Long Poems About Friendship
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Long poems about friendship. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 8:35pm
7th Jun 2021 8:35pm
Finrod Felagund
Shadow laying blame unfathomed,
yet life still has to be lived;
when a deed's been done by a brothered,
probably you won't upheave...
A curse on your kin is still there,
even if you indirectly are involved,
the lingering sensation do you bear
for the Doom of the Noldor is foretold.
You must have a strong heart.
Separation of the family crestfallen
weighs on the smiles from the day's start;
yet you have the strength to call in
choice ~ is it the beloved elleth
or your people shamefully exiled?
You shall...
yet life still has to be lived;
when a deed's been done by a brothered,
probably you won't upheave...
A curse on your kin is still there,
even if you indirectly are involved,
the lingering sensation do you bear
for the Doom of the Noldor is foretold.
You must have a strong heart.
Separation of the family crestfallen
weighs on the smiles from the day's start;
yet you have the strength to call in
choice ~ is it the beloved elleth
or your people shamefully exiled?
You shall...
#sadness
#love
#friendship
#dreams
#JRRTolkien
594 reads
7 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 3:17pm
6th Jun 2021 3:17pm
Read 2nd
The Numen of Omen
Riding high – Riding high
The Earth is the sky – Earth is the sky.
Maybe there is no time to die -
And yet…
There was me, that is: Your humble narrator. (you know me.)
There was: Ocean, my droog from California with love.
There was: X (who’s nickname is too offensive to say.)
There was: X (he did not have a nickname)
Do you remember my story about that astral travel like episode?
With the ambulance sirens?
Well… That was a communicative omen from somewhere else
Something…...
Riding high – Riding high
The Earth is the sky – Earth is the sky.
Maybe there is no time to die -
And yet…
There was me, that is: Your humble narrator. (you know me.)
There was: Ocean, my droog from California with love.
There was: X (who’s nickname is too offensive to say.)
There was: X (he did not have a nickname)
Do you remember my story about that astral travel like episode?
With the ambulance sirens?
Well… That was a communicative omen from somewhere else
Something…...
#friendship
#universe
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
371 reads
10 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 3:16pm
6th Jun 2021 3:16pm
Read 1st
The Omen of Numen
The smoke hung heavy or languid
Having rolled off the ceiling -
Becoming a dormancy in a state of settlement.
At least this is what the perception perceived.
Or believed…
In post state flux and freeze -
Deep inhalations – Exhalations – Coughing…
Yeah… We were smoking – We were chiefing.
We were also driving.
The back seat either affords no control
or is an opportunity to explore
The hidden meanings entwined in the concept of control.
And then suddenly…
...
The smoke hung heavy or languid
Having rolled off the ceiling -
Becoming a dormancy in a state of settlement.
At least this is what the perception perceived.
Or believed…
In post state flux and freeze -
Deep inhalations – Exhalations – Coughing…
Yeah… We were smoking – We were chiefing.
We were also driving.
The back seat either affords no control
or is an opportunity to explore
The hidden meanings entwined in the concept of control.
And then suddenly…
...
#friendship
#universe
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
367 reads
2 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2021 9:26pm
3rd Jun 2021 9:26pm
The 2nd Anniversary of John Brown's Death
Today is the second anniversary of John Wayne Brown's death. For those who don't know, John's mother named him after the deceased movie star. Sadly in addition to John, his mother and father are also deceased. John died on June 3, 2019 at the age of forty-eight. When a person is forty-eight, it isn't young, but it's still too young to die. John would be fifty if he had lived.
Let me tell you about something that happened when John and I were kids at school. A dodgeball game was being played in the gym. I had been hit by a ball and was sitting on the top row of the bleachers. A boy...
Let me tell you about something that happened when John and I were kids at school. A dodgeball game was being played in the gym. I had been hit by a ball and was sitting on the top row of the bleachers. A boy...
