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.
ElleHawk
Elle
Elle
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 5:59am
31st Jul 2024 5:59am
Prince Charming
Eyes like a summer's day
I want to bask in their warmth
A smile that could make a traveller stay
I envy the one that brings it to your face
A voice that’s cool like the start of May
I love the way you say my name
Lips so soft, the way they lay
I want to kiss them constantly
You’re strong, but fragile in a way
I promise to try to keep you safe
We started as friends, just wanting to play
I was waiting for a prince who never came
But slowly it changed, day by day
I fell in love with a princess
I want to bask in their warmth
A smile that could make a traveller stay
I envy the one that brings it to your face
A voice that’s cool like the start of May
I love the way you say my name
Lips so soft, the way they lay
I want to kiss them constantly
You’re strong, but fragile in a way
I promise to try to keep you safe
We started as friends, just wanting to play
I was waiting for a prince who never came
But slowly it changed, day by day
I fell in love with a princess
#BestFriend
#bisexual
#FallingInLove
#LGBT
#love
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 11:46pm
18th Jul 2024 11:46pm
breaking the universe with you
Meet me by the ocean
and we'll scream into the salted air
I'll bury you in a sand castles
and watch as the tide laps
at your toes
and you feign panic
that you can't escape
I'll dig you out as we laugh
into the turning tide
and you shove me
into the frigid winter shallows
and I gasp at how alive
the cold makes me feel
I won't tell you
how the ocean terrifies me
and elates me as we hold hands
on the waters edge
I think you know what it means
to be both big and small ...
and we'll scream into the salted air
I'll bury you in a sand castles
and watch as the tide laps
at your toes
and you feign panic
that you can't escape
I'll dig you out as we laugh
into the turning tide
and you shove me
into the frigid winter shallows
and I gasp at how alive
the cold makes me feel
I won't tell you
how the ocean terrifies me
and elates me as we hold hands
on the waters edge
I think you know what it means
to be both big and small ...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#hope #support
#hope #support
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3 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 2:46am
28th Jun 2024 2:46am
Find The Treasure With Me Silly
It’s not the same
Without you around
My room smells like
Dried glue
And laughter
All I can hear
Is you yelling at my guitar
And our synchronized sitting positions
On the couch
Grabbing a pillow
And holding on for dear life
I’m stuck listening to our recording
Of Karma
Because it makes me howl
Like a hyena
Watching National Treasure
And for the first time ever
I cannot predict
The twists
And Nicholas Cage (00)
0
That’s his face ...
Without you around
My room smells like
Dried glue
And laughter
All I can hear
Is you yelling at my guitar
And our synchronized sitting positions
On the couch
Grabbing a pillow
And holding on for dear life
I’m stuck listening to our recording
Of Karma
Because it makes me howl
Like a hyena
Watching National Treasure
And for the first time ever
I cannot predict
The twists
And Nicholas Cage (00)
0
That’s his face ...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#love
177 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 10:55pm
25th Jun 2024 10:55pm
emo twinks still remind me of you
I purge these old memories
a lifetimes worth of horror
and I find that your face
is the only one I miss
Because we were beautiful
and fucked up and you
were my best friend
I still remember the way
it felt to get wrapped up
in your slender arms
and the way you tasted
of cigarettes and Malibu
and platonic love
I remember the way we'd
write terrible poetry together
you, my first ever
collaborater in crime
the shit we penned on paper ...
a lifetimes worth of horror
and I find that your face
is the only one I miss
Because we were beautiful
and fucked up and you
were my best friend
I still remember the way
it felt to get wrapped up
in your slender arms
and the way you tasted
of cigarettes and Malibu
and platonic love
I remember the way we'd
write terrible poetry together
you, my first ever
collaborater in crime
the shit we penned on paper ...
