Best Childhood Friend Poems
A "collaboration" with Edgar Allan Poe's poem titled, "Alone"
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
Where years of mingled adolescent voices
Denied a heart and it's choices
My quiet self could not speak
Another outcast - a soul unique.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Pages of art, the written word
An interest each one found absurd
A solemn love that I must hide
To keep when I and time can abide.
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
How - in melancholy youth - I found
The companion to whom I remain bound,
I do not know precisely the day when
Though I knew I had gained a friend.
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -
The years dragged on without relent
As months of solitude were spent,
Down a new road I traveled then
Meeting destiny, though I knew not when.
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by-
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Undeterred by any supernatural power
Or life's occasional teardrop shower
My soul kept tight hold of passion
Let me fulfill it in my own fashion
This outcast "demon" found in me a friend
Alone together, now and beyond the end.
She's on the Verge
Joe cool
She talks to her hand
like seriously duh
the joke im not telling
we used to be witches writing poetry in coffee shops
smoking pot in serene gardens
and if it wasn't for Ginger my dog
that ran away to make love to Winchester
when she was in heat
we never would have met when we were eight
and still friends
but she tells me its because of me she's crazy
She wants me to remove pro creations that are stalking her
something tells me she's visited the funny farm too many times
I've been there
I've seen it
I know
But me and Joe
we are two of a kind
But I could be bluffing
maybe we're part of a royal flush
I'm space ace from mars
and she's a voodoo queen
to complete the circle of a long lost God in Girlfriend
Only the watchtowers know what that truly means
How did i get soo lucky her mother asked
but I'm not lucky at all
count your blessings and learn to read between the lines
because this mystic in your life
from your tree of fruits and loins did she fall
I'm a gullible god
and so are you
the tower of Babel has fallen
and she doesn't know what to do
so when she speaks the tongue of spirituality or which
and all you hear is psycho babble
it doesn't sound like
sneesh cheep bleep flap jip hap frew
she makes sense to me with words shes obsessing
i just wish you would take it on yourselves to read up on it
to understand her to communicate
instead of sending her to the hospital
Those pills make her
talk to her hand
and those lies are mostly true
fact is stranger than fiction
and together your family can pull through
even those doctors
are a little bit mad at that tea party
and shes never thrown me away after what I've been through
i love her to pieces
so should you
shes always been there for me
and when we lose touch she searches high and low for me
when you lose touch
there are more than one thing u can do
shes had exorcisms
and a low self esteem
date rape by succesfull well respected men
and everyone said it was blasphemy
it's not easy but it could be worse
believe you me
she's beautiful on the inside
and soo many soo called sane people
are beautiful outside
but uglier than sin if you ask me
Buried deep between the cracks,
a photograph from yesterday,
I hold it now, within my hand,
as if between the hills and hollows
a childhood bond that we once borrowed
can take me back to days of old
Who am I when I see your face?
One glance and I am me again
A side of me I might forget
comes flooding back like summer rain
refreshing dusty old refrains
that come with smiles, and not of sorrow
I'll hold within today, ... tomorrow..
Who am I when I look close?
The child in me is born again
A "me" I thought I'd tucked away
Until I cast my eyes and see
Two chums two friends, who used to be
In your face, a trace of me
is still alive, a younger me who worshiped you
who looked into the summer night
and made a wish, while you did too,
and promised stars with all our might,
that we would never drift apart
But life moves on, and so did we,
beyond the wish we made long nights
when we held our hands, and felt a bond
as young friends do,...perhaps beyond
We sat upon the old porch floor
In the chill of summer nights
and drew upon the heat that leaked
beneath the threshold of the door
Our eyes would struggle through the dark
to skies so sodden with the stars
Our childhood friendship is a bond
that returns to me in darker times
it whittles away the cruelest tears
and through the years, you come to me
and by the hand you still take me
back to the land of "used to be"
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POET. UNDERTAKER
Contest Name: Appreciate platonic relationships
When my hollow present blows
The dying embers in the heart grate
A fond childish Cinders glows up
The frozen black memory melts past colours,
A sparkle of rainbow recollections,
As I walk up on our trodden pavement
I saw a slash of sea between houses
Thy red dress like a bright red boat
Sink in golden sand, blue fishing nets
Brown fort walls, green lichen beach,
My soul speaks, my lips moves
A frequency of meetings, a wave of hugs
As I net to catch these moments
Like A street urchin’s yellow fists
Holding the rainbow in his tiny grasp
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
By Curtis Johnson
Over the years, through the valleys, over the hills and mountains, I have come to believe. In good times and bad, in stormy experiences that made me sad, or in seasons of joy that made me glad; In the dark nights of pain, or in the brightest days when I thought that I never deserved such blessed gains. In times when I was spanked by the moon, frowned upon by the stars, or awakened and kissed by the rising sun; When life was tough, and every path it seems was rough; when some dreams did not come true, but crashed at my feet; Through poverty and disrespect; through pits of despair, and periods when it seems that heaven itself had gone silent;
There are the moments and fazes in life when we thought we had all the answers; but yet we fail to even ask the right questions. So in the midst of this life of beauty and beast, and this battle of bitter and sweet, what is it that I have come to believe?