#friendship
#death
#anniversary #nonfiction
#anniversary #nonfiction
298 reads
1 Comment
MgAl
Poem Published
24th May 2021 8:43pm
24th May 2021 8:43pm
And that's okay
We could float for hours
without ever seeing the sky
and that's okay
We could eat all of the same foods
and tell all of the same stories
and that's okay
We could fly between antique stores,
caressing wooden shelves of "what we'll get next time"
and that's okay
We could actively participate in the pulse of life
or sit, observant and sentinel as steel
and that's okay
We could sit in comfortable...
without ever seeing the sky
and that's okay
We could eat all of the same foods
and tell all of the same stories
and that's okay
We could fly between antique stores,
caressing wooden shelves of "what we'll get next time"
and that's okay
We could actively participate in the pulse of life
or sit, observant and sentinel as steel
and that's okay
We could sit in comfortable...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind #gratitude
#humankind #gratitude
460 reads
3 Comments
Kehlida
Poem Published
10th May 2021 1:25am
10th May 2021 1:25am
Bad Luck
You chose to act against common sense, defying what you knew was best
Placing lust before a proper dose of skeptical analysis
Holding on to unreliable self-evaluations,
blinded in this age of anguish
You weighed your value falsely and quit relying on my guidance
I count on you to discover your truth, leaving all I love to chance
Two kindred souls, built imperfect by design
Our viewpoints are so aligned or at least I thought so
We’re doomed to inevitably destroy ourselves chasing inadequate desires
I only say all this to be honest...
Placing lust before a proper dose of skeptical analysis
Holding on to unreliable self-evaluations,
blinded in this age of anguish
You weighed your value falsely and quit relying on my guidance
I count on you to discover your truth, leaving all I love to chance
Two kindred souls, built imperfect by design
Our viewpoints are so aligned or at least I thought so
We’re doomed to inevitably destroy ourselves chasing inadequate desires
I only say all this to be honest...
#love
#grief
#friendship #FeelingLost
#friendship #FeelingLost
877 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 3:13am
9th Apr 2021 3:13am
when we were young
And as we learn how to cry, a beautiful
day passes by...” (Solomon King)
the boys and i
flew kites
at night,
no lights
to frame the sky.
our merriment,
honest
and blest,
a fest
for children bent
to make life sweet;
no tears,
no cares,
no fears,
on freedom street.
a naked dip,
...
day passes by...” (Solomon King)
the boys and i
flew kites
at night,
no lights
to frame the sky.
our merriment,
honest
and blest,
a fest
for children bent
to make life sweet;
no tears,
no cares,
no fears,
on freedom street.
a naked dip,
...
#love
#childhood
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
354 reads
5 Comments
XiaoLong
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 2:21pm
7th Apr 2021 2:21pm
A Wondrous Journey
for months I longed, for your words to appear
a chance introduction and we set off chatting
a fated interference, I was helpless only for you to immediately disappear
I hoped in silence, our introduction wouldn’t end up with nothing
sensing the pain you endured as your journey took a detour
that was not by chance, but it’s the fate that you started to make
a lover at his “highness”, a toxicity that left you totally insecure
like crushing waves in the, it’s time you left the negativity at its wake
I saw you suffered, laying down below the...
a chance introduction and we set off chatting
a fated interference, I was helpless only for you to immediately disappear
I hoped in silence, our introduction wouldn’t end up with nothing
sensing the pain you endured as your journey took a detour
that was not by chance, but it’s the fate that you started to make
a lover at his “highness”, a toxicity that left you totally insecure
like crushing waves in the, it’s time you left the negativity at its wake
I saw you suffered, laying down below the...
