Friendship Poems (1,087)

The only thing I can hear is my breathing;
The only thing I can feel is the pain in my soul;
The only thing I can see is the infinite emptiness.

In me it is quiet. Still as in a lifeless body.
A body that had just been left lying,
Without paying any attention to it.

I feel useless and useless,
The meaning of my life no longer exists.
Every thought of the good disappears.

It seemed as though hatred and dislike were prevailing,
As if I were different from the others.
The desire for attention became too great.

My personality disappears in the earth
And adapts to life ...
I now swim in the stream of the masses.

In all that we do...in all that we say...it's totally senseless.
people wanting more than they can offer...making room for just one more pie...senseless!

In all of their desires, seeking, loving...lying, senseless bitterness... looking for their sweetheart, darling, sugar, honey-bee! senseless!

searching for the unknown when the known in already given! senseless motivation for timeless lost souls.
Senseless... unless you know your own self!

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who could they get to carry you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Dear lonely friend,

I'm worried that you might feel to lost one of these days. Knowing this might help you:

I am abnormal, in an abnormal world; struggling, searching - desperately most of the times - enduring and becoming; stronger. I don't go to sleep anymore. I crash and let go to my desire. We've made peace, even builded trust. I found out that breaths of fresh air come, briefly, with more wisdom and patience, so be patient. Beware of life's irony and don't forget that we are fighters. We fight and reap the joy of a win, jumping into another, just seconds later.

I find confort in knowing that you are on the same path. I believe that our resolutions will stage an encounter someday, a test of sorts. There might not be a second chance so don't you dare hesitate! Remember me! With love,

Happiness.

Have you not heard out of faith hope and love
Love is the greatest of all
And since faith can move mountains
Love could move the sky and yet hold the stars so they don't fall

And love still holds the stars in your eyes when I look at you
You know it's been that way for a long time
But now I must say adieu
I concede to be only a friend will you be mine

Though we may not meet again for quiet awhile
Sometimes I will think of you as a friend in my mind
And if we meet again maybe the stars will be gone
But I hope to still see your smile
And may we be friends for a long long time

First person said to the second person
We shouldn't talk so personally
And the second person said to the first person
Yes I really agree

The first person said I'll make my words dull yet fair
Cause in that way people will say doesn't he care
And the second person said well it's understood
And so far you're doing good

First person said to the second person is the weather calling for rain
Do you have any brothers and sisters but don't tell me their names
Is it alright to ask this much how's your mom and dad are they ok

Second person said to the first person
Hmm I'll have to think about this and get back with you someday
First person said to the second person gee I have to go
It is getting cloudy and I'm sorry that every time we talk I always rush away

Well she keeps avoiding this and that's for certain
Just one little conversation
In person

I see no one at all who would be hurtin'
Just one little talk
In person

I wouldn't say anything mean
And there would be no flirtin'
Just chill out about the scene
I hear much better
In person

Goodbye from ear to ear would be respectfully kind
This way just doesn't seem to be workin'
Too many people want me to read their mind
I would rather hear yours
In person

Have a good morning
And keep the coffee perkin'
And maybe one day will be the right day
For one little talk
In person

The talkers and the takers
The pretty blue eyed heartbreakers
No better that all the other fakers in this world

I don't think she cares what I write
So it doesn't matter what I say
But if she wants me to stop
I guess it's not gonna stop today

Hercules can pull you
Ah don't you feel the awesome tug
Now don't get mad and don't turn blue
As you go slipping off the rug

Shopping at a peddlers mall is really ok
I ran into her and her daughter there they were holding a rebel flag on display
She asked if I had a Dixie spirit well honey don't you hear it
I guess it's not gonna stop today

For the spectators who hate me
And even how I pray
How high will be your reply
Since you know It's not gonna stop today

your light will shine for all the world to see; and although your one true love"s so heavenly; I hope you"ll find a place in time for me! Sharon v; the light of everlasting life shines through your eyes; and all your friends know that it is no big surprise; that what you see is what you get with no disguise! I"ve forever searched the world for you; to find someone that is straight and true; and the work you do impresses me best; I know you clearly stand above the rest! Sharon v; I hope someday that you will meet with me; and our friendship lasts for all eternity; and then you will reunite with your true love; but for now he"s looking down with god above!

Green Green
and rusty orange
of landslide

was it delicately smoothing down the face
or
crashing pulled out by the storm?

To wake to chain saws
no different on a farm

But these were close
Too close

Upted out of bed
dog in tow

walked 4mins to my gate
wow!
a surrender of a cliff face
farmers chainsaws
clearing a haphazard way
awesome gathering

Love this Place
cause I feel for the face

Within the silence of the storm
Next day they came like a transformer army
cleared and sorted

I shall wait unhindered for the next