Best Friendliest Poems
guided streams of bright lights few squeeze through a crystal tight sky
colours this nature scene brand new a freshly baked pumpkin spiced pie
a random popsicle purple glaze
a toddler's finger painted blaze
the friendliest of all the river trees
dances calmly with a random breeze
the sun dives into his liquid bronze fate
as the wild plants wave back to placate
daily harmony here come with ease
while humans struggle just to appease
Hello today how are you having a wonderful day,
Sun shining you stunning having a wonderful day,
The clouds so clear blue ocean flying away.
The breeze so chill mellow relax summer,
Only May does she call her brother for the wrong lies,
Twisted you know why for life goes on,
So I'm trying to fly to see better days,
What lies is lies that tell lies to fill more with lies that your confuse to decide,
Soon I could tell you some advice before you jump from the edge inside watch your life commit suicide in front of your eyes.
It's a wonderful day ain't it but for me I ruin it,
I aggravated the most friendliest girl,
For thoughts argue aggressively among themselves,
Cooking up til one makes a mistake burst of energy spills.
A wonderful day but it rains today,
Moist atmosphere mid fog cemetery,
Paying homage to the dead,
Even Squidward ain't far way.
4/2/16
Joe found himself in a bit of a rut
So, he bought himself the friendliest mutt
Bow-wow, lick-lick, slurp-slurp
Joe's space that mutt usurped
Not room enough for them both in Joe's hut
True earth
crowded with the familiar facial form:
chalked on concrete
crayoned by children,
squirted on birthday cakes,
in camera with teeth all whitened,
portraited, imitated, formulated.
We don't wake up
until we see it.
We plaster it on
birds or cats or pigs.
We laugh and laugh.
How much these creatures
imitate. want to be us,
replace us, take part with us.
We don't honor the fishes,
except maybe the friendliest kind.
Resent the arthropod, lobster,
spider, insect
that appear to spite us.
Daddy Can We Have A Doggy
It was like yesterday when dear little Sally was only aged eight..
That I remembered for she had wanted a little doggy for a friend..
Aw, Josh the neighbour has just have the cutest puppy I have ever seen…
Daddy, is it alright if after school I get to go over and play with it…
Daddy, daddy, please get me a little doggy, a hairy one just like Autumn…
Autumn may be hairy, but it is the cutest, the smartest and the friendliest doggy …
Though it broke my heart, my wife and I decided against having a dog for the moment…
Don’t remember how but we did somehow helped Sally get over the disappointment…
Growing up, our lovely Sally put on inches and excelled in racket sports alright…
The daily grind has been school, homework , revision and sports practice, time was tight..
Suddenly she hit fourteen, she’s a teenager and and she is excelling in her chosen sport…
Studies still come first as she delicately balances studies, friends and practice in sports..
The neighbour’s dog Autumn has long passed on while Josh now is in some college…
As a family, we have been busy and it is surprising to realise 6 years have rolled on….
Just this evening, out of the blue, just like that, Sally my teenaged sports icon said…
Daddy, daddy, I miss good old Autumn the dog. Daddy, daddy, can we have a doggy…
Daddy, can we have a doggy, please?
Nerd, geek, loser, shy and sweet
The friendliest girl you'll ever meet
But don't have a lot of friends
It is real, not pretend
That sometimes I get lonely
Wishing that others would only
Accept me for who I am
Then maybe I finally can
Go out and have laughs and fun
Knowing somethings new begun
But because I do not try
Things that other people like
I am left out all the time
Look inside me and you'll find
A girl who will be so true
If I just had the chance to
I always put others first
Kindness fills me and will burst
Onto new friends if they could
Let me in then they would
Know who I am meant to be
These words are so truthfully
Spoken from my heart with care
And will never disappear
I treat others with respect
But all I get is neglect
When I try to fit right in
It will all begin again
Strangers always look at me
With eyes that will turn snarky
When we start to talk they learn
Things about me that will burn
Into their minds because I
Do not drink, do drugs, or lie
And have only been with one
Guy since dating has begun
Things in my past made me who
I think is someone rare and true
I just want one chance to prove
With my friendship you wont lose
I like who I am and will not change
Don't ask me to re-arrange
The person I am inside
Accepting me would be so nice
He's of a bright yellow and auburn color,
and Autumn leaves match his feathers well;
what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill...
and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler!
Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds
by using slings and stones to bring them down,
and then watch them die by inflicting more pain;
that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals!
Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal
with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom,
if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom!
Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall!
He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile,
and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away
by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple;
would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me?
Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers,
but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters,
not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!"
Watch them in their habitat: you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life!
Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family,
I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled;
I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived!
Did God send this bird to me...to test me how compassionate I would be?
Driftwood on the water's surface
Slowly splintering apart
A kiss of a violent wave
As rain begins to fall
The eyes see so much
But they see nothing without hands
Without touch
Everything is an illusion
Life is fake and real
Fakes are the friendliest
Realists are the meanest
Divine what you will
A word has a thousand meanings
When spoken aloud
It is given inflection
And loses most of them
A question with no answer
An answer without a question
One who always speaks
Is one who never listens
Realism clashes with idealism
In the echoes of a chamber
Listen to the same repeated ideas
A lie spoken often enough becomes true
The loneliest smile the most
And laugh the loudest
Nobody looks into eyes so somber
And sees a soul worth saving
Like driftwood a soul drifts
Life is the water ripping it apart
Over time those fragments fade
As if never there
Last year had just met you about this time
Now have dozens of friends, a very long line
It stretches far and wide all over the globe
What a wonderful way to travel life's road
You poets are amazing without any doubt
The friendliest group, wanna dance and shout
Feel very lucky, one of a very select few
Welcomed warmly with friendships so true
Can't find the words to express how I feel
Overwhelmed by the love, it's very surreal
So happy to be part of this loving community
Really impressed with it's boundless energy
Much time has passed and I'm as thrilled as ever
To be part of P-Soup, it's an absolute treasure
© Jack Ellison 2013
A funny thing happened to me just the other day.
The friendliest cat came to my door wanting to play.
He was meowing like crazy, peering in through the screen,
As if calling to someone it’d been a while since he'd seen.
I said, “Well, hello little kitty. What is it you want?
I’ve never seen you before. Are you just out for a jaunt?”
He was an orange and white Tabby with a depth in his eyes.
Of all the cats I’ve known, he was the most lovable guy.
As I petted him gently, he met my every touch.
He loved all the attention and just couldn’t get enough.
I gave him some ham scraps and some water to drink.
He gobbled it all up; then was gone in a blink.
A few days went by when one night I couldn’t sleep.
I stepped outside beneath the lamppost on our street.
I looked up at the stars as I so often do,
And talked to God and loved ones who are up there, too.
I thought I’d sure like to see that cute, friendly cat.
And right at that moment, he appeared! Just like that!
He came out from underneath the cars in our drive,
And walked right to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes!
We were both so overjoyed as if long lost friends
Who were finally able to embrace once again.
He squirmed with such delight at my every stroke.
In his eyes, I saw my friend Teddy—that’s no joke.
You see, Teddy was my life-long friend who sadly died.
I miss him every day and often look for “a sign.”
I asked the cat, “Are you Teddy?” Our eyes locked in a gaze.
Just then, as if answering, he raised one paw to my face.
He reached up with his paw and gently touched my chin.
It gave me goosebumps because I just knew it was him!
In awe, it took me a few moments to take this all in.
Then, I said goodbye to my friend, "Hope to see you again."
The next morning in the yard he played wild and carefree.
He was running and jumping and climbing a tree.
That’s the last time I saw him—don't know where he could be,
Or whom he belongs to, but I sure wish it was me!
I wonder, was it Teddy visiting me as a cat?
Maybe, just maybe? I’d like to think it was fact.
I’d sure love to see "my old lovable new friend,"
But, seems he’s vanished—I haven't seen him since then.
If my friend ever does pay me a visit again,
I think I might keep him, if it is all right with him.
I went surfing on the Internet in the year Two Thousand Five
When I chanced on Poetry Soup and paused there for a bit.
I read some of the poetry and posted some of mine,
Then turned away without a clue how to get back to it.
The words languished in their mystery home for a total of four years,
No one had commented, they must have thought my poems were freaks,
Until one day my email opened with a message from the Soup.
To tell me my poem was featured on their home page for two weeks.
With the link that Soup forwarded I returned back to the site,
And found my poem and new comments that were so very kind.
So I’ve been a faithful member since the year Two Thousand Nine
In this friendliest, happiest, poetry place that one could ever find.
I thought perhaps you’d like to see
The poem that was the start of me.
Lost Words
Sometimes I catch them easily,
The words I’m reaching for,
At other times watch helplessly
As they crash to the floor.
