Poems for and About Best Friends Published by Members Recently Online
#BestFriend
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 7:04pm
14th Oct 2019 7:04pm
The Friendship Train (or Until Next Year)
Pushing up my glasses,
Riding the train to the State Fair of Texas!
Us three best friends,
Friends until time ends.
At the state fair,
Late at night, wind through our hair,
Fingers looped through each backpack loop,
In our little, glowing, group.
Glowing with fun and laughter,
With friendship and wonder,
Full of cotton candy and root beer,
Knowing the end of the night is near.
We've walked and talked,
At crystals and jewelry we've gawked,
On this friendship train of pure joy,
I wish...
Riding the train to the State Fair of Texas!
Us three best friends,
Friends until time ends.
At the state fair,
Late at night, wind through our hair,
Fingers looped through each backpack loop,
In our little, glowing, group.
Glowing with fun and laughter,
With friendship and wonder,
Full of cotton candy and root beer,
Knowing the end of the night is near.
We've walked and talked,
At crystals and jewelry we've gawked,
On this friendship train of pure joy,
I wish...
#happiness
#hope
#BestFriend
#friendship
#uplifting
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2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 1:02am
23rd Apr 2020 1:02am
Salvation's Dulcet Strains (a Villanelle)
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
Plants melodies in my head that flourish, calming dread.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
It was song that held my hand passing through griefs, dark, deep valley.
Making heavy heart light, will to leave depression’s bed.
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
My vast brain discography suits my mood-color panoply.
Carole King, Beatles tunes, first in my mind to embed.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite,”...
Plants melodies in my head that flourish, calming dread.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
It was song that held my hand passing through griefs, dark, deep valley.
Making heavy heart light, will to leave depression’s bed.
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
My vast brain discography suits my mood-color panoply.
Carole King, Beatles tunes, first in my mind to embed.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite,”...
#happiness
#sadness
#BestFriend #music
#BestFriend #music
468 reads
11 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 1:02am
23rd Apr 2020 1:02am
Salvation's Dulcet Strains (a Villanelle)
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
Plants melodies in my head that flourish, calming dread.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
It was song that held my hand passing through griefs, dark, deep valley.
Making heavy heart light, will to leave depression’s bed.
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
My vast brain discography suits my mood-color panoply.
Carole King, Beatles tunes, first in my mind to embed.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite,”...
Plants melodies in my head that flourish, calming dread.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
It was song that held my hand passing through griefs, dark, deep valley.
Making heavy heart light, will to leave depression’s bed.
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
My vast brain discography suits my mood-color panoply.
Carole King, Beatles tunes, first in my mind to embed.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite,”...
#happiness
#sadness
#BestFriend #music
#BestFriend #music
468 reads
11 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 1:02am
23rd Apr 2020 1:02am
Salvation's Dulcet Strains (a Villanelle)
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
Plants melodies in my head that flourish, calming dread.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
It was song that held my hand passing through griefs, dark, deep valley.
Making heavy heart light, will to leave depression’s bed.
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
My vast brain discography suits my mood-color panoply.
Carole King, Beatles tunes, first in my mind to embed.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite,”...
Plants melodies in my head that flourish, calming dread.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
It was song that held my hand passing through griefs, dark, deep valley.
Making heavy heart light, will to leave depression’s bed.
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
My vast brain discography suits my mood-color panoply.
Carole King, Beatles tunes, first in my mind to embed.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite,”...
#happiness
#sadness
#BestFriend #music
#BestFriend #music
468 reads
11 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 1:02am
23rd Apr 2020 1:02am
Salvation's Dulcet Strains (a Villanelle)
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
Plants melodies in my head that flourish, calming dread.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
It was song that held my hand passing through griefs, dark, deep valley.
Making heavy heart light, will to leave depression’s bed.
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
My vast brain discography suits my mood-color panoply.
Carole King, Beatles tunes, first in my mind to embed.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite,”...
Plants melodies in my head that flourish, calming dread.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
It was song that held my hand passing through griefs, dark, deep valley.
Making heavy heart light, will to leave depression’s bed.
When lonely, confused, disquieted, music speaks to me.
My vast brain discography suits my mood-color panoply.
Carole King, Beatles tunes, first in my mind to embed.
Happy am I by virtue of its comforting constancy.
Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite,”...
#happiness
#sadness
#BestFriend #music
#BestFriend #music
468 reads
11 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
In This Place
In this place I am one.
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
#love
#BestFriend
#relationships
#friendship
#support
580 reads
4 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
In This Place
In this place I am one.
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
#love
#BestFriend
#relationships
#friendship
#support
580 reads
4 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
In This Place
In this place I am one.
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
#love
#BestFriend
#relationships
#friendship
#support
580 reads
4 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
In This Place
In this place I am one.
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
#love
#BestFriend
#relationships
#friendship
#support
580 reads
4 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
11th Oct 2019 00:17am
In This Place
In this place I am one.
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
I know this fair strand.
For countless times have I walked it.
And numberless are the sands.
Familiar to me as the salt air breezes,
Known and unknown,
We are one.
Each made for the other…
Two limestone stacks stand offshore
Some say there stand two brothers; others, there two sisters bathe.
To my mind come the words of a simple phrase:
We are one together, yet separate and single.
I have watched them all my days
...
#love
#BestFriend
#relationships
#friendship
#support
580 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 2:44am
2nd Jun 2024 2:44am
WAKING UP TO ANOTHER RAVEN POEM (3-7-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
still asleep
i sensed his close
silent stare
i heard his comforting
steadily rumbling inner
purr r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r
as i felt his fine
double coated manx fur
on his warm
loving paw pad
gently touching my shoulder
then the rough dry lick
of his sandpaper tongue s
sweet tender cat kiss
upon my lower lip
to let me know he was there
so delicately trying to wake me
i slowly awaken
whereupon first opening my eyes
I looked up
into his close up loving gaze
only four inches...
i sensed his close
silent stare
i heard his comforting
steadily rumbling inner
purr r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r
as i felt his fine
double coated manx fur
on his warm
loving paw pad
gently touching my shoulder
then the rough dry lick
of his sandpaper tongue s
sweet tender cat kiss
upon my lower lip
to let me know he was there
so delicately trying to wake me
i slowly awaken
whereupon first opening my eyes
I looked up
into his close up loving gaze
only four inches...
#angels
#BestFriend
#cats
#gratitude
#happiness
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0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 2:44am
2nd Jun 2024 2:44am
WAKING UP TO ANOTHER RAVEN POEM (3-7-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
still asleep
i sensed his close
silent stare
i heard his comforting
steadily rumbling inner
purr r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r
as i felt his fine
double coated manx fur
on his warm
loving paw pad
gently touching my shoulder
then the rough dry lick
of his sandpaper tongue s
sweet tender cat kiss
upon my lower lip
to let me know he was there
so delicately trying to wake me
i slowly awaken
whereupon first opening my eyes
I looked up
into his close up loving gaze
only four inches...
i sensed his close
silent stare
i heard his comforting
steadily rumbling inner
purr r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r
as i felt his fine
double coated manx fur
on his warm
loving paw pad
gently touching my shoulder
then the rough dry lick
of his sandpaper tongue s
sweet tender cat kiss
upon my lower lip
to let me know he was there
so delicately trying to wake me
i slowly awaken
whereupon first opening my eyes
I looked up
into his close up loving gaze
only four inches...
#angels
#BestFriend
#cats
#gratitude
#happiness
100 reads
0 Comments
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