#BestFriend
#betrayal
#love
203 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 3:54am
23rd Jun 2024 3:54am
My Quebec Princess
My Quebec Princess
Blue Montreal midnight
For primrose lady
Fallen into Erebus’ embrace
Veins on fire with hurt
Corpuscles burning a path
Through blood vessel boughs
In her tree of tears
When even Wiccan prayers
Can’t make the nightmare go away
Whose ghouls haunt her horoscope
With Sagittarius monsters
A tarot reading
She never suspected
When in the tempest of puberty
She felt like a passing gale
That surely wouldn’t last
Past the turning of the Zodiac wheel
That offered no reprieve ...
Blue Montreal midnight
For primrose lady
Fallen into Erebus’ embrace
Veins on fire with hurt
Corpuscles burning a path
Through blood vessel boughs
In her tree of tears
When even Wiccan prayers
Can’t make the nightmare go away
Whose ghouls haunt her horoscope
With Sagittarius monsters
A tarot reading
She never suspected
When in the tempest of puberty
She felt like a passing gale
That surely wouldn’t last
Past the turning of the Zodiac wheel
That offered no reprieve ...
#BestFriend
#love
#women
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2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 3:17am
10th Jun 2024 3:17am
Letter to a writer Part V
I see you got my letter. I got yours.
I want to apologise for some misunderstanding. You have never made me feel like a bug in a jar. (Okay, maybe once, during a fight, and you held a lighter to my insanity, but that's not what I meant when I wrote you last).
You... you make me feel like a whole person. Sometimes I wonder if you're the only one who really knows me. And I think maybe you do, in the way you do, in the way our history binds us.
But I'm also not invisible anymore, not like I was when I met you, and I'm surrounded by more love now than I...
I want to apologise for some misunderstanding. You have never made me feel like a bug in a jar. (Okay, maybe once, during a fight, and you held a lighter to my insanity, but that's not what I meant when I wrote you last).
You... you make me feel like a whole person. Sometimes I wonder if you're the only one who really knows me. And I think maybe you do, in the way you do, in the way our history binds us.
But I'm also not invisible anymore, not like I was when I met you, and I'm surrounded by more love now than I...
#BestFriend
#crush
#friendship
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2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 4:34am
9th Jun 2024 4:34am
secrets to be guilty of
I want to call you
even though we only talked
yesterday
But I don't want to say
what's on my mind
I don't want to find
where your judgement limit begins
because once I start spilling secrets
I don't know where they'll end
And all I can think about
between my self-created drama
is how your husband
looked me up
to get the dirt on you
so many years ago
a few months
before he left you
and made me promise
to keep our conversations
a secret
And I did
because I...
even though we only talked
yesterday
But I don't want to say
what's on my mind
I don't want to find
where your judgement limit begins
because once I start spilling secrets
I don't know where they'll end
And all I can think about
between my self-created drama
is how your husband
looked me up
to get the dirt on you
so many years ago
a few months
before he left you
and made me promise
to keep our conversations
a secret
And I did
because I...
#BestFriend
#betrayal
#deception #friendship
#deception #friendship
240 reads
5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 00:09am
7th Jun 2024 00:09am
Letter to a writer Part IV (repost)
I know you remember everything. I still remember our starting point, and how easily you became my muse. I sometimes wonder what it's like to be a muse, how it must feel to be the art, and not the artist.
But then again, we both know I take all your pretty words for lies, and you can't even compliment my eyes without me wanting to hide my face. You have this way of seeing through me, and I like to pretend I have a good poker face, when the truth is you know all my tells.
Do you remember the time you almost saw me naked? Cause my boyfriend still does, and it's a strange...
But then again, we both know I take all your pretty words for lies, and you can't even compliment my eyes without me wanting to hide my face. You have this way of seeing through me, and I like to pretend I have a good poker face, when the truth is you know all my tells.
