Best Friends Poems
I walked out to a cottonwood
Who lives out in the hay
And since he had no livelihood
Decided I would stay
A root of his became my chair
He sighed and gently swayed
As silently he cleaned the air
I rested in his shade
I told him 'bout my neighborhood
The miles I walked each day
But if he cared in all likelihood
I knew he'd never say
Though it was just a short affair
His kindness was displayed
And as I left I was aware
A new friend had been made
Daniel Turner
Tell me
how did we get here
at a swishing swapping party?
(The voices echo in emptiness)
Bubbly cheerful and happy, naked and raw
forever bachelors Larry and Harry,
and the hot mom and the pool boy
go flash dancing with dawn!
Be warned, winkydinks
I had a Martini: ok, maybe four
I don't accept or understand
the drunken Socrates and his ouzo -
he’s the beast with eyes too kind!
What was it like back then ...
on being offered cheese as a dessert -
my blue cheese is a dark, reddish brown ...
Did you know
Hell hath no donuts !
20 Titles From 20 Friends Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
7/18/19
Titles Used -
Tell Me - Poem by Ilene Bauer
How Did We Get Here D M Babbit
at ‘A Swishing Swapping Party’ by Paul Callus
The Voices Echo in Emptiness by Eve Roper
Bubbly Cheerful And Happy by Anne-lise Andresen
Naked And Raw by Maurice Yvonne
Forever Bachelors Larry and Harry by Carolyn Devonshire
The Hot Mom and The Pool Boy by Tim Smith
Flash dancing with dawn! by Connie Marcum Wong
Be warned, winkydinks by Gershon Wolf
I Had a Martini: Ok, Maybe Four by Lin Lane
I Don't Accept or Understand by Dear Heart
The Drunken… by Pashang Salehi
Socrates and his Ouzo by Arthur Vaso
The Beast with Eyes Too Kind by Andrea Dietrich
What was it like back then by Curtis Moorman
On being offered cheese as a dessert by Nina Parmenter
My Blue Cheese is a Dark, Reddish Brown by Mike Gentile
Did you Know by Alexis Y
Hell Hath No Donuts by Michelle Faulkner
This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Constance La France, using some of her poem titles. This is, again, inspired by the "Title Wave" contest that was sponsored by our Soup member Richard Lamoureux last year. Thank you Richard Lamoureux for the inspiration and thank you dear Constance for the wonderful titles in pages and pages of poems you had contributed to Soup and I enjoyed writing this. I wish that I/we find time to read more of the beautiful inspiring poems of Constance, that she has contributed to Soup. (Below, the titles I have used for this tribute for Constance are in quotes. I have not capitalized the words within the titles as they were.)
"In my dreamy spring garden",
I often hear the "melody of dawn".
"The birds call me" as they know
how much I revel in listening to their songs.
When I close my eyes, at times, I hear
"the fluttering feather" of birds and I feel
they wish to chit-chat with me.
"Wandering in nature" in my dreamy garden
"where memories linger"
I see the "sunrise, gold and yellow":
a "breathtaking" view indeed.
"In meadows of sun", I see
a beautiful "hummingbird"
rapidly "fluttering" his translucent wings
"oh! sweet hummer".
As "the beauty of birds" enthrall me,
in a sweet corner of a tree branch,
two "birds in love" were preening each other
"oh! happy spring".
The fine "tapestry of nature"
as seen in my enchanting garden
invites all kinds of birds
with bright colourful "feathers".
My garden is a safe haven for birds
"where the bluebirds sing".
My soul is soothed by the sweet song of "nightingale".
"A bird of green is singing",
Aw! what a melody -
"Oh, the echo of birds chirping" and
the warble of "the bird vireo"
bring harmony here to stay:
"A gang of sparrows"
are seen "flying in the sky"
"oh! how heavenly"
now, "I would like to fly away", along with them!
Date: 01/17/2022
Please speak to me my lovely friend
With leaves stirred softly by the wind
Under enchanted autumn sky
Where your susurrate sounds drift by.
