Poetry competition CLOSED 31st January 2015 2:44am
WINNER
toniscales (Lost Girl)
toniscales (Lost Girl)
Friendship
Poetry Contest Description
Your take on Friendship in Your Life
“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
― A.A. Milne
“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.”
― Muhammad Ali
What does friendship means to you? Have you a story about friendship and how it impacted on your life? Or save a life? Or got you through tough times? It can be your own experience or someone you know.
1: Prose
2: Not more than 800 words
3: New Work
4: Title your Poem
Inviting all DU members to join in the competition.
― A.A. Milne
“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.”
― Muhammad Ali
What does friendship means to you? Have you a story about friendship and how it impacted on your life? Or save a life? Or got you through tough times? It can be your own experience or someone you know.
1: Prose
2: Not more than 800 words
3: New Work
4: Title your Poem
Inviting all DU members to join in the competition.
~Friendship
I remember it as through it were yesterday, sitting a darkened room, for my sadness to consume, even the pure parts of me, the parts I let no one see, until i discovered friendship, in one person, and starting letting my wounds show, it felt good, until it didn't, for every moment left alone, I searched inside, for every moment spent in company, I just started getting uncomfortable, yet I discovered its true meaning, the way it ought to be, and one of my ever present voids dissolved. Then the walls began to fall, and I wondered at which turn did I take wrong, every feeling from anger to guilt, every emotion I cold feel, new wounds over the old ones, doused in salt, then it became I realized its worth, and connected my connection with others, and eventually, figured out friendship is trust, and learning that trust is a limb, sometimes it breaks, and sometimes to realize how two tell if the wood is rotten, or solid, and maybe over the water is the wrong place to test, and sometimes you miss out on a breath taking view, but sometimes its live to fight another day, and sometimes you think your falling till you open your eyes, and realize its only your mind, poking a bit of fun with you.
I remember it as through it were yesterday, sitting a darkened room, for my sadness to consume, even the pure parts of me, the parts I let no one see, until i discovered friendship, in one person, and starting letting my wounds show, it felt good, until it didn't, for every moment left alone, I searched inside, for every moment spent in company, I just started getting uncomfortable, yet I discovered its true meaning, the way it ought to be, and one of my ever present voids dissolved. Then the walls began to fall, and I wondered at which turn did I take wrong, every feeling from anger to guilt, every emotion I cold feel, new wounds over the old ones, doused in salt, then it became I realized its worth, and connected my connection with others, and eventually, figured out friendship is trust, and learning that trust is a limb, sometimes it breaks, and sometimes to realize how two tell if the wood is rotten, or solid, and maybe over the water is the wrong place to test, and sometimes you miss out on a breath taking view, but sometimes its live to fight another day, and sometimes you think your falling till you open your eyes, and realize its only your mind, poking a bit of fun with you.
-- The Core Four
A weary old man with weathered hands sits to reminisce
Of times when things were simplified and fears did not exist
Bat and ball and overalls, a young man's first real date
9 to 5 the daily grind, at times he worked so late
His old friend Joe he knew him well before he passed away
"I'll see you Joe." He spoke the words upon his service day
A picture kept, a souvenir, Joe's dirty baseball cap
He shed a tear and wrinkled it, laying in his lap
The memories of growing old and strengthening the bond
Like that famous bowling match, and flirting with the blonde
Throwing rocks and camping trips and staying up all night
Wise remarks and ridicule to summon up a fight
He wiped his nose and found the sky to steady up his shakes
"Be good to him, you hear me lord?" "And keep him near some lakes!"
