Best Best Friend Poems
From childhood it was a world of two...you and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.
We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers
using an ordinary led pencil. Youth! The world was ours.
Seven! I know that was the first time I saw you blush.
I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear.
Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race. I entered with Lisa.
You gave me that look. Oh that look! And you left without a word.
At eleven years old I had my "magic wink". "A Magic Wink" you'd
say sarcastically. How it made you giggle to make fun of it.
It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves.
Our first dance. You stole my breath. Emptied the room of oxygen.
Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran...
our shoe prints dug into the concrete. It was then I knew. Forever.
Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared.
Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day.
At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't
clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel.
Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up
tried to hug me hello. Silent! Cold! I turned and walked away.
Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that day. When you asked
for an explanation. I recited false words but we both knew. Hurt for hurt.
Then at twenty five we still had issues to work out. I asked you bluntly
why you cut me loose in the prime of our youth. You my first and only.
I asked the question that burned in my gut. Without words your eyes spoke.
You were still in love with me. There was only me. I your first and only.
Finally our lips met to never part again. Left to wonder why, I accept our
lives without an answer. My love was that. Why would I have let you go?
Older than old now. One last time you leave. Death makes this choice.
Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left.
Not everything is explained or understood,
like music by a one arm man playing a violin.
I sport my blank stare. Naked is the body of life.
Mystery sings blind the song of the lark!
and I...
i think of you.
March 29 2015
Armand
I still remember
how you were
there in the dark,
holding my
bleeding heart.
Whilst I wandered,
sleepless under
soundless spheres.
Now I search
for your starlit
symphony
that echoes,
as idyllic octaves,
from the last song
you sang for
our lost youth;
demons we fought,
when colorless dusks
abandoned me,
between tuneless
sheets of emptiness,
where citrine gold
streaked wavelets of
strawberry scented
sunrise and
amethyst sunset
composed
hibiscus hymns.
But when ink
within my soul
hides behind
pomegranate lies,
that I truly despise,
amidst crimson-clawed
chaos of cluttered
calligraphy,
crawling in silence
along cursive linings
carved in
psychedelic perianths ~
can you hear
my pleas vibrating
through unwritten lyrics,
scrawled in
seaweed green?
Some melodies need
no words nor voice,
to narrate noiseless
refrains of
endless loss,
orchestrated
from seraphic
strings—
whistling
peacock promises,
that linger
within my
violet blue veins,
coated with
helium love.
And even in
death,
you and I
will forever,
remain as
immortal kins—
like the
evening moon
and the
midnight sun,
chasing
dewberry daydreams,
fructified from sage
mint roots,
waltzing to
your perfumed
presence in
the elysian castle.
I will never stop
singing our soft
cotton serenades,
even if the blackest
of stones from the
greyest hail quartz,
dimmed the
sangria seas
that ripples deep
into the shimmering
gates of your
home above
the seven skies.
~ECLIPSE~
The shining light hides behind my eyes,
Comes in a super nova surprise
My spirit glides into the skies,
Spreading the perfect heat like the sunrise
I was like a diamond under the beauty of the ocean!
My current rides out with smooth motions,
Leaving a taste with intense emotion
Captured by my tides, sunk to my love potion
The sun sends my waves like a mirage of snow
I got the moon to favor upon my glow
With every star touching my inner soul
A glimpse of darkness in my light entwining with a massive flow
Blinded by my own ECLIPSE!
My sun & moon collide
Until the day we both touch lips
by;p.d.
Yes, life is tough!
I know there are struggles in life that we all go through.
Sometimes we secretly hide them away,
some for fear and others just because
they have no one who cares for them.
But you my dear,
I know you do not ask for much,
but I see sadness in your beautiful eyes.
I can feel your heartache
and those tears leaving trails down your cheeks.
You may not realise it,
but your pain becomes mine...
I ache for you too!
I'm here for you always.
Let me hold you awhile!
I want to wipe your tears away,
place the brightest star in your heart.