Sing soft melodies in choir
As leaves glow as if on fire.
I feel your abject dying pain
When wet and cold from chilling rain.
I remember spring at your birth,
How you brightened verdant earth.
And then in summer your soft shade
Where under your cool leaves I laid.
You always spoke or sang to me
While holding close your mother tree.
But now in autumn's silver sky
Soft spoken leaves whisper goodbye.
© Connie Marcum Wong
September 17, 2016 Poem of the Day
Leaves talking - Poetry Contest N/A
Sponsor John Lawless
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere you like.
No, not at my table,
No, not on my chair.
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere.
I invited you,
I opened up my home.
Oh, I changed my mind,
It is a vaulted tome.
Sit anywhere.
Come into my house,
You really are not welcome.
You are a phantom guest,
And a sadly, unwanted pest,
Yet still...
Sit anywhere.
It is a perfect place,
You should have been more proud,
Just to be invited,
And permitted, in the crowd.
Sit anywhere.
With rules and hidden spaces.
And a common thought out plan,
You do not fit, so do not sit,
“Sit anywhere”.
Friends are like stars
Steady, glittery and bright
Embossed perfectly
With their yellow-white
To the black velvet
Of our dreary minds
Adorning them with
Eternal sparkles of light
Inspiring us with their
Deep keen insights -
Each one unique
Of it's own kind;
Friends are like stars
Luminous and lustrous
Radiating rays of hope
When in darkness we grope
As life's harried hassles
Leave us doomed and baffled
Eclipsing the brightness and
Cheeriness of our souls -
Each one glinting
With its warm glow.
Date: 08/08/2022
For Simile Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
By Starlight
How proud stands the willow
in silhouette of twilight skies.
The willow never weeps alone,
tears of joy stream down cheeks
at the footbridge where she
touched the water, where
Moonbeams dance
In the land beneath falling stars,
In the land of purple thunder as
Lightning strikes in an interlude to a
Fleeting rainstorm revealing
Hidden beauty in moon glow.
O, how heavenly!
A Rendezvous, echoing of ethereal eyes
In a magical stairway to the stars...
Whisper me a song, my love, a soul song.
She dreams of sentient stars forged by fire
In universal streams of light as she
Gazes wistfully heaven bound.
7-19-19
*Names of the poets whose titles are
incorporated into my poem:
Proud Stands the Willow by CayCay Jennings
Silhouette by Paul Callus
The Willow Never Weeps Alone by Sandra Adams
At the Footbridge by Jan Allison
She Touched the Water by Richard Lamoureux
Moon Beams Dance by Gershon Wolf
In the Land Beneath Falling Stars by Robert Lindley
The Land of Purple Thunder by Mike Gentile
Lightning Strikes by Kim Rodrigues
Fleeting Rainstorm by Vijay Pandit
Hidden Beauty By John Fleming
In Moon Glow by Andrea Dietrich
O, how heavenly by Dear Heart
A Rendezvous by Kurt Ravidas
Echoing of Ethereal Eyes by Winged Warrior
Stairway to the Stars by Carolyn Devonshire
Whisper Me a Song, My Love by Victor Buhagiar
Soul Song by Greg Barden
Forged by Fire by Eve Roper
Streams of Light by Caren Krutsinger
20 titles from 20 friends Poetry Contest ~Second Place~
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
There is much to be said about the value of friends
Those who lift us up when we try to make amends
A crutch to help us stand when we stumble and fall
Hit us with the power of truth, thrown like a fast ball
They offer welcoming shoulders to receive our tears,
Teach us the importance of choosing to change gears
To stand with us against the barbs of disgruntled foes
Refrain from judging when we've caused other's woes
Those who are patient listeners, offering us their ears
They dry our weepy eyes, smile at us and say, "Cheers."
We love their tender mercies in forgiving us our faults
Honoring them humbles us, and their character it exalts.
I carry our friendship in my mind
And like a “Welcome Home” banner
It warms my heart.
