Long Poems About Friendship
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Long poems about friendship. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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2 Comments
hgnichols
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 2:35pm
6th Jun 2024 2:35pm
II. Origin of Friendship (CW: Child abuse)
Liquor in his hand, the drunkard sat
and listened as she told it from the start:
In the final days of that most recent flood
when all of us, displaced, corralled, encamped
felt the force of hunger in our pits,
when also was the White Plague freed from ice,
I first met Hul, the boy who trailed The Man.
Though monstrous was The Man, who cained and beat
as though we poor were mongrels, groveling
at supper-time, embarrassing the master,
young Hul would look upon his master’s works
with pangs of empathy behind big eyes ...
and listened as she told it from the start:
In the final days of that most recent flood
when all of us, displaced, corralled, encamped
felt the force of hunger in our pits,
when also was the White Plague freed from ice,
I first met Hul, the boy who trailed The Man.
Though monstrous was The Man, who cained and beat
as though we poor were mongrels, groveling
at supper-time, embarrassing the master,
young Hul would look upon his master’s works
with pangs of empathy behind big eyes ...
#epic
#friendship
#illness
#love
#mythology
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Betty
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 5:15am
3rd Jun 2024 5:15am
A soft shift in perspective
I'm too broken
to feel much
right now,
and asking if you'd take
a rain check seems
really weird
even for me.
I barely like myself enough
to smile with my eyes
when I see you
(but I do)
I'll walk with you
a while,
though
right now,
if you'd have me along
the cacophony of boots crunching
through leaf litter
on a perfect summer day
a tandem song
in our minds
and the way
a soulful voice...
to feel much
right now,
and asking if you'd take
a rain check seems
really weird
even for me.
I barely like myself enough
to smile with my eyes
when I see you
(but I do)
I'll walk with you
a while,
though
right now,
if you'd have me along
the cacophony of boots crunching
through leaf litter
on a perfect summer day
a tandem song
in our minds
and the way
a soulful voice...
#friendship
#romantic
395 reads
27 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th May 2024 12:05pm
25th May 2024 12:05pm
I don't have the right words for this one
Your pain is not an artwork
made for gallery walls
or a lone sketchbook
buried and forgotten
at the back of your closet
Your pain is the sound
of a violin string snapping
wood splintering and crashing
lost in the discord
of your unheard screams
I used to love you like an artwork
easily and from afar
because you were easy to love
your flaws easy to forget
when your true face was a mystery
hidden behind a golden smile
I loved you and you splintered me...
made for gallery walls
or a lone sketchbook
buried and forgotten
at the back of your closet
Your pain is the sound
of a violin string snapping
wood splintering and crashing
lost in the discord
of your unheard screams
I used to love you like an artwork
easily and from afar
because you were easy to love
your flaws easy to forget
when your true face was a mystery
hidden behind a golden smile
I loved you and you splintered me...
#addiction
#alcohol
#friendship #love
#friendship #love
244 reads
2 Comments
HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 10:36pm
22nd May 2024 10:36pm
Depths
It hurts when you think you’re starting to be okay, and then the issues that caused the problem to begin with just springs up on you. It’s like, you’ve realized it, you’ve accepted it, and then wham. It’s a tidal wave that just washes over you and resonates in your brain. Strikes you down really hard really fast and you’re suddenly struggling all over again. You don’t want to feel it or think that way but sometimes it’s just totally out of control and unpredictable.
I can feel the sudden separation, it’s like being pulled backwards off your feet from where I’m standing. Initial...
I can feel the sudden separation, it’s like being pulled backwards off your feet from where I’m standing. Initial...
#bipolar
#depression
#friendship
#frustration
#MentalHealth
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HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
18th May 2024 8:27pm
18th May 2024 8:27pm
Coping
I want to retreat into seclusion. The need to just close the door, lock it tight, and stay there is starting to grow. After some time of being on this thought train, I now question if I should just let go and be cold to the world. It would most assuredly hurt some people, maybe a lot in the long run. Most of them my friends. Am I willing to make that decision? Should I be selfish? What if I have regrets about not having those people around?
Some time later…
Being me is difficult. Being self aware makes it worse. Regularly, I think about how much of a burden I can be to...
Some time later…
Being me is difficult. Being self aware makes it worse. Regularly, I think about how much of a burden I can be to...
#friendship
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#shame
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Betty
Poem Published
12th May 2024 8:05pm
12th May 2024 8:05pm
Duprass -- in perpetuity
for MrD
here in eternity
the is, the am, the are
are always happening
e x h a l e
(cat’s eye in a nebula)
and there’s a second-hand-hollow
in the outset of my neon aura
that somehow reflects pure to
yours without any sense of self
a coronal mass ejaculation
in this single unit of
space-time-now-the-before-forever
and I’ve known you
for all these lives
probably loved you
before love loved loss
i n h a l e
(pupils pinpoint)
and I’m back...
here in eternity
the is, the am, the are
are always happening
e x h a l e
(cat’s eye in a nebula)
and there’s a second-hand-hollow
in the outset of my neon aura
that somehow reflects pure to
yours without any sense of self
a coronal mass ejaculation
in this single unit of
space-time-now-the-before-forever
and I’ve known you
for all these lives
probably loved you
before love loved loss
i n h a l e
(pupils pinpoint)
and I’m back...
