Poems for and About Best Friends Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems for and about best friends seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:47pm
Yesterday 3:47pm
Secrets - Kerry
Can't you get a taxi?' Mel says when I phone to tell her that I'm too drunk to drive home.
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#mystery
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 9:02pm
14th Jan 2025 9:02pm
I can't tell you it's love
You call me
looking for answers
but wanting reassurances
that your heart beats the right way
and that your boyfriend
isn't a manipulative
semi-violent fucktard
unable to manage his insecurities
I tell you our childhoods
make us colourblind
and that for all the good green days
the red shine brighter
than your eyes (and heart)
can see
I would tell you
you're codependent
but you already know that
and it would make me a hypocrite
There are too many reasons
we stay when...
looking for answers
but wanting reassurances
that your heart beats the right way
and that your boyfriend
isn't a manipulative
semi-violent fucktard
unable to manage his insecurities
I tell you our childhoods
make us colourblind
and that for all the good green days
the red shine brighter
than your eyes (and heart)
can see
I would tell you
you're codependent
but you already know that
and it would make me a hypocrite
There are too many reasons
we stay when...
#abuse
#BestFriend
#DomesticViolence #support
#DomesticViolence #support
96 reads
2 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 5:27am
14th Jan 2025 5:27am
Close To The Sun
You are helping me learn
How to be healthy
How to have a healthy
And whole
Relationship
And I thank you for that
Thank you for teaching me
What it means
To be safe
To be whole
To be healthy
How to be healthy
How to have a healthy
And whole
Relationship
And I thank you for that
Thank you for teaching me
What it means
To be safe
To be whole
To be healthy
#BestFriend
#gratitude
#love
58 reads
1 Comment
Shon
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 3:42pm
24th Dec 2024 3:42pm
Papa Noel aka Santa
My friend dresses as Papa Noel.
That's Santa to you & me.
O how splendid and dandy he looks.
He spread love and joviality.
Where ever he goes & no Yo Ho Ho.
Papa Noel ask me to be his elf.
Glad i was sure to be.
I dressed for the part.
I became his drunken ellifer.
So in the zone i became.
More convincing I was.
Liability I seemed to be.
A musketeer saw me appear.
rang away to tell the queen.
Papa strode up I lurched behind
Happy to be Santa's gimp.
Cause it put...
That's Santa to you & me.
O how splendid and dandy he looks.
He spread love and joviality.
Where ever he goes & no Yo Ho Ho.
Papa Noel ask me to be his elf.
Glad i was sure to be.
I dressed for the part.
I became his drunken ellifer.
So in the zone i became.
More convincing I was.
Liability I seemed to be.
A musketeer saw me appear.
rang away to tell the queen.
Papa strode up I lurched behind
Happy to be Santa's gimp.
Cause it put...
#BestFriend
#Christmas
#love #support
#love #support
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 9:21pm
8th Dec 2024 9:21pm
Chaotic Universe
I still recall her red hair and distinctive flavor.
Chaotic!
She made you hold your breath!
The colorful memory of the vibrant scenery!
The astonishment she gave colliding,
As play challenged and relaxed her face,
As on the heights and lows of the hologram, conceived on
human flesh!
As on heartfull beat,
Ever-expanding,
She emitted the sparkle of bouncing stars,
Beautifully unshaped.
Like the universe!
Chaotic!
She made you hold your breath!
The colorful memory of the vibrant scenery!
The astonishment she gave colliding,
As play challenged and relaxed her face,
As on the heights and lows of the hologram, conceived on
human flesh!
As on heartfull beat,
Ever-expanding,
She emitted the sparkle of bouncing stars,
Beautifully unshaped.
Like the universe!
#BestFriend
73 reads
2 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
126 reads
2 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 4:17am
5th Nov 2024 4:17am
My Dearest, StarBoy
I love being solid
I can’t describe what solid means
No matter how much my mom asks
Because she will never understand
That it feels like
Tree trunks and soaked wood
Mossy mushrooms with dew drops
A raging river
Sharp and soft and subtle and tender rocks
A loud quiet
Rain and hail and cracking lightning and thunder
Noises and sights and scents and feelings
That’s my solid
You are my solid.