If pain can be transferred,
I would gladly take them from you,
carry the burden for you.
You are so dear to me,
I love you with all my heart.
You know I'll do anything for you,
I'll drive many miles to get you -
~ anytime ~ anywhere.
So head up baby!
Quit sitting still and letting sadness seep
its way deep into your heart and soul.
Come rest your head on my shoulder,
I will hold you close,
promise to never let go.
Dry those tears and let's start a new day.
Together we are strong
For contest: Togetger we are strong
Sponsor: Silent One
3-14-18
The 28th of April; I'll always remember that day
It was very overcast and the sky was quite grey
That short journey to the vet I will never forget
And when I think back to that day, I have no regret.
He was such a welcome member of our family
A playful cocker spaniel and we named him Ozzie
He loved to go for long walks out in the country
When he saw us with his lead, he'd go off in a frenzy.
I thought he'd take off when he started wagging his tail
The weather didn't faze him, be it ice snow or hail
I would mumble about the weather under my breath
But he was loving every minute although soaking wet.
We'd get back from our walk and I'd rub him down
You could see the joy in his face and never a frown
Then after his dinner he'd lie down for a long snooze
Out of all the dogs in the world every time him I'd choose.
He was eleven years old when he started to fade
I lost count of the many visits to the vets we made
We must have given him every medicine and pill
But we knew in our hearts that Ozzie was quite ill.
0ur family got together to discuss what was for the best
Reluctantly we all agreed that we should put Ozzie to rest
That terrible morning arrived, it was just another day
All he could do was sleep, he was just too ill to play.
My wife came home from work and I carried him to the car
Then drove slowly down to the vets, it wasn't too far
We went inside and sat down and no words were said
And I tried not to think that soon Ozzie would be dead.
It seemed like a life time then a nurse called us in
I carried him to a side room; the vet was waiting
The vet reassured us that he wouldn't feel a thing
We were both biting our lips to stop us from crying.
We'd brought his favourite biscuits and fed him one by one
And just a few minutes later our playful Ozzie was gone
We stayed with him for a while and then left him there
I know now it was for the best because we did care.
We got home it felt empty no one to greet us at the door
And I missed seeing him where he'd often lie on the floor
Its been three long years now but I'll never forget
That Ozzie was one of the family and not just a pet.
(Ozzie left us on the 28th April 2017)
Written 8th August 2020
For All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Constance La France
Tears no longer come,
dried ducts of wrung emotion,
denied one more drop of release.
... but only to feel
Feel your finite presence beside me,
inhaling your sweet scent to memory.
Feel your heart pulsate through the calfskin
of the despair that seals me in its snare.
Rhythms of a hopeless eternity of love,
not destined for us.
Feel my heart bleeding for one more glimpse,
of the exquisite life and love in your eyes.
Shuttered now from a lifetime of shared souls.
The pianist plays one last song,
as tears fall upon your coffin.
Won't you give me a sign,
to show me the way to you.
I wonder what has become of me,
my soul a definition of despair,
my mind a metaphor for insanity,
my heart silenced by the loss of your call.
Above, all I see are murky skies,
even the stars hide from me.
I'm sure the moon shed a tear,
when the sun refused to shine on me.
In the hope there is no tomorrow,
I lay here with your photograph on my pillow.
... but time ticks so slowly
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A Collaboration - Silent One & Judith S.
September 21, 2018
My heart I set on a dear companion
the cherished imprint on my soul, profound
how safe I felt in a tough kind bosom!
though I ceased to touch and see, tightly bound.
***
Sweet and pleasant, that huge effort and toil
no sign of a whine, a smiling mother
whims she would swallow, our feast wouldn't spoil
the feel of having her, like no other!
***
A glance at my eyes, she would read my heart
"ignore the pain, you have to dig your mine"
her persona, to me she would impart
how could I be without the whole of mine!
