Best Friend Poems
#BestFriend
Best friend poems, poetry about our closest friends. Poems about friendship, love, support and the ups and downs of a relationship with a best friend.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
30th Nov 2023 3:56am
30th Nov 2023 3:56am
Her Best Friend... The Artist
Catherine was standing in
the middle of her best
friend Gwen's studio
nude
and
with
Gwen doing a new
statue of Catherine
before Todd walked in that room.
the middle of her best
friend Gwen's studio
nude
and
with
Gwen doing a new
statue of Catherine
before Todd walked in that room.
#BestFriend
#fiction
#lover
#art
#sensual
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 9:51am
22nd Nov 2023 9:51am
unsuccsesfull
unsuccessful humanness
The forest he traveled had many narrow paths, there was always something new to see, like the white tree that
once wanted to be the biggest to dominate the forest
but hubris had gotten it, and for no reason, he thought
of Israel as a wrong plant among coniferous trees.
In a glade, where rabbits sat when catching the morn sun, a group of people had occupied the clearing
their leader, an enormous woman with fake blond hair
her husband was a hateful one seeking vengeance for
slights he had suffered, it had given him an ulcer ...
The forest he traveled had many narrow paths, there was always something new to see, like the white tree that
once wanted to be the biggest to dominate the forest
but hubris had gotten it, and for no reason, he thought
of Israel as a wrong plant among coniferous trees.
In a glade, where rabbits sat when catching the morn sun, a group of people had occupied the clearing
their leader, an enormous woman with fake blond hair
her husband was a hateful one seeking vengeance for
slights he had suffered, it had given him an ulcer ...
#men
#BestFriend
#humankind
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SeaCat
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 9:44am
10th Nov 2023 9:44am
Matters of Attraction
My beloved showed me beauty, the strong
nuclear force, binding quarks —
and its marvellous spin-off, uniting bodies.
Spanning atoms or stars, mysterious
glue, exchange of tangling tokens,
trinkets, touches, words —
body-breathed, fingertip written,
tracing undulating contours.
Following spacetime dimples, planets blindly
orbit their star.
Charmed, we lie, still,
eye to eye, in a darkened room, and worlds
fall away. The cosmos shrinks
wrapping us.
nuclear force, binding quarks —
and its marvellous spin-off, uniting bodies.
Spanning atoms or stars, mysterious
glue, exchange of tangling tokens,
trinkets, touches, words —
body-breathed, fingertip written,
tracing undulating contours.
Following spacetime dimples, planets blindly
orbit their star.
Charmed, we lie, still,
eye to eye, in a darkened room, and worlds
fall away. The cosmos shrinks
wrapping us.
#BestFriend
#relationships
#LongDistanceRelationship #FirstLove
#LongDistanceRelationship #FirstLove
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 3:06pm
27th Oct 2023 3:06pm
Dallas
I'm holding my own two sweaty
and shaking
hands
And they're together at last
My eyes are wide open as they were
And as they were in the cold and
unabashed darkness
My dreams prevailed from under
the blanket of a red laced and pretty
curtain of smoke
it was turning orange
It was a good sign that the leaves were
letting go.
and shaking
hands
And they're together at last
My eyes are wide open as they were
And as they were in the cold and
unabashed darkness
My dreams prevailed from under
the blanket of a red laced and pretty
curtain of smoke
it was turning orange
It was a good sign that the leaves were
letting go.
#grief
#BestFriend
#memories
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Lss
Poem Published
26th Oct 2023 2:31am
26th Oct 2023 2:31am
The Sun (Reprised)
You are not the sun.
I cower and hide from the sun,
Not from you, never from you.
You are not the moon.
The moon is miles away and
you are holding me carefully in your hands.
You are not darkness.
I see you, I know you,
Nothing is mysterious about you.
You are not the light.
Not pure, Not clean and unfiltered,
You have made mistakes and your hands have hurt.
I look at you like you are the sun and the moon,
Like you are here to save me.
I fall, you bandage my cuts and I look at you like
You are outside...
I cower and hide from the sun,
Not from you, never from you.
You are not the moon.
The moon is miles away and
you are holding me carefully in your hands.
You are not darkness.
I see you, I know you,
Nothing is mysterious about you.
You are not the light.
Not pure, Not clean and unfiltered,
You have made mistakes and your hands have hurt.
I look at you like you are the sun and the moon,
Like you are here to save me.
I fall, you bandage my cuts and I look at you like
You are outside...
#love
#BestFriend
#friendship
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Lss
Poem Published
25th Oct 2023 1:39am
25th Oct 2023 1:39am
The Sun
I fall, you bandage my cuts and I look at you
Like you are outside of yourself, your
Presence floating in the wind.
I am looking at you and you are not the sun,
I cower and hide from the sun,
Not from you, never from you.
You are not the moon, the moon is miles away
And you are holding me carefully in your hands.
You are not darkness, I see you,
I know you, nothing is mysterious about you.
You are not the light, not pure,
Not clean and unfiltered,
You have made mistakes and your hands have hurt.
I look at...
Like you are outside of yourself, your
Presence floating in the wind.
