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.
Pishashee
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 4:34pm
25th Feb 2025 4:34pm
Intentionally
I walked in,
down
the
stairs.
And without falling, I said,
"I'm going away now,
I'll finish this
conversation
with myself later."
down
the
stairs.
And without falling, I said,
"I'm going away now,
I'll finish this
conversation
with myself later."
#BestFriend
#funny
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 2:38am
20th Feb 2025 2:38am
we are immortal
It's my best friend's birthday
and I sent her a text
saying
"happy I'm-glad-you're-not-dead day"
because her Peter Pan complex
demands I not remind her
that every year she's getting older
And her inner child might be
eternally switched on
but she somehow does adulting
better than me
though we both wish
we could just say "fuck it all"
and run off to Neverland
where responsibilities go to die
and imagination is free to rule
Her complex...
and I sent her a text
saying
"happy I'm-glad-you're-not-dead day"
because her Peter Pan complex
demands I not remind her
that every year she's getting older
And her inner child might be
eternally switched on
but she somehow does adulting
better than me
though we both wish
we could just say "fuck it all"
and run off to Neverland
where responsibilities go to die
and imagination is free to rule
Her complex...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#love
94 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 10:07pm
17th Feb 2025 10:07pm
Secrets - The Lost Friend
They say I muttered two words when I got back to the estate car park on the Bank Holiday Monday: Vince Macarthur.
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
#BestFriend
#death
#grief #mystery
#grief #mystery
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OncleNyck
MatureBoy
MatureBoy
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 4:52am
17th Feb 2025 4:52am
Night Of Love
On Valentine's night,
where words of love overflow,
I want to speak of a truer love,
the one that fills my heart without measure.
It's not the love of flowers and verses,
nor the love of letters and whispers,
but the love that beats in my chest,
the one that makes me feel alive and connected.
It's the love of my mother, who gave me life,
and the love of my friends, who make me feel complete.
It's the love that doesn't need words,
just a glance, a hug, a gesture.
It's the love that makes me feel at home,
when...
where words of love overflow,
I want to speak of a truer love,
the one that fills my heart without measure.
It's not the love of flowers and verses,
nor the love of letters and whispers,
but the love that beats in my chest,
the one that makes me feel alive and connected.
It's the love of my mother, who gave me life,
and the love of my friends, who make me feel complete.
It's the love that doesn't need words,
just a glance, a hug, a gesture.
It's the love that makes me feel at home,
when...
#BestFriend
#friendship
72 reads
3 Comments
musht_e_ghubaar
Arsh
Arsh
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:59am
8th Feb 2025 3:59am
January
January lingers, cold and slow
I wonder how you are, where the streets go.
do the days treat you kind?
I wish I could walk with you, leave no step behind.
-Arshad
I wonder how you are, where the streets go.
do the days treat you kind?
I wish I could walk with you, leave no step behind.
-Arshad
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind
#love
#women
110 reads
7 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 6:25pm
27th Jan 2025 6:25pm
Discombobulated Heart
When I did not know no pain.
Life looked rosy, the future the same.
Now my heart is discombobulated.
Esp when someone Mentions your name.
Pain returns again & again.
Future looks bleak, black dog like!
Time slows to a trickle.
As light fades away.
I need space of time & distance.
Patience calm & confidence.
Till time speeds up again.
Times I've seen you.
Listened to your say.
Ok I'#ve had my say too.
I'm left confused.
As to what was actually said.
Do you find that's when others.
Talk about me...
Life looked rosy, the future the same.
Now my heart is discombobulated.
Esp when someone Mentions your name.
Pain returns again & again.
Future looks bleak, black dog like!
Time slows to a trickle.
As light fades away.
I need space of time & distance.
Patience calm & confidence.
Till time speeds up again.
Times I've seen you.
Listened to your say.
Ok I'#ve had my say too.
I'm left confused.
As to what was actually said.
Do you find that's when others.
Talk about me...
#BestFriend
#breakup
#MovingOn
#regret
#separation
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0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
23rd Jan 2025 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
60 reads
0 Comments
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
117 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
81 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
78 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
157 reads
2 Comments
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