A Friend Poems - Poems about A Friend

Unexplainable Generations comes forth, Generations passing. People acknowledging personal memoirs, Reflections with the truth, No assumptions. Accommodations inexplicable, unlike experiences. Delays of Mysteries are similar when a loved one transcends to another dimension they often see things unexplainable that the breathing can't see or explain. Whilst the Sun and Moon not only rises and sets Non-existent is concealed. Rebirth:...

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Dear Tom If I had the courage to speak from the heart Ladybirds of redness would sing from It. I imagined my pain was of your making But it was only the making of life. Now I'm alive like a ladybug. Still small but making my way bravely Forward and backward and forward again. Now more smoothly and flying at times. Dear Tom If...

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Porcelain boy, Hammer in fist, Building walls- Cracking, his face twists. So pretty, so alone. Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes "I am not worth it" he screams His concrete ribcage contains A monster of fire forged shame. This phase in life, Smoke is wrapping around his face Porcelain is hardening- Porcelain is stained. Repair, remind, revisit Heal, hell, high. No pain stains my lips When I scream your name Only...

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It's been two thousand six hundred and thirty eight days.?Three hundred and seventy six weeks.?Three million seven hundred ninety-nine thousand four hundred and forty minutes.?It's been seven years since the last time I heard your voice, felt your embrace, or appreciated your presence in this world. It's been seven years of me going at life without the...

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At dusk when my shadows quit me, It’s like hundred arrows hit me. So far just faceless folks fooled me, My own now close to heart cheat me. A feeling heart hails thee, my friend, Come heart to heart, why audit me? Come, pry unto my nightlong dreams, Thence, for what I say credit me. Dawn dawns, if dream deprived I...

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We hadn’t talked in years, not really. Not since childhood, when grass stains and ghost stories bound us like magic. Cousins, but closer than that — best friends before the world grew quiet. We were six, sitting in circles at recess, telling wild stories just to make the hours stretch. Remember the green-eyed creatures who chased us in our dreams? The ghost at Grandma’s house you swore was real? I never doubted you. We...

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inside the mirror her macabre apparition seen by a toddler toddler is waving invisible friend they think non-seeing elders...

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Stun me. Rewind your music. Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you. Listen— the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back. Brush the cobwebs from your eyes. Reignite. Slip into your own pocket. Become your own muse. A compass. A flame. Listen to your pulse. Move where your body leads. Unravel the ache. Open the door. Let joy rush in. Tousle your hair. Wriggle your shoulders. Fall, unbraced, into your dream. Take...

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I'm sorry I didn't bring roses to your funeral. I brought a Christmas wreath instead. I didn't want to symbolize your withering, I wanted to represent your eternity, and the joy you brought others instead. ...

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I went to drink coffee at one of those cute little coffee-drinking places, and I couldn’t help but think of you. I tried not to. But then, the waiter/ barista/ whatever you call them had to come and give me my drink. It had a flower in it, a tulip - made out of whipped...

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Bed how I love thee Let me count the ways …. Always ready when I am sleepy And in need to rest my weary bones You keep me warm and cosy Are the best company when l feel alone You comfort me when I am unwell Help me to mend and heal Are there when I need to escape the world, When life's...

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touch of a friend when ill thoughts of past adventures tender moments of love trusting beyond knowing times my compassion won two lives becoming one triumph through tragedy ...

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A young girl, An old lady, A mother of two, A passionate dancer— All were friends of mine. Across the decades, Through Chennai floods And Hindi classes, They stood with courage and quiet dedication. Their words—scattered notes of inspiration, Their choices—prompt, firm, and full of grace. They stood as ideals— In studies, in marriage, In hobbies and in ageing gracefully. Friends from every age group— A potpourri of ideas,...

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GOTCHA ! Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art! My heart was once a lonely keep, a silent place while I did sleep. But then you came, my tabby boy, a cream-colored, purring joy. I trace the stripes across your fur, my solace...

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Joy of the Lord is my strength Humble in His sight I am weak Following the Christ in me Worshipping on my knees Falling down on my face Walking in truth and grace Not a religious trick but It’s about the relationship In the valley He walks beside me He sits at the table with me In the presence of my enemies For thou art with...

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