I am looking at you and you are not the sun,
I cower and hide from the sun,
Not from you, never from you.
You are not the moon, the moon is miles away
And you are holding me carefully in your hands.
You are not darkness, I see you,
I know you, nothing is mysterious about you.
You are not the light, not pure,
Not clean and unfiltered,
You have made mistakes and your hands have hurt.
I look at...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind
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AllCity
Poem Published
19th Oct 2023 00:34am
19th Oct 2023 00:34am
Needed Convo
Today I got a call from a old friend
How is it going how have you been
Just working, getting older and fat
Telling some stories a little some of this and that
How can I say I am not the same guy I used to be
I not the same guy you won’t know me when you see me
I lost people in my life from Death and relationships
Last I heard about you, you was going to war on a battleship
I am trying to gain my smile back
Not get really down when being attacked
How can I say I am trying to overcome depression
Worrying about what others think has...
How is it going how have you been
Just working, getting older and fat
Telling some stories a little some of this and that
How can I say I am not the same guy I used to be
I not the same guy you won’t know me when you see me
I lost people in my life from Death and relationships
Last I heard about you, you was going to war on a battleship
I am trying to gain my smile back
Not get really down when being attacked
How can I say I am trying to overcome depression
Worrying about what others think has...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Sep 2023 00:43am
28th Sep 2023 00:43am
A SPECIAL BOND
A special bond with someone you just met is amazing when you can, see and feel the energy of the vibes as you feel comfortable in each others skin. JUST between the two of us as, we look deep into each other's eye to eye and see the true character of what, we are building together a life by STEEL AND STONES. As we express our true inner intentions, with realness of desire for that is REAL AS IT GETS, JUST BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE something. That we can cherish in the process of creating a real strong commitment, with real consistency and devotion and respect. For that is what it takes if we are...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#LongDistanceRelationship
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Sep 2023 5:06pm
26th Sep 2023 5:06pm
the lady who clean the dead
The lady who cleans the dead
The woman who washed and dressed the body of my wife´s brother came for a visit and to get paid for her service
I noticed the nails of her hands were manicured pink
did she in her daily work touch more dead bodies daily than live ones? She looked beach clean, bet she used gloves when eating lunch.
I made ill at ease, studying her like she was an alien, deeply tanned, this was understandable spending so much time in a cellar full of corpses.
Why had she chosen this profession, perhaps she had studied to be a doctor and failed.
A...
The woman who washed and dressed the body of my wife´s brother came for a visit and to get paid for her service
I noticed the nails of her hands were manicured pink
did she in her daily work touch more dead bodies daily than live ones? She looked beach clean, bet she used gloves when eating lunch.
I made ill at ease, studying her like she was an alien, deeply tanned, this was understandable spending so much time in a cellar full of corpses.
Why had she chosen this profession, perhaps she had studied to be a doctor and failed.
A...
#BestFriend
#humankind
#heroic
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 3:35pm
24th Sep 2023 3:35pm
near the docks
Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or...
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind #heroic
#humankind #heroic
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2023 5:38pm
22nd Sep 2023 5:38pm
posters
Wall posters
There is in a town, not far from here, a house with a tall wall a solid protector from prying eyes, the house has shuttered windows, which makes it a Mediterranean dwelling
The wall is a perfect place to put up posters of coming
attraction, when the stout opera lady is singing at the people's hall or when the circus is coming to town
Posters of different colors tell of a future promise that has come and gone.
There is a square with a cafe with tables and chairs that serves home-cooked meals at lunch, simple food with
tomato salad and wine...
There is in a town, not far from here, a house with a tall wall a solid protector from prying eyes, the house has shuttered windows, which makes it a Mediterranean dwelling
The wall is a perfect place to put up posters of coming
attraction, when the stout opera lady is singing at the people's hall or when the circus is coming to town
Posters of different colors tell of a future promise that has come and gone.
There is a square with a cafe with tables and chairs that serves home-cooked meals at lunch, simple food with
tomato salad and wine...
#children
#BestFriend
#humankind #heroic
#humankind #heroic
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Sep 2023 11:39am
20th Sep 2023 11:39am
traveler'd regret
Traveler's regrets
He had been a sailor all his life, a traveler trying to find
the boy he left behind in the haste of becoming an adult.
An autumnal leaf falls into a stream, follows its course
but sometimes, there is a tiny inlet where the leaf gets stuck with other debris before getting loose again and drifting where the stream meets, a river that ends in the sea, becomes a mud bank full of nutrient-attracting
red snappers.
Often, he senses the pain the world suffers at the pain of
the futility of life, to stop for a moment contemplating
He...
He had been a sailor all his life, a traveler trying to find
the boy he left behind in the haste of becoming an adult.
An autumnal leaf falls into a stream, follows its course
but sometimes, there is a tiny inlet where the leaf gets stuck with other debris before getting loose again and drifting where the stream meets, a river that ends in the sea, becomes a mud bank full of nutrient-attracting
red snappers.
Often, he senses the pain the world suffers at the pain of
the futility of life, to stop for a moment contemplating
He...
#women
#teens
#BestFriend
#friendship
#transgender
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