I can’t describe what solid means
No matter how much my mom asks
Because she will never understand
That it feels like
Tree trunks and soaked wood
Mossy mushrooms with dew drops
A raging river
Sharp and soft and subtle and tender rocks
A loud quiet
Rain and hail and cracking lightning and thunder
Noises and sights and scents and feelings
That’s my solid
You are my solid.
#BestFriend
#love
97 reads
2 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 4:11am
5th Nov 2024 4:11am
Fix Me Up
One day
I will be 45 and you will be forever 16
Because I cannot imagine you old
I don’t know what romance is
Never have known
Maybe I never will
But
I am a romantic when it comes to you
Even though I don’t imagine
Romance
With you
I imagine moss and dark deep trees
Cloudy days, misty and a loud quiet
Calming and solid
You are so solid
You made me solid as well
We will be whole
And full
And everything we ever wanted to be
I will be 45 and you will be forever 16
Because I cannot imagine you old
I don’t know what romance is
Never have known
Maybe I never will
But
I am a romantic when it comes to you
Even though I don’t imagine
Romance
With you
I imagine moss and dark deep trees
Cloudy days, misty and a loud quiet
Calming and solid
You are so solid
You made me solid as well
We will be whole
And full
And everything we ever wanted to be
#BestFriend
#love
121 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 8:13pm
18th Oct 2024 8:13pm
the sad vicar
the sad vicar
The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession
appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness
eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong
He lost faith years ago praying in churches, asking
to be released from his throbbing masculinity
which left him affairs with female parishioners
past their first youth, but with adult feelings about
sexuality hidden in a black dress of widows
God had left him, he blamed himself especially now
that he was no longer young his discreet advances
were no longer...
The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession
appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness
eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong
He lost faith years ago praying in churches, asking
to be released from his throbbing masculinity
which left him affairs with female parishioners
past their first youth, but with adult feelings about
sexuality hidden in a black dress of widows
God had left him, he blamed himself especially now
that he was no longer young his discreet advances
were no longer...
#BestFriend
#children
#friendship
#heroic
#humankind
59 reads
1 Comment
moony_
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 5:38am
15th Oct 2024 5:38am
Cosmos
What if I cannot be
What you are
To me
What if you are the stars
And I the moon
What if we play sweet honeyed music
With your gentle fingers
And my scratchy voice
What if we never touch fingers
But I know what it is like
To hold you
What if I am never enough for your love
And you are everything
What if you choose me
And I choose you
And we keep going
What if you hold the flashlight
And I try to search for the bugs
What if we are us
What if you are me ...
What you are
To me
What if you are the stars
And I the moon
What if we play sweet honeyed music
With your gentle fingers
And my scratchy voice
What if we never touch fingers
But I know what it is like
To hold you
What if I am never enough for your love
And you are everything
What if you choose me
And I choose you
And we keep going
What if you hold the flashlight
And I try to search for the bugs
What if we are us
What if you are me ...
#BestFriend
#emotions
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1 Comment
moony_
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 5:21am
2nd Oct 2024 5:21am
Not A Place, A Person
For so long
I had been searching for a home
Chasing after an unreachable ache
I had no idea it was so close
I am so happy it is you.
I had been searching for a home
Chasing after an unreachable ache
I had no idea it was so close
I am so happy it is you.
#BestFriend
#love
141 reads
3 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 3:04pm
1st Oct 2024 3:04pm
My Dearest Murderer
She makes corners
Rounded
She makes the lines
Shift on my face
She makes the grays
Look greener and the
Blues look clear
I can see
Myself through them
She gives my days
A purpose
She lends me
Her energy
Or rather I
Steal it
She makes me
Happy
She pulls my loose
Threads tight
I hold her in
My left hand
She makes me want
To scream
And throw things
Over hillsides
That I will never
See again
She makes me
Want to sing to
The moon
And...
Rounded
She makes the lines
Shift on my face
She makes the grays
Look greener and the
Blues look clear
I can see
Myself through them
She gives my days
A purpose
She lends me
Her energy
Or rather I
Steal it
She makes me
Happy
She pulls my loose
Threads tight
I hold her in
My left hand
She makes me want
To scream
And throw things
Over hillsides
That I will never
See again
She makes me
Want to sing to
The moon
And...
#BestFriend
#love
137 reads
1 Comment
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