***
One tear of joy.. one other of woe
in time of grief, she had a bride to wed
her head bowing to what's to life a foe
I'm that one whose dad in wedding time dead.
***
No sign of a whine! her soul valiant
her words I retain, "I'm a woman of worth"!
how she longed for life! hers was transient
"recite me holy words.. I'm back to earth".
***
A companion when I recall, I learn
a woman, the world of books didn't know
of impressive drive, much she would discern
mother, the one I am, to you I owe.
There lives a grand lady near the sea
In Ormand where she delights to be.
She is a Poetess, words she shares
In lovely poems, her heart she bares.
With humble poem good wishes I send.
I feel honored to call her my friend.
A kindred spirit shined from the start.
Carolyn gives with an open heart.
All her friendships she holds very dear
She's always there to spread her good cheer.
A more loyal friend you will not find
Her soul is so pure, loving and kind.
Her beauty glows within and without
She is a blessing without a doubt.
In colors of love, I see her shine,
I celebrate this sweet friend of mine!
9-22-19
~Second Place~
~Poem of the Week 9/29-10/5/19~
Pick a Friend on Soup Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Finding love is our unsure heart’s goal as edged on by our confident souls.
Some journey through life with love as their primary dream, only to give up after giving all to failures’ torturous theme. They may wish their constant dream to unfold, but cannot befriend the lonely, dark hole that mocks the intentions of their soul. For many, ‘tis when heart hopes completely dim that fate itself delivers the right her or him.
When true love is meant to be, it shall appear and reward every lonely, unfulfilled tear.
When true love wraps you in its infinite folds,
there is nowhere else you will need or wish to go.
When you truly love someone, you hold their dreams inside your prayers and lay steppingstones to assist them there.
Grateful for the long-awaited task, you let love toss every mask you ever faked for romance’s sake. Each past pretense may now relax, disappear and never come back, for true love loves your truth and would never wish to see you subdued. Real love wraps around the you that your life really grew.
Love grants the finest gift, a present of loving arms embracing all of you,
not despite, but because their heart knows all of you. Freely and without hesitation, you give your body, heart, spirit, secrets and possessions, confident none will ever be used as emotional weapons.
No matter any day’s design, love soothes all away when at night you lay entwined. True love is two who mutually fulfill emotional needs, heeds
fears to see them eased and nurses hurts that may otherwise bleed.
Even in silence, love’s communication and awareness are at its finest.
When alone, at home, such love is happily content for together time
never ceases being time joyously spent.
When one is weak, one stays strong, for two in love alter leaning and
being leaned on.
Each the other seeks to please for your love’s smile gives back pleasurable degrees. When in love, such smiles become your heart’s feed.
After time spent apart, love seeks and finds its prize in the other’s loving eyes.
When love is of truth’s seed,
two breaths become a single heartbeat,
pulsing as one, dual, soul-deep feed.
The Perfect Friend ©
Today I found a friend
Who knew everything I felt
She knew my weakness
And the problems I’ve been dealt.
She understood my wonders
And listened to my dreams,
She listened to how I felt about life and love
And knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
Or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
And promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
To show her that I care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand
To pull her a bit nearer
And I realized this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but a mirror
Written by Shannen Wrass
Copyright © 1995 Shannen Wrass. All Rights Reserved
Every time you look at me
Brown eyes say, "I love you"
When you're lying next to me
Your snuggle says it too
That soft brown skin's inviting smell
I pull you to me tighter
I hope you know, somehow can tell
You make my days much brighter
So playfully, you steal a kiss
Like a child, I wipe my face
What have I done to feel such bliss
This gift of "amazing grace"
Each day you show me in some way
The meaning of true love
For you my friend, each night I pray
And thank The Lord above.
