Friendship Poems (1,087)

The ray of moonlight illuminated the silhouette of a duo
That danced beneath the darkened canopy filled with stars
A knowing deception lead to a stranger’s encounter from afar

You couldn’t begin to even distinguished beyond the tears
That had collected, been bottled throughout the years
The fears that came along with that alleviate, through

The lack of care that the king had shown, mistrust, and
A seed of deception from that had sown, the change
Of negativity had indeed grown, and the romantic ship
Soon had flown, it took a knight to emerge from the night
To sever the king’s patriotic will to flee, before the lady could see her destiny

words I wish I knew.......
true friends 2......
lots of fakes big mistakes....
they take and they take bits of my soul 2......

I wish I knew what to do....
I wish I knew a few great friends that don't stab u in the back in the end....

My trust is low I don't know where to go 2 many fake shows.....

like a horse with blinders on I just look forward and walk tall and climb life's mountains to hear gods call.....

clean mind and soul is all I need and not some fake a** weed....

they grow around my garden now and I must cut them from the root and finally see life's true fruit.

The trouble with Reg
is that he sacrifices indulgence
for a choice of martyrdom of the spirit
offered champagne, he will resort to water
when the occasion demands exuberance
he will deftly demand little of himself
life reclining in a beach chair
I make my usual play
under a brooding sun
I order the lobster
from the gaunt waiter
ironically to be trusted on gastronomy
Reg orders clams
a sure move
not character building
but a solid purchase none-the-less
"The birds have flown for winter" I offer
"Is that a title or an observation" he quips
shelling a clam and feigning an interest
in my writing pursuits
that have endured an ageless summer
in retreat from prominence
"For now, merely an observation" I return
He smiles reflectively then offers
"Then I trust you will fulfil its potential in time"
I gather my thoughts as he raises another clam
I gaze far off across the bay
where the wind and tide toy for dominance

She is a storm,
a pioneer
and a visionary.

Her eyes are
deep pools
of esoteric history.

They whisper
of tantalizing magic
secrets and mysteries.

Not mine,

Adore cat's, a cat will find it's own owner.

Now a Tom Cat will be full of cheek, stroll up and check you out, let you get a little close, but when you go to stroke him he's suddenly gone.

And you begin to miss him, checking often to see if he's sitting, Just out of reach watching you.

His green eyes, seem to smile into your soul.

You begin to need the watchful, quiet, gentle way he projects.

One day maybe, just maybe he will feel like coming closer.

He will never be tamed, and it would not suit him.

Old Friend
Happy to see an Old friend in Poetry
Lively Loving Caring and Kind friend
Who's poem was full of Love
Addressing her beloved
With words like pearls
Her poems she shared
Was classic poetry
I missed her very much
Happy to see her again
Her name is Ladyjewel
I called her Diamond Lady
Happy to see her back

my lonely and forgotten grave


exploding like prisms
of blinding light
I am but a twig floating
in the debris of your imaginings
yet still thirsting for your longings
don't you see? I am weak
I am helpless
I am not supposed to be
crawling, wading unto the
splintered pages of your memory
and as your tears find its way
down to my bleeding heart
I just know the joys we had
would sprout like petals

in my lonely and forgotten grave.

There's a low sun that's silently rising
The majestic rider thinks I'm dying
The vibes between us are sighing
As the flames kiss the air
A warm embrace engulfs me
A bear hug in strong ecastasy
Strength passes, numbers increasing
The momentary pause, albeit fleecing
The depths of the connection freeing
A breath of air between the two,
As the old soars on with the new
That's coming in actually a bit too soon
As the delightful hug happens beneath the moon
Tears fall down my face, as my salvation saves me from
Grace

Not long ago
I felt so all alone
I had no where to go
I would just wonder and roam
I came on here and read some poems
I then knew I wasn't alone
I read many of a poem
Some of them hit home
Some made me moan
But after reading all your poems
I felt like I found my home
There are many stores to be told
All in the form of a poem
This is now my second home
I've made several wonderful friends
I cherrish each and everyone of you
Everyday through
So I just want to send a big thank you
I'm not afraid to tell you I care
I'm sure each and everyone of you know
Just how dear you are
For each and everyone of you poets
Are like a fine piece of art
And all hold
a special place
In my heart!

Its a crazy world out there, especially when inspiration is gone
When feelings are imparted, and creativity is shared
Do people really seem to care?
We are caught in a momentary trap, a wormhole, paradox of your making
Do you think we are still circulating?
Are we just foreigners trying to come to terms with our reality?
Are we aliens in human form trying to come to grips with our humanity?
When will we realize that we are not pawns for society?
And the fears or worries lift into a tsunami of anxiety?
When you think you can get up and just be strong
When your voice feels smothered and you don't know
Where you do belong, when there's no purpose
When you don't know what you should do!

Every day itself is a challenge, when you feel hopeless to impart wisdom
Of the questions and the answers that are circulating around within
When you feel the need to go to ground and heal, and you are stuck
Remembering

When you lose yourself in the past gone by and identities seem to slide away
With a numbing crush of feelings then it tugs on the strings of your heart
In harder challenges of survival, its a regular competition to take part
The old flame of creativity and introspection encourages you to participate
But yet all you can feel is anger, fear and public hate
When you want to bring around a bit of hope, heaven knows how you can cope
But you still want to paint it in so the future doesn't look like its grim!

The world around you changes as soon as you make the choice,
And sooner or later you will find your voice,
Yet in this mission as you partake,
your present intercedes in with the future too
And the seeds of doubt will be one too few
Strength will be a part, gifted from me to you,
And soon I'll be moving forwards heading into the georgeous sun
Knowing in time that my battle of power, control and emotions will be won.