Finding the perfect words to express the depth of your feelings for your boyfriend can sometimes feel challenging.
Imagine the delight on his face as he reads a sweet poem that perfectly encapsulates your emotions.
Here are 10 heartfelt poems crafted for boyfriends, and let these verses speak the words your heart longs to share.
Let’s get right to it!
My favorite sweet poem for boyfriends from girlfriends
#1 “I Would Be With Thee on the Sunny Hills” by Mary Noel McDonald
I would be with thee on the sunny hills,
And by the streams would linger, as they flow
With their perpetual music sweet and low;
And where, in light, leap out the shining rills,
Like chains of liquid diamonds, I would be:
Methinks ’t were sweet to wander far and free,
Tempting each craggy height or sylvan shade,—
A loiterer where the mossy banks, inlaid
With nature’s flowery gems, invite repose;
And, stealing o’er my brow, thy breath of balm
Might lull each care my beating bosom knows,
And bid the tossing waves of thought be calm;
And I might half forget life’s boding ills,
Roaming with thee out on the sunny hills.
“I Would Be With Thee on the Sunny Hills” by Mary Noel McDonald stands out for its dreamy depiction of love and togetherness.
It beautifully imagines spending time with your boyfriend in nature, where every moment feels peaceful and carefree.
This poem captures the simple joy of being with someone you love, making it perfect for girlfriends who want to express their affection.
9 more sweet poems for boyfriends from girlfriends
#2 “Why?” by Mary Louise Ritter
Why came the rose? Because the sun, in shining,
Found in the mold some atoms rare and fine:
And, stooping, drew and warmed them into growing,—
Dust, with the spirit’s mystic countersign.
What made the perfume? All his wondrous kisses
Fell on the sweet red mouth, till, lost to sight,
The love became too exquisite, and vanished
Into a viewless rapture of the night.
Why did the rose die? Ah, why ask the question?
There is a time to love, a time to give;
She perished gladly, folding close the secret
Wherein is garnered what it is to live.
#3 “I Would Live In Your Love” by Sara Teasdale
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.
#4 “A Birthday” by Christina Georgina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
#5 “Spirit Love” by Eric Mackay
How great my joy! How grand my recompense!
I bow to thee; I keep thee in my sight.
I call thee mine, in love though not in sense
I share with thee the hermitage immense
Of holy dreams which come to us at night,
When, through the medium of the spirit-lens
We see the soul, in its primeval light,
And Reason spares the hopes it cannot blight.
It is the soul of thee, and not the form,
And not the face, I yearn-to in my sleep.
It is thyself. The body is the storm,
The soul the star beyond it in the deep
Of Nature’s calm. And yonder on the steep
The Sun of Faith, quiescent, round, and warm!
#6 “Lover’s Song” by Victor-Marie Hugo
My soul unto thy heart is given,
In mystic fold do they entwine,
So bound in one that, were they riven,
Apart my soul would life resign.
Thou art my song and I the lyre;
Thou art the breeze and I the brier;
The altar I, and thou the fire;
Mine the deep love, the beauty thine!
As fleets away the rapid hour
While weeping – may
My sorrowing lay
Touch thee, sweet flower.
#7 “Upon The Sand” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
Though brave its walls as any in the land,
And its tall turrets lift their heads in grace;
Though skillful and accomplished artists trace
Most beautiful designs on every hand,
And gleaming statues in dim niches stand,
And mountains play in some flow’r-hidden place:
Yet, when from the frowning east a sudden gust
Of adverse fate is blown, or sad rains fall
Day in, day out, against its yielding wall,
Lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust.
Love, to endure life’s sorrow and earth’s woe,
Needs friendship’s solid masonwork below.
#8 “Tonight” by Sara Teasdale
The moon is a curving flower of gold,
The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
And I for you;
The moon is a flower without a stem,
The sky is luminous;
Eternity was made for them,
To-night for us.
#9 “A Glimpse” by Walt Whitman
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
#10 “Sonnet” by Henriette de Saussure Blanding
Because your thoughts have made my flowers more fair,
My sun more golden and my heaven more blue,
Have made me feel that Nature still is true
Beneath the hostile frown she oft doth wear;
Because your song has taught my lips to sing
With gladness, that were dumb; because your heart
Divined the secret of life’s highest Art—
Beauty is touch of cloud in everything—
Because your faith has raised me from the cares
Of blackest Doubt to Hope’s all radiant beams,
Revealed the truth of all my fading dreams,
Inspired my loves and purified my prayers;
Because your trust in man’s divinity
Has saved my soul, I give my all to thee.