"We loved to fish" The old man howls as sun begins to shine
Warmth and breeze, the sound of birds, the scent of Douglass pine
Before him now he saw a face he hadn't seen in years
"I've missed ya Dan!" Joe says before he jokes about his tears
"Well I'll be damned!" The old man yells while staring at his hands
"They look like new!" And there he held a shiny baseball cap
The lakes are clear, and air is fresh, his promise he held true
To once again make mischief, and they made a new oath too
Never let the ladies know about their escapades
Of driving Lamborghinis in the southern Everglades
Or playing in a fighter jet in hostile foreign lands
Or talk about the Vegas week and wasted gambling plans
Soon the sound of women's voices chatter on the wind
The young men wink and carry on just like they always did
"My love, you are more beautiful than memories can hold"
The man remembered every day his wife had told him so
That once again, someday they'd meet and things would be ok
Their bonds were strong and 4 new friends now set off on the day
A weary old man with weathered hands sits to reminisce
Of times when things were simplified and fears did not exist
Bat and ball and overalls, a young man's first real date
9 to 5 the daily grind, at times he worked so late
His old friend Joe he knew him well before he passed away
"I'll see you Joe." He spoke the words upon his service day
A picture kept, a souvenir, Joe's dirty baseball cap
He shed a tear and wrinkled it, laying in his lap
The memories of growing old and strengthening the bond
Like that famous bowling match, and flirting with the blonde
Throwing rocks and camping trips and staying up all night
Wise remarks and ridicule to summon up a fight
He wiped his nose and found the sky to steady up his shakes
"Be good to him, you hear me lord?" "And keep him near some lakes!"
"We loved to fish" The old man howls as sun begins to shine
Warmth and breeze, the sound of birds, the scent of Douglass pine
Before him now he saw a face he hadn't seen in years
"I've missed ya Dan!" Joe says before he jokes about his tears
"Well I'll be damned!" The old man yells while staring at his hands
"They look like new!" And there he held a shiny baseball cap
The lakes are clear, and air is fresh, his promise he held true
To once again make mischief, and they made a new oath too
Never let the ladies know about their escapades
Of driving Lamborghinis in the southern Everglades
Or playing in a fighter jet in hostile foreign lands
Or talk about the Vegas week and wasted gambling plans
Soon the sound of women's voices chatter on the wind
The young men wink and carry on just like they always did
"My love, you are more beautiful than memories can hold"
The man remembered every day his wife had told him so
That once again, someday they'd meet and things would be ok
Their bonds were strong and 4 new friends now set off on the day
Sorry if I'm doing this wrong. Needless to say, I'm new here. :$ I hope this is okay!
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SOUL MATES ARENT SAVED FOR LOVERS
She looks at me and knows the crevices of my shadowed soul more than I do.
She doesn't need a second glance.
Pinky-linked kissed promises act as concrete for the paths we walk together.
If there are angels in this world
I could search the universe through.
Gravity will always pull me back to the one that knows me and makes me laugh.
She sees me through.
Not through me.
I owe her my heart because she takes my hand.
Never have I ever wished for a lover that was better.
In another world, in another life
we know the secrets why the stars ignite.
There light is from our star crossed pieces being spread throughout the night.
Something only soul mates find out.
I know her and she knows me.
We're closer than the shadows that dance beneath our feet.
Because shadows accompany you in the light then disappear at night.
Not her.
Not I.
Not us.
Our heart beats talk amongst each other as we bare our souls on late night.
Driving around old familiar roads that nostalgia has yet to claim.
How could I ever long for more?
Through tears and laughs and memories long since made I know I've found love in this world.
I'll never be the same.
She looks at me and knows the crevices of my shadowed soul more than I do.
She doesn't need a second glance.
Pinky-linked kissed promises act as concrete for the paths we walk together.
If there are angels in this world
I could search the universe through.
Gravity will always pull me back to the one that knows me and makes me laugh.
She sees me through.
Not through me.
I owe her my heart because she takes my hand.
Never have I ever wished for a lover that was better.
In another world, in another life
we know the secrets why the stars ignite.
There light is from our star crossed pieces being spread throughout the night.
Something only soul mates find out.
I know her and she knows me.
We're closer than the shadows that dance beneath our feet.
Because shadows accompany you in the light then disappear at night.
Not her.
Not I.
Not us.
Our heart beats talk amongst each other as we bare our souls on late night.
Driving around old familiar roads that nostalgia has yet to claim.
How could I ever long for more?
Through tears and laughs and memories long since made I know I've found love in this world.
I'll never be the same.
Intwined
From the day we met our souls remembered something that was familiar.
