Long Poems About Friendship
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Long poems about friendship. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
1st May 2024 7:57am
1st May 2024 7:57am
Leroy Pt. 1
#betrayal
#dirty
#erotic #friendship
#erotic #friendship
152 reads
8 Comments
Darkness_Fiend
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 11:00am
6th Mar 2024 11:00am
(28) Always Connected 12.16.23 @ 5:51pm
Freshman year, decades ago.
I remember staring off in the distance.
A queen entered my sight, Andrea was her name.
A beautiful soul to remember, acquainted during French.
Lost in thought, gorgeous forever she will be.
Exchanging looks during class lectures.
Overpowered by your beauty.
Still connected many years later.
We’re only getting closer.
Everything bad has vanished, having met you.
I got love for my nena, don’t you every worry!
We’re always connected.
Smart, dedicated & adventurous.
A well defined...
I remember staring off in the distance.
A queen entered my sight, Andrea was her name.
A beautiful soul to remember, acquainted during French.
Lost in thought, gorgeous forever she will be.
Exchanging looks during class lectures.
Overpowered by your beauty.
Still connected many years later.
We’re only getting closer.
Everything bad has vanished, having met you.
I got love for my nena, don’t you every worry!
We’re always connected.
Smart, dedicated & adventurous.
A well defined...
#BestFriend
#friendship
102 reads
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 9:17pm
23rd Jan 2024 9:17pm
sensory overload (a love letter)
I see you
a wayward son
drawing strength from shadows
picking through grey bouquets
of crestfallen moments
wild, uninhibited, unfair
are how those blossoms
slowly faded
into a new kind of blackness
I know each thought invasively meanders
scattering like seed- far and wide
understanding that quickly taking root
by digging deep, is to bury an always
i see you ask yourself if it's possible to reconcile pain
given how hurt grows with such ease
when watered by a tide of tears...
a wayward son
drawing strength from shadows
picking through grey bouquets
of crestfallen moments
wild, uninhibited, unfair
are how those blossoms
slowly faded
into a new kind of blackness
I know each thought invasively meanders
scattering like seed- far and wide
understanding that quickly taking root
by digging deep, is to bury an always
i see you ask yourself if it's possible to reconcile pain
given how hurt grows with such ease
when watered by a tide of tears...
#love
#depression
#friendship
#support
#apathy
577 reads
54 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 4:47am
25th Dec 2023 4:47am
List #4 Five Times I Couldn't Stop Laughing
1. It's my 6th birthday at Crandon Park Zoo in Key Biscayne, Florida. I'm at the head of a long rectangular outdoor table. Midway through the Happy Birthday song, my friends switch it up to a version I may have been hearing for the first time. "Happy birthday to you, You live in the zoo, You look like a monkey, And you smell like one too" I think its the funniest damn thing I've ever heard in my life. I'm giggling so much, I can't blow out the candles on my pretty pink cake.
2. Dr. H, the music and drama teacher has organized a 6th grade field trip to see The Viennese...
2. Dr. H, the music and drama teacher has organized a 6th grade field trip to see The Viennese...
#happiness
#family
#friendship
#funny
#memories
269 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
17th Dec 2023 9:26pm
17th Dec 2023 9:26pm
Alisa
it was a warm summer day on Harvard street
I was playing hop scotch when I noticed her walking up
olive colored skin, green eyes and blonde hair.
a little taller than most girls and thin
she was beautiful
she told me her name was Alisa
she lived in the old two story house just down the street from me
with her mother and grandmother
I loved her instantly
soon I was spending my nights and days at her house
one night she awoke me at midnight
so we could go swimming by moonlight
costumed as mermaids
she hid little...
I was playing hop scotch when I noticed her walking up
olive colored skin, green eyes and blonde hair.
a little taller than most girls and thin
she was beautiful
she told me her name was Alisa
she lived in the old two story house just down the street from me
with her mother and grandmother
I loved her instantly
soon I was spending my nights and days at her house
one night she awoke me at midnight
so we could go swimming by moonlight
costumed as mermaids
she hid little...
#love
#friendship
221 reads
6 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
17th Dec 2023 7:41pm
17th Dec 2023 7:41pm
Cendra's Birthday Parties
Cendra had an unusual last name
Skin shades darker than mine
Parents years older than most.
No siblings.
She was confident and self-assured.
Additional qualities I found exotic.
I liked being around her.
Her 11th (12th?) birthday was at Gooney Golf
There was a giant dinosaur at the entrance.
The last hole was an igloo.
Even if you missed, it captured your ball at the end.
Gone.
After miniature golf, we went back to Cendra's house for cake.
At her decree, we smeared frosting on our faces.
When her...
Skin shades darker than mine
Parents years older than most.
No siblings.
She was confident and self-assured.
Additional qualities I found exotic.
I liked being around her.
