Best Confidant Poems
You are tragedy incarnate.
You're the whisper to the sky
That tore the world asunder
And you didn't need to try
Absolute opacity
at maximum capacity
Fill your mind up endlessly
With all the never meant to be
Wretched be this parasitic tag along you hide.
That filth you feed is evil, and it's time it ing died.
Betrothed be to misery, In confidant confide.
Hells nowhere you chose to be, It's always there inside.
Welcome. I find you're here again.
Funny how I catch you creeping back in now and then.
Used to be you'd stay as long as I cared not to care.
Now that I look back I left a lot of myself there.
The weight of all this emptiness, alleviates the (w)hole.
Now the mind is paralysed, it must destroy the soul.
Siphoning your entity to nurture the abyss.
Taking away everything to only give you this.
Seas are awfully rough, I hope the maelstrom abides.
The swift and gentle bliss, of her chaotic tides.
She will sooner drown me than she shift a single drop.
But the journey isn't over cause the journey doesn't stop.
Careful! I'm only here to help.
I saw that you were wounded, thought I'd nurse you back to health.
You're not captured.
Though it seems I've been myself.
Have some things that you might need.
Guess just time if nothing else..
Perhaps you'll share some with me?
We'll keep it for ourselves.
You are mercy here incarnate
You're the whisper at our side
That lulled the world to slumber
So you didn't need to hide
Seems in another place and time,
You are truly my partner in crime.
I think I was a happy child yet wish I had more joy
In things that mattered most to this little heart of mine.
An ear to listen to my woes and comfort me when sad
but this I did not get from my loving mom and dad.
As a child I could not speak of things that mattered most
Parents did not have time to talk nor share a child’s concerns.
My hopes and fears stayed bottled up in an over burdened heart
filled with questions I feared to ask.
At the tender age of six I found a lifelong friend
And every year since then I shared my thoughts with Him
He never turned his back on me nor lay a scolding hand.
I talked to Him in innocence blaming Him for everything.
Yet in many ways He showed He cared
though I don’t remember thanking Him
for the good days we shared
But I remember blaming him when I was sad or mad.
I talked about the way He let me suffer hurts in vain
friends should stick together I’d say..through thick and thin
I swore at Him if I stomped my toe or bruised my little knees
And since I could not hear His reply I’d utter words
like these.
You know I am disappointed you let me down my friend
I thought you loved me too.
Why would you let a friend be hurt I wouldn’t do the same to you.
Yet despite all the cruel things I said He remained my
steadfast friend.
He probably shook His head in wonder every time I swore
Or blamed Him, for not standing up for me a little more.
Did I but know that hardship was His way of making me
spiritually strong, ready to face whatever hardship came along.
He speaks to me with words and signs I cannot now ignore
The older I grow I understand His way even more.
He comforts me every day blessing me in many ways
Thank you God for being forever,
my confidante … my friend.
Your disguise is perfect and given off with style
If only he had known when you were coming down the aisle
A secret spilled that would inflict nothing but pain
The revolution I feel for you I can hardly contain
With a laugh and a smile you reveal a broken promise
The day you lit the fire and began it with a kiss
Lying is not the only thing you did with your mouth that day
Thoughts of him and your children keep me from giving it all away
Go on and pretend to live in your fantasy dream
For in time the haze will disperse and reveal your vile scheme
Of this principle, we should be CONVINCED.
If I said it to you in CONFIDENCE,
Would it lie in RESIDENCE, nevermore
to surface, even by ACCIDENT?
Would it never be exercised as EVIDENCE;
not even to come to one's DEFENCE?
Would it never ascend from the cave pits,
nor used in any way as VENGEANCE?
Let the uttered words confided in a trusted
one remain in CAPTIVITY, chained at the heart;
there to reside for ETERNITY, and only brought
into judgment by the ALMIGHTY God.
051223PSCtest. Brian Strand.
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1216
those friends I have known
I can't tell you anything
you're still my brothers
More hours spent speaking with him than anyone else
Needing good advice and wisdom, - he offers a wealth
Paths crossed first, at thirteen, he was dating my mother
Subsequent twenty five years see friendship as no other
My father had dissolved overseas, no influence on my life
'Uncle' John took daunting job of teaching me how to drive
His honest recount of his younger life, experience of LSD
Described the risk and tumult I assessed was not for me
As an adult, through burgeoning occurrences, able to listen
To current worries, angst Uncle John feels, give my wisdom
Throughout my pregnancy with Opal, discarded by her Dad
John, my dear crutch, shared my woes, truest support I had
Eight years later, gladly we remain empathetic companions
Phone calls compile moreish hours, kin without comparison
21st October 2020
Written for Contest : From The Heart
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
- Judged N/A on 28th October 2020
Submitted for Constance La France
N/A Contest for October
3rd November 2020
... Then it sunk in you were gone,
no more moments, laughs, or cries to share,
just my writing of poetry to get me along,
through this cross that I was given to bear.
Events taking place as I'm thrown,
thrown in it's pits and no escape in sight,
I am living a life I never have known,
& have never learned of from lessons in life.
So unprepared for the pain endured,
by my slaughtered heart killed with yours,
hearing the news of you left me torchered ,
by events & it's pits I have been reborn.
I became an angry, and hopeless person,
bitter from the loss of your life I took so hard,
affected so badly I've lost sight of me as a person,
& reborn to become what I despised just to start.
Seeking relief of your memory in any way,
turning to all kinds of the evil surrounding me,
praying to meet with you again someday,
but not going till I find you didn't die in vain.