#admiration
#love
#respect #friendship
#respect #friendship
279 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th May 2024 11:01pm
10th May 2024 11:01pm
A Loving Tragedy
Her girlfriends took her out Friday afternoon for her birthday
This was her 40th
That Sunday her & her husband were leaving for a Mediterranean Cruise
That was his gift to her
He was deeply in love with her
There was also a close bond between the two of them
About ten years ago she helped her husband overcome drugs & alcohol
He was hooked for years
Almost lost his job, family, house and his own life because of these addictions
It was tough for him
Many times he fell off but he persevered and kept on pushing forward
One day,...
This was her 40th
That Sunday her & her husband were leaving for a Mediterranean Cruise
That was his gift to her
He was deeply in love with her
There was also a close bond between the two of them
About ten years ago she helped her husband overcome drugs & alcohol
He was hooked for years
Almost lost his job, family, house and his own life because of these addictions
It was tough for him
Many times he fell off but he persevered and kept on pushing forward
One day,...
#addiction
#birthday
#friendship
#love
#tragedy
181 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th May 2024 00:28am
9th May 2024 00:28am
Anti-Slide Device
Has anyone ever wondered what those large knobs are on the side of escalators?
Well I'm going to tell you.
The knobs sole purpose in life is to keep miscreants from sliding down the flat space between the escalators
Or at least to guarantee that if an offender does slide down in between the escalators, they'll have a bumpy not so enjoyable ride
This leads me to my story...
When I was 14, a group of friends and I went to one particular mall on Long Island
This was 1991
Most of the state of the art, high tech malls at the time had these...
Well I'm going to tell you.
The knobs sole purpose in life is to keep miscreants from sliding down the flat space between the escalators
Or at least to guarantee that if an offender does slide down in between the escalators, they'll have a bumpy not so enjoyable ride
This leads me to my story...
When I was 14, a group of friends and I went to one particular mall on Long Island
This was 1991
Most of the state of the art, high tech malls at the time had these...
#friendship
#inspirational
#teens
#ThrillSeeking
#nonfiction
161 reads
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
5th May 2024 6:50am
5th May 2024 6:50am
Letter to a writer part III
It's been a long while since we talked, and for the record I don't forgive you. But I do miss you. And I hate that I miss you.
My life is so fucked up right now, and some days I just wanna call you, so you can make me laugh, and throw me loaded compliments I absolutely don't believe, because if Goddesses are real, I'm not one of them.
I've lost a lot of friends in the last 2 years, not just you. And I honestly can't tell you who I miss more. We were all bound under strange circumstances, and we all ended in fire and silence, like watching a raging inferno with the...
My life is so fucked up right now, and some days I just wanna call you, so you can make me laugh, and throw me loaded compliments I absolutely don't believe, because if Goddesses are real, I'm not one of them.
I've lost a lot of friends in the last 2 years, not just you. And I honestly can't tell you who I miss more. We were all bound under strange circumstances, and we all ended in fire and silence, like watching a raging inferno with the...
#betrayal
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter #loneliness
#LifeAsAWriter #loneliness
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6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 6:15pm
3rd May 2024 6:15pm
Silent - The Friends Gather
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Jace didn't say much about Lucy, just that she'd told him who she was and that he knew that I already knew about the situation and that Veronica was somehow involved. Lucy and Jace had got together to talk about Philippa who was causing friction with Steve and other members of the Harlesden family.
Thankfully, Terence Harlesden had ordered Steve's mother or grandfather Arthur to send Steve to stay with family friends up in Scotland because his behaviour had got out of control and they didn't want him ending up in trouble with the police.
...
Jace didn't say much about Lucy, just that she'd told him who she was and that he knew that I already knew about the situation and that Veronica was somehow involved. Lucy and Jace had got together to talk about Philippa who was causing friction with Steve and other members of the Harlesden family.
Thankfully, Terence Harlesden had ordered Steve's mother or grandfather Arthur to send Steve to stay with family friends up in Scotland because his behaviour had got out of control and they didn't want him ending up in trouble with the police.
...
#friendship
#mystery
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2 Comments
HowlingHeart
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 4:46pm
3rd May 2024 4:46pm
The Silence in our Friendship
You did this to us it was all your fault; You mesmerized us and led us to your cult.
the time we shared the hours you stole. How we look back upon them so miraculous and true was the time we had. You stole our very will, was that always your goal. We were helpless to resist. Lost in your comfort like a ship lost in the fog and mist. The world around us fills with deception so the darkness grows. Through the darkness coming in from all sides, we couldn't see beyond the end of our nose.
Trust lost and spirit broken, a rage inside us that we thought long since past is...
the time we shared the hours you stole. How we look back upon them so miraculous and true was the time we had. You stole our very will, was that always your goal. We were helpless to resist. Lost in your comfort like a ship lost in the fog and mist. The world around us fills with deception so the darkness grows. Through the darkness coming in from all sides, we couldn't see beyond the end of our nose.
Trust lost and spirit broken, a rage inside us that we thought long since past is...
#friendship
#love
#sacrifice
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