Her 11th (12th?) birthday was at Gooney Golf
There was a giant dinosaur at the entrance.
The last hole was an igloo.
Even if you missed, it captured your ball at the end.
Gone.
After miniature golf, we went back to Cendra's house for cake.
At her decree, we smeared frosting on our faces.
When her...
#childhood
#friendship
#birthday
#WritingPoetry
#admiration
239 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 9:38pm
26th Nov 2023 9:38pm
Stuart's Voice
Stuart's voice sounds like a garbage disposal;
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
#love
#relationships
#friendship #nostalgia
#friendship #nostalgia
160 reads
6 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 1:39pm
23rd Oct 2023 1:39pm
Conversation Between Friends
You’re not showing yet?”
“No, it’s only been about ten weeks,” Lauryn said. “The doctor said my baby bump might start to show in a month or so.”
“I was reading an article called “Lucky 13.” It said around that same time I could expect my breasts to get bigger and my nipples to get browner. Sounds like fun.”
The two laughed. A few were sitting at the bar but it was early afternoon so tables were empty.
“I’m so excited for you,” Megan said.
Megan was Lauryn’s best friend. They were opposites in some ways. Megan only had sex with a...
“No, it’s only been about ten weeks,” Lauryn said. “The doctor said my baby bump might start to show in a month or so.”
“I was reading an article called “Lucky 13.” It said around that same time I could expect my breasts to get bigger and my nipples to get browner. Sounds like fun.”
The two laughed. A few were sitting at the bar but it was early afternoon so tables were empty.
“I’m so excited for you,” Megan said.
Megan was Lauryn’s best friend. They were opposites in some ways. Megan only had sex with a...
#motherhood
#friendship
#pregnancy
249 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
13th Oct 2023 11:34pm
13th Oct 2023 11:34pm
The Citadel of the Lost Race
- The Citadel of the Lost Race -
The descending of the evening was more sudden, more ferocious than any wild beast of the wastes. It was a curtain of darkness falling upon an already stricken land! The drum-like pounding of thunder was as the beating of the drums of an angry god, and lightning struck the rocks of the desert like forks of a hot fire from some darkly Promethean forge. The sound of the thunder seemed to be growing closer to any who traveled across the region in which this was happening, as lizard-like winged beasts prowled a haunted sky, seeking what scant prey...
The descending of the evening was more sudden, more ferocious than any wild beast of the wastes. It was a curtain of darkness falling upon an already stricken land! The drum-like pounding of thunder was as the beating of the drums of an angry god, and lightning struck the rocks of the desert like forks of a hot fire from some darkly Promethean forge. The sound of the thunder seemed to be growing closer to any who traveled across the region in which this was happening, as lizard-like winged beasts prowled a haunted sky, seeking what scant prey...
#courage
#friendship
#monsters
#apocalypse
#scifi
178 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 00:30am
3rd Oct 2023 00:30am
Syl
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester, and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown, and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and Arnold were...
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester, and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown, and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and Arnold were...
#sea
#women
#friendship
#fish
#job
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cabcool
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 8:11pm
27th Sep 2023 8:11pm
chasing the big dream
a meandering view of the pursuit of happiness
A KristinaX-cabcool Collab
if you are the sun,
then i am the moon;
wherever you run,
follow must i, soon.
for you are the light
that shines from above
to furnish me sight,
lest vainly i rove.
i shine but for thee—
how sweet a delight
...
A KristinaX-cabcool Collab
if you are the sun,
then i am the moon;
wherever you run,
follow must i, soon.
for you are the light
that shines from above
to furnish me sight,
lest vainly i rove.
i shine but for thee—
how sweet a delight
...
#romantic
#friendship
#dreams
#utopia
#philosophical
280 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Jul 2023 4:13am
31st Jul 2023 4:13am
Victoria's Settlement
Victoria's Settlement
“Well, what will our closing act be? It was so good Jack. But, I suppose all good things end. We could have made it until death do us part. But let’s not end on a bad note. Give me a kiss and let us be friends.”
“Oh honey, we sure gave it our best. It is all over but the legalities.”
“Let’s not delve into that just yet. But tell me, will you think of me when you drive that Porsche down Ventura Highway? Will you remember our times parking at the beach and necking?”
“Oh honey, I want you to have the Porsche.” ...
“Well, what will our closing act be? It was so good Jack. But, I suppose all good things end. We could have made it until death do us part. But let’s not end on a bad note. Give me a kiss and let us be friends.”
“Oh honey, we sure gave it our best. It is all over but the legalities.”
“Let’s not delve into that just yet. But tell me, will you think of me when you drive that Porsche down Ventura Highway? Will you remember our times parking at the beach and necking?”
“Oh honey, I want you to have the Porsche.” ...
#romantic
#breakup
#friendship
#memories
#nostalgia
221 reads
2 Comments
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