I try to reassemble but
They’ve landed in a jumble.
I grab too fast for floaters and
My chair and I both tumble.
Susie thinks it is hilarious
And joins into the fun.
Before she hears my “stop”, she has
Already swallowed one.
I am truly very sorry
There are no poems from me.
You will know why when I tell you
My dog ate my poetry.
Written: 8/8/04
Now with over thirteen hundred postings,
I’m trying hard to earn my way
In this assemblage of fine poets.
Thanks for allowing me to stay.
Written: 1/26/13
Flirtation is a game many of us like to play
It’s a way of showing someone that I like you in the friendliest of ways
But some play too rough and end up hurting those who are not tough
However flirting can be fun especially when the game is done
Flirtation possesses many different forms
It may be sweet or kind
Or revealed to others who were blind
It maybe secret done in a way that others may not see
It can even be dangerous planning dastardly evil deeds
Flirtation is a rather unusual thing
You’ll never know what a simple flirt here or there may bring
Some might take you seriously without even realizing
Flirtation involves those who are wise
Who know how to play the game, with every disguise
They know what’s at stake but still they are willing to play
One thing that’s important, is knowing exactly what to say
The target is usually someone who is rather naïve
That way the player doesn’t need an extra trick up their sleeve
It’s a game of chance really, you can either win or loose
The mystery lies in who is the player going to choose?
A friend is one of the nicest things you can have,
and one of the best things you can be-
A friend is a living treasure, in which you must save,
if you have one, you have the most valuable gifts,
for anyone to see-
A friend is the one who will always be beside you,
through all the laughter, and each and every tear-
a friend is the one person you can always look up to,
the one person who will take away all of your fear-
A friend is the one person, you can always open up to,
the wonderful person who always believes in you-
one who never passes judgement, when everyone always seem to,
A friend loves you, for just being you-
A friend is a sanctuary, with the friendliest smile,
A friend is a hand, that is always holding yours-
A friend will never tease, or make fun of your style,
a friend will always take care of you, and bandage
up your sores-
A friend is someone who is always there,
no matter how close, or far apart you may be-
A friend is the one who will always, always care,
so being someone's friend, is an honor to you and me-
A friend is the door that is always open,
A friend is the one whom you can give your key-
A friend is there, when you having trouble copen,
A friend will be your eyes, when you can not see-
A friend is one of the nicest things you can have,
and one of the best things that you can be-
but be careful who you trust, it's your heart they'll stave,
always keep your eyes open, and you'll see-
A friend is a feeling that is always in your heart,
and you will know it from the very start-
Predictable advice, the only kind that’s ever given
I mean, is it true? Does time really heal all wounds?
Because my wounds are still covered in scabs,
Cracking around the edges
And I’m still waiting for time to come and save me,
But it hasn’t
How could it be true,
If time’s supposed to heal all wounds why haven’t mine healed yet?
By now;
My body should be covered in scars
And my bones;
Filled with bruises
But instead, my wounds are still gaping - fluently bleeding around the surface
So I guess it’s true, time hasn’t been in my favor
Nor on the darkest days, the friendliest neighbor
But time did teach me, the key to patience
And how to be my own savior
Time may not heal all wounds or even any at best,
But it can still teach you, how to accept
This very night for him is the friendliest
For shadowy darkness is at its most potent,
With no sound apart from that of total silence
And the air is thick with the sense of suspense.
Within his own dwelling he walks in the dark,
His every step hushed in stealthily walk
To evade obscure shadows that lies all about
In a gloom that’s as black as the purpose he’s bound.
—Steel toes that go, “Click, clack, ”
Is the Grim Reaper’s in the dark.
Upon each flight of stairs are the same cautious steps,
A predator sly on a hunting tread;
Grim masks the face that is fraught of emotions,
Though only held back by his serious intention.
The clandestine footfalls stop by the door
Of the Master’s chamber, to see therein lies in store
What he expected: the wife sleeping on the bed
And a person that comes twilight soon shall be dead.
—the hammer pulled back, “Click, clack, ”
Is the knell of death in the dark.
The night, of a sudden, does not want to be friendly,
The shadowy darkness can only be deadly,
With thunders that ripped straight through the silence
And his sanity shattered in a second of weakness.
Within his own chamber, he sits in the dark,
Staring at two corpses whose last stare was blank;
With deliberate gentleness his last act was subtle,
He closed his eyes and bit on the barrel.