Do you remember the time you almost saw me naked? Cause my boyfriend still does, and it's a strange...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
238 reads
2 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
31st May 2024 6:02am
31st May 2024 6:02am
It Takes Twelve Hours Just to Drive Across Texas
Got your love letter
with all the praise and thank yous
for my gentle honesty
and ability to be where you need me
Now, how do I even begin
to tell you everything I think
you should know
about the truths that hide
between words
where things unsaid linger
waiting to be heard
The spaces between stretch
with each omission
increasing tensions
you don't have room to see
Moving from crisis to chaos
and back again
time compresses
months become years
that it's felt you're unavailable ...
with all the praise and thank yous
for my gentle honesty
and ability to be where you need me
Now, how do I even begin
to tell you everything I think
you should know
about the truths that hide
between words
where things unsaid linger
waiting to be heard
The spaces between stretch
with each omission
increasing tensions
you don't have room to see
Moving from crisis to chaos
and back again
time compresses
months become years
that it's felt you're unavailable ...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#support
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
17th May 2024 5:31am
17th May 2024 5:31am
these songs in my chest are like birds that can't fly away
I chase down the memory of songs
like music can save me
through these lonely hours
when there's no one to talk to
and my thoughts make me crazy
I ache for touch
and bullshit words
that mean nothing and everything
in this purgatory of existence
because the idea of anything
is like a the spark of a lighter
before the inhale of whatever
is between my fingers
though today there's nothing
in my hands to set ablaze
And I miss the way
you make everything feel alright
like an ocean breeze...
like music can save me
through these lonely hours
when there's no one to talk to
and my thoughts make me crazy
I ache for touch
and bullshit words
that mean nothing and everything
in this purgatory of existence
because the idea of anything
is like a the spark of a lighter
before the inhale of whatever
is between my fingers
though today there's nothing
in my hands to set ablaze
And I miss the way
you make everything feel alright
like an ocean breeze...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#love
228 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 12:28pm
17th Mar 2024 12:28pm
pre-spring
pre-spring
This is a mild forenoon, winter coats
are put aside
Some men wear shorts and show hairy white legs
Elderly ladies are walking their lap-dogs
snappy little beast eyeing every passerby
they won the big dog lottery, guard their prize
a human for life.
A road sweeper with his wheelie bin walks by
the pavements are clean this day, but he crosses
the road among the bushes, an empty packet
of crisp, with his gloved hand ( yes
for heavens
sake,) deposit the empty packed in the bin
He wheels his bin under a...
This is a mild forenoon, winter coats
are put aside
Some men wear shorts and show hairy white legs
Elderly ladies are walking their lap-dogs
snappy little beast eyeing every passerby
they won the big dog lottery, guard their prize
a human for life.
A road sweeper with his wheelie bin walks by
the pavements are clean this day, but he crosses
the road among the bushes, an empty packet
of crisp, with his gloved hand ( yes
for heavens
sake,) deposit the empty packed in the bin
He wheels his bin under a...
#BestFriend
#humankind
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0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Feb 2024 3:14pm
29th Feb 2024 3:14pm
share a cigarette and win a friend
Share a cigarette and win a friend
a leading newspaper, I read an article written by a pompous
and opinionated person, a story about cigarettes he didn't
understand since, in his goodness, he has never smoked fags or
danced barefoot in a winter park or been in love at dawn
when I was young, cigarettes were the thing a social life without
a group having a laugh and smoking was unheard of
there were still tobacco shops selling cigarettes individually
buy one if the money is tight and smoke the sigs in the shop
The shop I knew had two ladies...
a leading newspaper, I read an article written by a pompous
and opinionated person, a story about cigarettes he didn't
understand since, in his goodness, he has never smoked fags or
danced barefoot in a winter park or been in love at dawn
when I was young, cigarettes were the thing a social life without
a group having a laugh and smoking was unheard of
there were still tobacco shops selling cigarettes individually
buy one if the money is tight and smoke the sigs in the shop
The shop I knew had two ladies...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#lover
#crush
#obsession
242 reads
0 Comments
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