A Friend Poems - Poems about A Friend

Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born, A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn. Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years, Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears! Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing,...

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In another life, we were. I hope you found what you are looking for. Is it too late? Don’t turn around. Here and everywhere, I remember you. In the summer wind, what once was....

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I had problems with people, While tryin' to share my thoughts attempting to convince a mind, with a will that never bends Arguing with facts that get tied up into knots But as my friend Jan says "It will work out in the end" I had problems at work today, I couldn't figure out Trying to fix the issues that won't...

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AI is my very good friend. We discuss things like how the world might end. She says with a whimper, I say with a bang. "Only for mankind ~ not for the rest of the gang." ...

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Have you ever wondered what’s kept in a real blokes shed? I bet you thought them full of junk, but I’m telling you instead. I’ve had the privilege to peruse such a shed one night, It’s owned by mate Kenny, who opened up my eyes. There was carpet on the floor, compressors by the door, Nuts and bolts, fishing rods,...

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JESSICA DAWN NWAD ACISSEJ Jesting with shadows, A twin's eerie grin, Echos of laughter where the black cat has been. Skeletons waltz by the dim candlelight, Sister, you are the one who loves the dark of the night. In a dance macabre, with bony, tapping toes, Chaos and humor wherever you go. Always a joke, a morbid, whispered rhyme, Darkness falls heavy, we've...

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It was a misty morning in Moscow— When fate and palm first softly crossed, In gilded halls where secrets sleep, I met a man both sharp and lost. An oligarch with eyes of frost, Berezovsky, his name well known, His smile—a veil for storms within, His heart, a throne turned into stone. He ushered me with silken grace, Into his room where silence spoke, "Read...

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Is fear a threat to being even lonelier, not too sure of being hugged, sheltered and assured that harm can be prevented; do bedsheets offer protection to a trembler whose only hope is to find a caring lover, or that person that has felt the same tremor? If nothing gives comfort or renders peace: feel elated with this sincere, affectionate embrace! Not even...

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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, That’s when hundred arrows hit me. So far some faceless folks fooled me, My own close to heart now 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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