Best Fantasyfriend Poems
The moonbeams tripped my pillow, gently, softly
kissed my cheek. My roof a Weeping Willow,
through which a gentle breeze did speak. In the
Tulip bowl I quickly washed my face, Damsel
Flies dried me with beating wings of lace.
Slurp ! Slurp ! The Snail came trundling by,
along a silver trail he came, slowly, surely,
slowly, Silas was his name. Heading for the
cabbage patch, his one and only aim. I climbed
his silver shell and lay back for the ride, my
pockets full of golden seeds, to sow the
countryside. Poppies, Orchids, Bittersweet
and Cuckoo Flower, Pimpernel, Primrose,
Pansies and April Shower. Whilst on this
journey distress did catch my ears, Silas came
to a halt before a pool of tears. Down the
shell I did slide, kissed him on the cheek and
thanked him for the ride. Against the moon a
lonely Rose it cried, come child confide in me
a friend is at your side. The Greenfly he sinks
his teeth, my tiny buds they bleed, ripping at
my petals in his urge to feed. I dressed her
wounds with herbs and love, caressed her petals
with golden glove. Have no worry to her I say,
for I have friends at light of day. They will come
when they have heard, the flowers friend the
Ladybird. Five spot, seven spot, eight spot,
nine, on the Greenfly they will dine. Softly,
lightly, his feet will tread, standing guard
around your head. Time is late I must go,
fields and pastures I must sow. At dawns
first glance I must fade, to the safety of the
secret glade. Under the arms of the magic
Willow, my bed of moss and Lavender pillow
My Friend
There waiting wanting so much to reach out is my friend. Alone and broken hearted
beaten down to a point of no return. Afraid to reach out any more filled with despair
closed off from everything around her. What is the point when at every turn there is
sadness and rejection? No one see’s the loneliness’ inside swallowing her whole.
Desperate she can only dream of a friend to smile and laugh with.
In this deep dark recess a seed begins to grow between her and me. Together we
plan and accept the things which we cannot change. We will become a friend in all
things keeping our secrets and watching a dream take root and grow. To this I say
we can and will without anything to bring sorrow and pain. All else is just there and
has no matter. No one can take what is not shared or destroy what is not given.
What about my pain and sorrow, the loneliness that flows through my veins? My
broken and lonely heart that trust no more which feels it could never mend. It has
turned to that dark place where only I can go and understand. No more to allow
another to cause hurt and sadness. I find myself to be my friend and trust no other.
As we whisper and dream our life begins again. Just you and I alone we trust no
other. My friend it’s you right here where you have always been waiting wanting to
reach out. The one I can smile and laugh with. My inner self has come alive.
Debbie Knapp
With sword in hand awaiting the bandit band,
I see an old friend that I know I can depend,
Death is here blood glistening on his spear,
With a mighty shout waving my blade about,
I rush towards my foe to strike a mighty blow,
For if I fall I will lose not all,
For my friend is here and I shall not fear,
For he will avenge me even if it takes years.