It was easy to laugh,play,cry,talk and grow together. Could thete be someone
Who can know me? The real me? When i say im ok, you know its a lie!! Always
Trying to walk 2-3 miles in my shoes just to understand my situation:)
Love is unconditional at all times, you never judge, im the lucky one, you my dear
Are we, my bff, i love the soul that never turned away from me
From the day we met our souls remembered something that was familiar.
It was easy to laugh,play,cry,talk and grow together. Could thete be someone
Who can know me? The real me? When i say im ok, you know its a lie!! Always
Trying to walk 2-3 miles in my shoes just to understand my situation:)
Love is unconditional at all times, you never judge, im the lucky one, you my dear
Are we, my bff, i love the soul that never turned away from me
The Day We Met
I remember the day I was sullen and alone in the despair of my own mind. I was without a soul and my heart was cold, I was one of a kind. Then one day they told me that another i would find. Never did I imagine that our lives forever would bind. You came to my aid and pulled me away from the horror of my existence. I knew that for sure one day you would find another of greater pertinence. But who could have guessed that ten years later our friendship would ring with the same resonance. I am so ecstatic with profound happiness that you came along that day. I have not the slightest idea what I would have done if I had for another day been kept at bay.
I remember the day I was sullen and alone in the despair of my own mind. I was without a soul and my heart was cold, I was one of a kind. Then one day they told me that another i would find. Never did I imagine that our lives forever would bind. You came to my aid and pulled me away from the horror of my existence. I knew that for sure one day you would find another of greater pertinence. But who could have guessed that ten years later our friendship would ring with the same resonance. I am so ecstatic with profound happiness that you came along that day. I have not the slightest idea what I would have done if I had for another day been kept at bay.
A Good Friend Has Nothing On Us
The day I met you something happened inside. It was like you were a memory coming alive. It had felt as if I'd known you my whole life. Who would've known that you would save it. I couldn't believe there were other people who liked the same things as me. Music and movies we talked for hours. Everyone thought our friendship would turn sour. It has been more than a decade now. More and more like sisters we became. Through every obstacle no matter how big nothing ever changed. Some how we got through it against all the odds. There have been times where separated and yet we find each other again. Like nothing ever happened our ties together strong. Some times you find someone that truly matters and that's you and me.
The day I met you something happened inside. It was like you were a memory coming alive. It had felt as if I'd known you my whole life. Who would've known that you would save it. I couldn't believe there were other people who liked the same things as me. Music and movies we talked for hours. Everyone thought our friendship would turn sour. It has been more than a decade now. More and more like sisters we became. Through every obstacle no matter how big nothing ever changed. Some how we got through it against all the odds. There have been times where separated and yet we find each other again. Like nothing ever happened our ties together strong. Some times you find someone that truly matters and that's you and me.
"Underhex"
If it was never enough to you, please don't let
me know. I kept you dearly in the coldest part
of me that continues to crystallize beyond my
shaded eyes. You sparked something under that
harvest moon, under Orion's belt, impressing in the
outersphere.
If I never meant a damn, please keep it to yourself,
and sugarcoat the hemlock you hid in my home so in my
last taste, you'll be saccharine. It was more to
me than you'll ever feel, wrapped in the leaves of
another's grove. I'm stringing songs on a nightly
lyre, stars inlaid, with hopes that you'll look
to the sky and think of your journey's end without me.
If he cuts you too deep, please remember I'll be gone.
There's no tomorrow for me, only a slate with a crater
where I gouged your name out. The world's full of other
wolves that howl of life and seat themselves on plateaus
where that harvest moon can bring the color back into
their eyes.
If you ever need me, there will always be the sound of my
voice, humming to the thresh of the river's drift, always
somewhere and nowhere.
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High School Days
My best friend in high school was a girl named Mary. Though we were both fairly pretty, we had an unspoken connection based on the fact we felt ugly and different from the other kids. Mary was tall and lanky, a middle child, and always felt awkward. I was suffering from my first bouts of depression, which would continue throughout my life, and I constantly felt alienated and disconnected, and assured that no one was like me.