One of the things that I have come to believe is that neither happiness nor success in life is ever achieved alone, nor yet in isolation. I have come to believe that God purposed that an understanding of duality is greater than the concept of singularity. We require connectivity in both the natural and spiritual worlds, which portray to us that everyone needs someone else.
As a child I not only had someone else, but I had someone in my life through whose eyes I could do no wrong. If God smiles on such a one with such a person, and our eyes are open to behold such love, one will never forget it. God forbid that such a person should ever be your pastor or your teacher, nor yet your father or your mother. If there is any notion, please perish the thought that that person would ever be your sister or your brother.
In my case, grandma was always there for me, believing in me, encouraging me, and making me feel truly special. I beheld and received such love, and I can only hope and pray that I shall be found worthy of such love. May I also give love unconditionally. cj010308
Winter memories that are still so vivid and bright
Those endless days playing with your mates
Snow falling when it should do, kids shouting and screaming
"It's snowing" running out, mum's shouting "Get some warm clothes on"
Scarves, balaclavas and gloves, only your face showing
Sledging in the snow, home made by dad, the lucky ones with bought ones
And the snow was proper snow, snow that came and stayed
Snow so deep you could only see your mate's head's above it.
Snow that made you want to play, sliding down hills falling on your backsides
Soaking your clothes getting your body chilled but still totally thrilled
Digging the snow off your path with dad making snowmen, huge snowmen
Who had carrot noses and coal for eyes and mouths with an old scarf around his neck to keep him warm
No cars on the road the whole street your playground
Having snow ball fights, taking sides and ganging up, wanting to be part of the best gang
Lying in the snow rolling down hills laughing and shivering
Then the darkness comes, off home to mum, she's fussing taking your wet clothes off droping them on the floor
Towels and pyjamas hung by the roaring fire, being wrapped in the warm towel mum furiously rubbing "you'll catch your death" she's saying
Pyjamas on, drinking warm milk sat on the carpet in front of the fire
Watching TV, the Flintstones, Beverly Hillbilly's maybe Huckleberry Hound and Yogi Bear.
Then it's bedtime, going up the stairs slowly not wanting to go, mum shouting after you "I'll be up in a minute"
Kneeling at the side of the bed, saying your prayers, Our Father who art in heaven.....
"Look after my mum and dad and my sister" then silently to yourself "Please God let the snow still be here tomorrow"
Bowser and Mittens, Pooh, Fluffy and I
sat with the Queen for her afternoon tea.
Minding our manners, all silent and shy -
each of us awestruck by Her Majesty.
We all were rescues, she loved us in spite,
though we were commoners, she took us in;
loved us and fed us each morning and night,
asked how our day was and where we had been.
Sought our advice on all matters of state -
whether she ought to play hopscotch or jacks,
make paper dolls, or perhaps roller skate -
always she'd come back to us to relax.
She was the Queen, but did not condescend,
took time to play with us under her tree.
Though it's been years now that she's been our friend,
we all remember our first "Royal Tea"
Written 3 Nov 2021
How sweet you were
Simple and kind
Warm and generous
Language barrier aside
Your smile spoke volumes
You sent bullies on their merry way
You had big brothers to protect you
Who made sure you were strong
May even have taught you a move or two
I was proud to be your friend
I still have the poem you wrote about your brother Diego
It showed you were a deep soul living in a child’s body
I always knew you were special
And would accomplish great things
You’re probably a doctor now somewhere or
Somehow making a difference in the world
I hope you still exude that contagious child’s laughter and joy
And are accomplishing what you set out to do on earth
You touched my life and I remember you
No less than fifty years later
I will be looking for you one day on the other side
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
2000 miles is a long way, and 50 plus years is a very long time.
It spells the time and space that have separated me and my two best
childhood friends. Back then, whether it was hay, ammonia, cowboys,
sling shots, or rubber tires, somewhere in the mix were my two friends.
Presently, there is a loving memory of Dennis and Johnnie. They were
absolutely my best childhood friends and everyday playmates. Dennis
was called "My terrible looking friend" because he never kept clean.
Johnnie was the toughest of the three of us.
One of the beautiful things about friendship is that 'the institution
of friendship' ever grows and thrives. That is to say that we lose some
and gain others. The losses are not by design but simply a fact of life.
My friendship with Dennis and Johnnie, by no plan or purpose, discontinued.
Life happens and forces us in different directions. But new friends appear.
Relatively new friends like Ruhtra Serrot, who is a very good friend.
Compared to Dennis and Johnnie, I have not known him for very long.
I think that I have known Ruhtra less than ten years.
Some friendships develop and mature over time.
Some others seem to defy the very essence of time.
They form and fashion themselves into 'deep roots'.
That's the type of friendship that I am experiencing
with my friend Ruhtra. I'd say that he is 'Rare Air'.
All due respect for those who believe in luck, but I believe that friends
are a blessing from God, and still others are 'Special Gifts' from God.
I and my family have been gifted with such friends, and they are rare.
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I know this is a big surprise!
To a friend, I fondly want to praise!