#love
#friendship
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
427 reads
3 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 10:01am
26th Mar 2021 10:01am
oomph
when there's someone that gets your soul; that sees into your soul; that gets your mind, at least most of the time;
naturally projecting a gleam to all of life's grime; understanding the illusion of time; how short and precious it truly is;
different; just different; just....different; the talk, the energy....an obvious glitch in this matrix is tough to come by....
tomorrow's worth while, especially when you know exactly what you're getting....from a soul more or less...
naturally projecting a gleam to all of life's grime; understanding the illusion of time; how short and precious it truly is;
different; just different; just....different; the talk, the energy....an obvious glitch in this matrix is tough to come by....
tomorrow's worth while, especially when you know exactly what you're getting....from a soul more or less...
#friendship
#support
#healing #relationships
#healing #relationships
343 reads
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
10th Mar 2021 8:56pm
10th Mar 2021 8:56pm
Friends Of Season Part One
Part One:
“I plant myself amongst a house of beauty
I weed out the negative on duty
My fertilized soil grows only best of friends
Pruning out the poisonous until the summer ends”
(SUMMER)
Peonies:
you knit my circle with much happiness
your rays of beauty dim out the morning star
your integrity wraps my garden tight;
favoring good-fortune no matter where we are
your compassion blooms in many colors
some may say you’re even shy
“king of flowers” - I mean friends
you truly know how to make...
“I plant myself amongst a house of beauty
I weed out the negative on duty
My fertilized soil grows only best of friends
Pruning out the poisonous until the summer ends”
(SUMMER)
Peonies:
you knit my circle with much happiness
your rays of beauty dim out the morning star
your integrity wraps my garden tight;
favoring good-fortune no matter where we are
your compassion blooms in many colors
some may say you’re even shy
“king of flowers” - I mean friends
you truly know how to make...
#happiness
#love
#relationships
#friendship
#LifeCycle
17 reads
9 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 4:13am
23rd Feb 2021 4:13am
A Rice Paper Tigress Named Gloria - Epilogue
A Rice Paper Tigress Named Gloria - Epilogue
Gloria says, “Boy, I am headed to Swarthmore with a banjo on my knee. Do you know what that means Mr. Boswell?”
“Well unless I drop out of substitute teaching and head north to the great state of Pennsylvania we may never cross paths again.”
“That is right. And the tears this brings me are the bluest of the blue. Please tell me the odds are in our favor of meeting in a restaurant here in Baton Rouge during one of my family trips home.”
“The odds are a million to one. But what are the chances of kindred...
Gloria says, “Boy, I am headed to Swarthmore with a banjo on my knee. Do you know what that means Mr. Boswell?”
“Well unless I drop out of substitute teaching and head north to the great state of Pennsylvania we may never cross paths again.”
“That is right. And the tears this brings me are the bluest of the blue. Please tell me the odds are in our favor of meeting in a restaurant here in Baton Rouge during one of my family trips home.”
“The odds are a million to one. But what are the chances of kindred...
#teens
#friendship
#school
#learning
#college
390 reads
2 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 6:15am
22nd Jan 2021 6:15am
Elegy For David Macleod
Alright brother,
irreverent zephyr,
let’s do this,
raw and unpolished,
let’s do it up,
good and proper.
Noon high sunlight,
heedless of bronze epaulette,
rounding tender,
brown shoulder,
held by hand,
laced and strong,
blue white neons crowing,
from evening saturnalias,
of cities,
warrior,
your shadow stood,
in kind sentinel,
passing over,
rough faces,
illumined,
electric glow,
mists dreaming tendrils curl, ...
irreverent zephyr,
let’s do this,
raw and unpolished,
let’s do it up,
good and proper.
Noon high sunlight,
heedless of bronze epaulette,
rounding tender,
brown shoulder,
held by hand,
laced and strong,
blue white neons crowing,
from evening saturnalias,
of cities,
warrior,
your shadow stood,
in kind sentinel,
passing over,
rough faces,
illumined,
electric glow,
mists dreaming tendrils curl, ...
#grief
#friendship
#death
#gratitude
#admiration
983 reads
9 Comments
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