced the screen, unmoving
I'm here
Ain't that enough?
Cuckoo, he cried
as he crept into my body
You're not fertile today, why do we
have to
use a condom
Cuckoo, he cried,
as he crept into my head
Are you sure they're good people?
Watch out
they scheme, you know
Cuckoo, he cried
as he crept into my heart
I like you, he said
Let's not
rush in too fast
I'll be in Phoenix in the morning
got a few friends there who understand
When she awakes she won't miss me
sure she'll call her new boyfriend
She's been crying in her sleep
but her tears are not for me
She fell for another
though I still love her I'll set her free
What good is it to hold someone
whose heart you can not share
Love comes and love goes
with love it isn't always fair
I'm sure when she awakens
she will see I am gone
She'll be so happy to call him
for with him she now belongs
I will still think of her
as I start over again
It will take awhile to forget her
with love you don't always win
She's been crying in her sleep
but her tears are not for me
She fell for another
though I still love her I'll set her free.
Getting along together
Dancing that same old dance
But you’ve forgotten the steps
So now what
Is this my new lot
You have changed
And I changed to be content
with you
Working the dynamic
Keeping up the merriment
Breaking in the fantasy
Fostering a brand spanking new way to play
Becoming rather tame
In this complicated adjustment
Game
And finally I was coming
Into my own
Catching the big wave
But you changed
Now what
Me
I learn the new steps
I swirl and I sway
I dance a new dance
And I trip the light fantastic
That’s what.
By pskips
The cold air brushes my cheeks
My fingertips glide on glass
It doesn't feel like anything at first
It feels numb
The lights in my life shine but the moment of warmth
It crawls back through my spine
And my body cries for you
Separation can be the death of a loving relationship,
but can resurrection come too?
Can one give a reprieve from
Braking bonds that bind.
Threads that tie heart to hearts.
Sliced lingering emotions apart
as death comes…
To the spirit of life shared,
separation of self from the one.
A little death, the dates inscribed
in broken tombstones.
But, one still loves even if the other declines.
IF?
Can one forgive and move on?
Can those carved words be scrubbed?
Will you change your tone?
Can one mend the fences and
bring the horses home
re-tie the threads that hold?
Can we resurrect the love from its little death
An raise like the Lazarus in all of us?
Can the bonds rebind?
A separation is undone a war won.
Can resurrection come?
Separation can be the death
of love
of a relationship….
But…
Resurrection?
I have been feeling lately,
What it's like to be,
Void in me, which upsets the rend.
The empty space around me,
The gentle breath you take,
The warm pat around my back,
The heartbeat that I feel,
The calmness and comfort that I seek;
For that slow evanescent worry;
The feeling that never felt as such
Ohhh dear hug,
Why do I miss you so much