We went through times so good and so hard,
we did many things bad and good too,
why did it all go wrong and drift so far,
because all memories good or bad, was with you.
I'll miss you dearly and for you I will change my ways,
that being reborn has forced upon my acts & thoughts,
you'll forever be known,while your body now lays,
from a pointless act of violence in a dirt covered box.
... Then it sunk in you were gone,
I saw you pale dressed up and just lying there
just my writing of poetry now to get me along,
through this cross that I was given alone to bear.
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Buried deep in its pages
are traces of the trail
taken by a life lived by
trial and error
Thoughts and ideas floating
around light as a feather
A few profound ones maybe,
some sincere and others
just silly really
prayers, hopes and dreams
leave their mark in there
all my fears laid out bare
and clues to finding my realm
nestled between the lines
Bits of me caught in the text
by ink and glued on with love
for the word and wonder at
the mysteries of the world
my tears captured and preserved
as they flow through my memories
watering repressed anger, outrage
regret, grief,excitement, passion
and even joy on occasion
at times washing away the salt
from my weeping wounds
tiny rivers of emotion snaking
through a life well hidden
between pressed pages
My journal is my confidant,
Its confines conceal secrets
some not even my own
A trusty friend, even when I'm
being a crusty fiend
My steady ride or die
On life’s often bumpy road
At times even my confessional
where I can unburden my heart
Its been a good reminder
when I forget crucial details
And proved to be a very precise
time keeper on our varied travels
It lays right next to my head
under my pillow at night
Away from prying eyes but
still close enough to my mind
for us to hold fellowship
in our intertwined dreams
and wake up aligned as one
Confidant
Confidant
Confidant am eye the daughter kept my secret. Eye never told a sole of her plans
at all she loves her mother faithfully. A better daughter is not to be found on this
side of the mason dixon line she is the image of the one eye love the image as
the rising son. The life that HE has afforded me came screaming from above the
sky love one another is the message breathed. The daughter is the reason why
eye pray in the morning light. The honey bee came to the cactus patch and got
some food all over her wings to carry home to hive. The flowers barley opened up
she did not stay long she did not give up but she flew away to try some more she
had to make her score. Eye love the mother very much but now eye love her
daughter even more for her abscence from our correspondance has made my
heart grow fonder of her secret kept
in larder full of love.
he has always felt alone
his family is broken
his dad is abusive
he only tells one person what he feels
he loves her
he tries to tell her but he can't get it out right
she knows he loves her
she tries to keep it friendly
she's never mean to him
she doesn't realize everything he needs her to be for him
she tell him everything she feels
he's been more distant lately
he knows she needs someone else
he's broken inside
his only confidant has stopped confiding
he feels alone again
she knows she shouldn't ice him out
she does it anyways
she doesn't want anyone to get hurt
she tries to be there, but she stopped talking about the important things
she only talks about casual things now
he doesn't want her to know she's the only one he tells this stuff to
he can't bare the thought of losing her
he wants her to be his
he wants to feel loved or at least cared for
he wants her to care again
he needs her to come back
he needs to tell her everything his dad has done
he needs to say what he's never been able to say
he doesn't know how
she talks about the other guy again
she says that she loves the guy
she says that guy is all she ever wanted
she breaks him down with every moment
he knows he'll never measure up
he gets so torn over friendship and love
he wants to be enough
he doesn't know how to handle it
he can't tell her any of his this
he doesn't know what to do
she hears he's gone
she'll never be the same again
she will always remember the times she had with him
she'll always cherish those moments; when he was still here
A surface made of ice
Its fingers work into my mind
I run to isolation
But my darkness must confide
The perfect winter wasteland
The pretty flavour of my truth
I must despair for something
My life was formed within the noose
A lonely bitterness
I’ll justify my world for you
And when I make you go
I’ll split my reason into two
I’ll complicate my lies
Only so I never fade
But when this doesn’t work
I’ll slip back down into the shade
Oh yes, I really love you
I love that I can still exist
But your face is far away
And if it reaches I resist
Compare my every nothing
To the reality that’s me
We’ll find that I am dying
We’ll find that I must make you see
"You know that feeling,
When you are kneeling
Saying prayers,
To that God who cares
For something that your really want,
Hopeful in Him your confidant
To calm your anxiety,
By rewarding your piety
And lighten your heavy heart,
From blessings prayers impart
To know that all will be ok,
And that emptiness will go away
With kneeling words unspoken,
From a heart that is open
That we may receive,
All that we need
But prayer requires a belief,
In God to provide relief
For those critical decisions before you,
Or whatever else is a heavy burden too
When you can’t handle it by yourself,
For some answers aren’t just sitting on a shelf
Life is complicated to understand,
Which is why we look to God commands
To help us find our way,
As we kneel and pray
That all that should be,
Will be
Today,
And everyday
When I was young, I felt very sad
Then Frisky arrived and I was glad
He was a “trashbin rescue with smile,
missing-eye wonder made of soft pile”
He came with me just everywhere
And I whispered secrets in his ear
He was my favorite in the world
My friend when I was a little girl
I know he dried many of my tears
Especially my in-between years
Yes, Frisky was around evcn then
He was a dog that I called a friend
We talked over things. he didn't tell
He couldn't read yet, or even spell
We grew together, but I grew fast
And soft toy dogs can't seem to last.
Looking back now, as days become old
Sometimes I would like Frisky to hold
Soft-hearted toy and my confidant
The best friend a little girl could want.