for my dog friend, Buddy:)
by Daniel Turner
She doesn't believe in quiet love
wasn't born to bleed shyly,
couldn't care about the cost of conquest,
Too beautiful to be bitter, and too young to be cynical,
a cerebral seducer, a critical killer of caution,
too clever to be a casualty of competition,
the antithesis of a quiter
a warrior woman first,
the woman for whom I thirst,
When the battles are long
with the night swallowing safety
and your armor heavy
come to me with body ready,
be naked in my handsome hands
which grip your fatigued feet as if they are my clay of choosing,
sit into me in a bath of luxurious warmth, chamomile lavender calm,
Rebel Girl, happy and hugged with your back against my caring chest,
trusting my rubbing, loving my touching,
your lips moving in silent approval,
The war will return for us
testing our bruised wings of heart,
but tonight we defend this castle of loyal love
sheltered from storm and suffering -
J.A.B.
A quote from "90 North" by Randall Jarrell:
"I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from darkness -- that the darkness flung me --
is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness.
And we call it wisdom. It is pain."
The first bike I ever owned --
when I was ten or eleven --
was a Christmas gift
from a friend. He was receiving a new one
and I was gifted with his old bike.
He had cleaned it up and brush painted it
with a nice coat of red paint.
It was the only gift I got that year,
one of my only gifts as a child.
I loved that bike:
it freed me to pedal around so
I could accompany my friend
as we rode anywhere in our tiny,
sandy, two-paved-road fishing town.
Before the bike, I ran alongside him.
I was quite accustomed to running everywhere,
especially in summer, barefoot, usually shirtless.
Most years from first grade
until we were about twelve,
we spent our time together,
at his house or in imaginary jungles
or on wild, indian-infested wagon train trails.
We defended those trails from apaches
intent on taking our scalps.
Sometimes, on pirate ships, we manned canons
or forced reluctant traitors and mutineers
to walk the plank for failures and misdeeds.
We were never bored, usually outdoors.
On jungle safaris we were frequently attacked
by ferocious lions and tigers and
often captured by cannibal head-hunters
who put us into large pots to cook us
while dancing all around and brandishing
their spears. They sang or chanted
amazing, invented language repetitive
verses overloaded with frequent "ughs'
and tongue-twisting nonsense phrases.
His mother served us gallons of Kool Aid,
gave us snacks we ate with relish.
With a child’s trusting nature,
I hoped this could never end –
I felt secure in friendship and
apparent acceptance by
my friend’s parents. Of course,
things did change.
But..........I did not.
Not for a long, long time.
Fervent wish within your eyes speaking with realistic
Optimism, visible for hope for the future
Reflecting exquisite dream-fullness of mystic nights in your eyes
Ethereal, you are in this perfect world of ours
Volcanic and miraculous things happen with a touch of
Euphoria as we feast with whirling ecstasy in our souls that fights for ever
Refreshing, in such a delicate way that it seems too perfect
I imagine your eyes speaking to me as we venture through
Newfound impulsive existence welcoming universe
Your questions always answered, like the waves coming in from the
Ocean, as we sit embracing on each other’s warmth, watching time pass
Under a roof of celestial stars, until each dawn waxes and wanes
Rapidly breathing deep into the golden sand of our sandcastle
Envisioning our life together, willingly, and joyfully blooming spirit
Youth in a blink, as high in the branches rendering to fields of beauty
Extending to the golden illuminating rays of sunlight
Safe, spacious, life binding with God’s sight
7/13/2016
After all these years, we've weathered many a heavy storm
Now my life is empty with no one to keep me warm
Bitter tears I've sadly wept, I begged you not to let me go
You couldn't look me in the eye - you didn't want to know
I thought she was my best friend, we’d been through thick and thin
She wormed her way into our lives – oh boy she took me in
Stole your heart away from me, now its no longer you and me
Today we signed the papers, and finally you are free
How do I explain to our kids that daddy no longer lives here
That you prefer that sneaky cow and your pints of beer
Yes you can say I am bitter, gave you the best years of my life
Seventeen years together, now I’m no longer your wife
My world is shattered and broken, silent tears fall like rain
Maybe in time I’ll move on when my heart's not filled with pain
18th April 2015