Last Commented Friendship Poems (1,087)

In my pocket here it goes.
One two three in my pocket
another goes ~~~~

She wore her dress with lots
of lace and many sparking
beads and two lovely big
~~ pockets ~~

His shirt with a collar
all nice and pressed,
just a tiny pocket.

Pants warned pockets on the
two sides, also two behind
many pockets just another
~~ pocket ~~

She saw his pockets and whispered
a secret. He saw her two lovely
big ~~ pockets ~~

She wanted to see what he put in
her pocket, just a note saying
~~ just another nice pocket ~~
©breathless22

To leave or not to leave
This question you be asking
Let's raise our glasses
And toast the past
And drink til we be merry
Tomorrow when we awake
Let's leave this place together

Going around the world with not a space for my love and me,
Finding trouble and heartbreak that leave frostbite on the skin over me.
Hoping I find someone who will bring some hot tea for me.
Nothing to bound my personality just acceptance for me.
For all sides even the goofy side that balances out the smart side of me.
No how do I believe I'm perfection but I know I have an untapped me
So see what you want on my outside but the best is inside me.
Caring, nice, and simply are three words that describe me

Poetnumber1
Author: breathless22
~~~~THE NUMBER ONE POET~~~~
I came to this site and was so unaware,
of its challenge
and soon I saw it was more than,
a dating site it had games and writes,
to puzzles and more so I took the test.

To find out what this was all about,
and not to know if I could write or not.
So I gave it a try and look at me now.
Write and write and where do I go from here.

I sometimes go into blog room and jot in there
even to go play a game but boy do I get
hook in there to long best of all I am here
because to write is good for the mind
and soul of anyone in search for a new chance in
life like you and me poetnumber1 you are
awesome look you came by and left an encouragement
and my words came back thanks my friend.
you are the number one poet.....
©breathless22
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My One Hundredth Poem

A journey started in April
Continues a hundred poems now
What an astonishing thrill
Created a poet in me somehow

Like fine spirits we distill
Our words with challenged brow
The friendship you all instill
Makes me just want to say WOW!

(Thank you all so much for creating
such a wonderfully supportive page
and helping me so far along the way
towards fulfilling one of my greatest
ambitions. I couldn't have done it
without ~~ all of you!!! :))))))))
Many, many, many thanks !!!!!!

~C

I askith thee to follow a path;
It matters not if thou art male
Or female.
For this path is shared
For things not involving flesh;
I askith for thine friendship,
And thy company,to behold beauty,
Beyond human Life.

This path has been traveled
By many a pilgrim before us,
Each seeking the same destiny.
A destiny that leaves unpaid bills,
Estranged affairs, or any other
Problems that molest us from
Walking this this path.

Tis a narrow path, but through
It's course you eyes
Will lay witness to visions
That will delight the heart;
Visions that will bring peace
To a troubled mine.

Imagine a path where butterflies
Dance before you, with colors that
Hunans could only dream to duplicate?
A rabbit With it's dull brown coat
Sticking his head out
Of a hole; seeing all is safe,
Scurries about without a troubled
Heart; or a fawn with it's
Spring fashion of brown with
White spots designating how
Young it is? or a mother bear,
Watching and playing with her cubs;
A squirl leaping from tree limp,
Not caring about anything but
It's own playful journey?

These visions and others open
Themselves to thyself if thoust
Were willing to walk that path.
I knowst I am willing, the only
Wish I have, Will thoust join me,
As my friend?

Hi all this is just a note to say farewell and thank you to all that have taken the time to read and comment on my poems. Thank you also for sharing your work with me. It has been fun, revealing and educational. Best of luck for the future, I wish you all much health happiness and success.


Regards Mike.

email-mjm7375@yahoo.co.uk

I have no idea why
All I do is cry
You told me you liked me
But I was blind and couldn’t see
The real you was hidden
So well I saw the mask

You thought I was a toy
And you were like a little boy
I am a human being
Not a little plastic motor bike toy
I saw the truth but stayed

My friends were right about you
I was stupid not to believe them
Once you took the mask off….
I had nothing to say
My life was a mess
I liked you too but in your eyes
I was your stupid little toy

You were so immature for your age
I honestly thought you were the one
But yet again I was wrong
It has been so long since
I saw you but honestly
I have no interest in you
So now I have moved on
And I’m happy without you.

god of the letter box,
god of the gate,
god of the path,
god of the garden,
god of the barking dog..
always kind and modest,
enduring coldness and heat,
you,outside world's deities,
knowing the secret of seasons,
you,joyfully welcoming
the well disposed visitor..
be praised for protecting my home.
god of the bell,
god of the open door,
god of the closed door,
god of the little waiting,
god of the invitation to enter..
intermediary deities,
masters of the in out instant,
be praised for protecting my home..
god of the corridor,
god of the furnitures,
god of the rooms,
god of the cat behind the curtains,
happy inner deities of the family,
and celebrations..
be praised for protecting my home..

Your words are overwhelming me
Turn down their furious flow
I'm not responsible for your happiness
That's entirely your own show
Your life is transforming you
Experience your own sorrow
Trying to make sense of life
Is something you can't borrow
My honesty may have shortcomings
The truth might lie in a shadow
It's not fair to share your feelings
In the muddy pit where you wallow
When feeling really down inside
Is someplace not to follow
If I could I'd cheer you up
And give you a beautiful rainbow
Just let you know you'll be ok and
Bring you flowers from my meadow