Takes me a decade back in time,
To the days we would call as our ‘prime’
Am amazed at the strong inner self that is sublime,
Love and care in abundance,
That am sure is her loved ones permanence,
Her Cheerful, chirpy self brings a big smile to people around,
Ramble queen is what she is fondly crowned,
The short bike rides from college,
The long, deep chatter times we managed
The small arguments and tiffs that was a part,
But it never ever pulled us apart,
I make comments and compliments without a second thought
Only because am sure, you know me quite a lot
The love,care and understanding that we share,
Is in this age and time very rare
I treasure this friendship that is to me very precious!
Raffish self that you are
Attached self that you are to others,
Myriad of talent that you process in dance, fashion and arts,
Adorable one that you are
Would that aptly summarize you the way you are?
I haven’t wrote to you since you went to war.
In fact much longer before you started that tour.
So I’ve taken pen, whilst you took sword.
But right now I don’t feel it’s all too mighty.
I’m struggling too much to strike a chord.
And I wonder if over there you even thought you liked me.
Remember when we used to play war with sticks and twigs,
For giddy kiddy kicks and gigs?
I fear I may have made that too fun for you.
Cause it was my imagination your enthusiasm used to tire its legs through.
We used to fight a lot and not just for pretend.
Both of us took too long with toys we’d lend.
In our angsty teens we tore the seams.
And we were both too busy trying to be men to learn to sew.
It was your mum who told me you’d enlisted.
It was for the best you always lacked that discipline she insisted.
And I agreed.
It was my mum that told me about the funeral.
Said your mum wanted me to go with her to meet your coffin still.
And I couldn’t.
we came up same building,
same busted elevator, same rumors in the walls —
three girls stacked on top of each other
like secrets whispered through radiator pipes.
6S - she’s half rican, half black,
but don’t call her half - she all attitude,
dark skin glowing when she laughs too loud,
hips slick like she dancing with nobody’s permission.
5E - 5’1 and built like a threat,
she got a stare that’ll stop you mid-lie.
she hate surprises, so we never sneak up -
she come knocking first if you do her wrong.
then me - 7N, freckles spread like stars on light skin,
red-brown hair tied up, book in my lap,
content to stay inside while they chase block heat.
they pull me out anyway - stoop nights, corner gossip,
big dreams that don’t always fit our pockets.
we so different it make no sense -
three girls shaped like soft rebellion,
like hard lessons, like love
that never needed no permission slip.
puberty tried to twist us up,
boys tried to break us open,
life threw her worst
and we just leaned closer -
me, yaphia, tarita - same building girls,
same busted elevator,
still going up.
I fear the city disappeared
it shaped me till today.
It helped me fight what I have feared
and made me find my way.
The music played, I still can hear,
it rises and it falls.
I sometimes hear the voices near
lost in cities malls.
You and I with youth and joy,
attached to streets as such.
You were just a teenage boy
and you've gone through so much.
I kept your number and your name
your face still cycles in my eyes.
I still can feel the distant shame
from hello to goodbye.
My eyes still tear to your reply,
message posted years ago.
Maybe once in small Dubai
your shadowed face will show.
A quiet little creek trickles
as I place my feet,
feel the earths bueaty,
as buetiful,
as a heart beat.
Mesmorised, entranced
by your gentle flow,
I know I have to leave
but your strains
hold me so.
Will you forever,
be tranquil,still,
for my heart tells me
you have big rivers to fill.
I sit here now
at my journeys end
and look deep into
my childhood friend,
I wonder how close
our pathes have crossed
but know, the innocence
of our youth,
was our gain
not our loss.
Angels are in heaven,
But they are also on Earth.
They aren't called angels, though.
They're called friends.
I'm extra lucky though,
Because God gave me the best ones.
Lexi, Angelica, Riley, Alec
I am blessed beyond measure.
Friends aren't just entertainment,
They are advice-givers.
They are shoulders to cry on,
They are always there.
Angelica is always there
She's sweet, she's kind.
She's one of the best,
And I'm glad she's in my life.
Lexi is funny and smart.
We have a lot in common.
She's a great advice-giver
And she's always there for me.
Riley has been there always.
We've been friends since she was a baby.
We're still really close
She's my longest friend.
Alec is the best boyfriend imaginable,
But he's also my best friend.
He's funny, he's sweet,
and he's always respected me.
These four friends are lifesavers,
Helping me in troubled times.
I love them all,
And they know it's true.
I would do anything for them,
And I know they would too.
Over the years I've learned,
Only certain friends are true.
I thank God for my friends,
They have helped me through so much.
Without them my life would be dull,
And I wouldn't have as much fun.
Thank you Lord for giving me
The best friends that could ever be.
They've always been there to help me,
To support me, to save me.
True friends are the ones who stay,
When everyone else has walked away.
They stand by your side, no matter what,
And they will never leave you alone.
My best friends are amazing.
I am so lucky I have them.
I don't know why they befriended me,
But I'm so glad they did!
Thanks again, Lord, for wonderful friends.
Thank you for letting them in my life,
Thank you for letting them stay.
Thank you, Lord, for my angels.