I developed a crush on a dark horse, a "new wave" guy named Richard. (This was back in the nostalgic days of Depeche Mode and The Cure.) We dated for a while, but it was a tumultuous relationship, and he eventually broke up with me. Now, in retrospect, I think he enjoyed toying with my soul-consuming ardor, as he would contact me every few days or weeks, claiming he was still in love with me, only to push me away again.
Mary and I had created our own silly language and “code” names for guys we liked in order to talk about them at ease in public. There was “Domino,” for he delivered pizza, and “Eye-Man” for a surfer who had the largest, bluest eyes I had ever seen. We called Richard “Tweet,” because once when he had stood within the locker room talking to me (subsequently breaking my heart again), Mary saw a bird singing out the window. I do not know why, but that name stuck. Mary hated Tweet, though. She was very protective of me, and yearned to see me free from the obsession I felt for the creep.
One day at school, Tweet walked up to me and Mary in the corridor, looking just like Edward Scissorhands (I have perhaps a strange taste in men). Laughing, he started to tease me again, and I finally broke out crying. My heart could not take any more abuse. I hid my teary face in the dark of my hands until he left.
When I uncovered my eyes, Mary stood before me, her own eyes mirroring my own, brimming with tears. I saw my own pain and confusion etched upon her lovely face.
At that moment, I knew I would never have as good a friend in all my life as her.
There is nothing like the feeling of being accepted at your worst. Mary would continue throughout those years to love me when I was angry, sad, jealous, or petty.
It is sad, but she now lives in a remote city, with a husband and two lovely children. She emails me sometimes, but I am haunted by the feeling we have grown apart, simply eased into different lives, become different people. However, as she once confessed, perhaps our friendship helped us cope with and survive those hazy, surreal high school days.
I miss her so much. Miss the way she would spit on her eye contacts to lubricate them. Miss the way she ate nothing for lunch but Skittles and Pepsi.
In our own strange way, we helped each other to be free, I think.
High School Days
My best friend in high school was a girl named Mary. Though we were both fairly pretty, we had an unspoken connection based on the fact we felt ugly and different from the other kids. Mary was tall and lanky, a middle child, and always felt awkward. I was suffering from my first bouts of depression, which would continue throughout my life, and I constantly felt alienated and disconnected, and assured that no one was like me.
I developed a crush on a dark horse, a "new wave" guy named Richard. (This was back in the nostalgic days of Depeche Mode and The Cure.) We dated for a while, but it was a tumultuous relationship, and he eventually broke up with me. Now, in retrospect, I think he enjoyed toying with my soul-consuming ardor, as he would contact me every few days or weeks, claiming he was still in love with me, only to push me away again.
Mary and I had created our own silly language and “code” names for guys we liked in order to talk about them at ease in public. There was “Domino,” for he delivered pizza, and “Eye-Man” for a surfer who had the largest, bluest eyes I had ever seen. We called Richard “Tweet,” because once when he had stood within the locker room talking to me (subsequently breaking my heart again), Mary saw a bird singing out the window. I do not know why, but that name stuck. Mary hated Tweet, though. She was very protective of me, and yearned to see me free from the obsession I felt for the creep.
One day at school, Tweet walked up to me and Mary in the corridor, looking just like Edward Scissorhands (I have perhaps a strange taste in men). Laughing, he started to tease me again, and I finally broke out crying. My heart could not take any more abuse. I hid my teary face in the dark of my hands until he left.
When I uncovered my eyes, Mary stood before me, her own eyes mirroring my own, brimming with tears. I saw my own pain and confusion etched upon her lovely face.
At that moment, I knew I would never have as good a friend in all my life as her.
There is nothing like the feeling of being accepted at your worst. Mary would continue throughout those years to love me when I was angry, sad, jealous, or petty.
It is sad, but she now lives in a remote city, with a husband and two lovely children. She emails me sometimes, but I am haunted by the feeling we have grown apart, simply eased into different lives, become different people. However, as she once confessed, perhaps our friendship helped us cope with and survive those hazy, surreal high school days.
I miss her so much. Miss the way she would spit on her eye contacts to lubricate them. Miss the way she ate nothing for lunch but Skittles and Pepsi.
In our own strange way, we helped each other to be free, I think.