When I see flowers in bloom
I think of your poetry;
How your words paint such colorful,
Vivid tapestries.
Even on the greyest of days
They brighten my world,
Shed light on my emotions,
Lift my spirits, and give comfort to my soul.
We are kindred spirits in our love of nature,
The gift of children and the wonder of the
Animal kingdom, how it nurtures us in love,
Inspires us to want to share through
Poetry the beauty of this planet.
When you write of waterfalls
I feel the cool mist on my face.
When you write of trees
I see their lovely trunks and limbs
And how closely they resemble people.
When you write about the wayward wind
An awesome chill cloaks my body.
As you relate the power of the moon
I feel her tug at my emotions and
Her authority as she reigns over the seas.
The contrast of serenity and excitement
Abound when you speak of the sparkling
Stars, their soft glow or burst of beauty as they
Burn a bright light through a cobalt sky.
Tears of joy stream down my smiling face
As you describe the sunrise and sunset
In a rainbow of hues from silver to scarlet.
It leaves me breathless in awed elation.
Each season offers a new delight in what you write
And our friendship grows deeper and more
Meaningful with each creation.
When you write of love, I feel loved.
You are a blessing and a joy in my life.
I carry our friendship in my mind.
© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong
You told me we’d always be friends
Out of the blue our friendship ends
I was your ‘forever friend’ - you told me so
Now you simply don’t want to know
Thought you the one on who I could rely
A comforting shoulder when I wanted to cry
A shining beacon that brought me light
Our friendship was a pure delight
You vanished, didn’t say a word
Now all my questions go unheard
No reply I need so much to know why
How could you not have said good bye!
A tear I shed as I think of you tonight
Of all that was so happy and bright
I love you still more than you could know
I am desolate that I cannot tell you so
Soul mate and friend we were one
Linked in a bond that could not be undone
Yet here I sit the bond broken
My heart aches, my pain unspoken
Nauseating thoughts about noxious, and demeaning words
that smell worse than stinking socks on sweaty feet ,
replay in my head making me feel so small .
They swell in my mind , twisting my stomach,
urging me to throw up poisonous venom
of false accusations ,you've pumped into my blood stream.
But I know then , that after I regurgitate ,
this migraine you've caused will be gone, I will be relieved.
I will celebrate the accomplishment of living
without ever thinking of your existence again.
This time there'll be no effort to repair
nor would I feel the need to defend myself
for things I didn't do. This time I make no wrong decisions.
No , I will not be coming back to your illusional lies'parasites.
No, I will not cling to memories of better times ,
and inseparable moments, of sugar coated sweetness
and diabetic aftermath. My subconscious will memorise ,
but only the final act of your dramatic moods.
Our friendship is at permanent loss
But , I won't waste precious time scattering its ashes
nor mourning its death. No there 'll be no regret .
I will walk away from you , from all We ever had ,
I'll let new arms embrace me , and steal me from our past.
This is a revised poem . A big thankyou to all of those who helped me
with their suggestions.
Where would I be without Casarah and Tim?
Would I remain here or just leave on a whim
Usually first to make a comment on my latest write
Both commenting on people’s poems even late at night
They lift my spirits so much during a dark dark day
Join in the banter when my world's in disarray
Continue with the humour and post poems in reply
Make me laugh so much a tear forms in my eye
Incredible poets in their own right
Reading their poems is a sheer delight
Tim’s an incredible dad
Casarah an adoring mum
Little Abby one day a poet will become
Just want to say thank you to such loyal friends
Let us be here for each other so our friendship never ends
Love and Hugs to you both
Jan ***
6th August 2014
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
The door seems far, far away
Little steps take me to the entrance
Through it, the highway drones a lonely blur
I can look at old photographs, without blinking through tears
Friends I remember glow with fantastic colors!
Purple and peach, burgundy and blue, crimson and cream!
Laughter spills in lollipops when they see me!
I want to savor every flavor!
Show them the peace, our friendship endured!
United again, we skip across the Milky Way!
Catching up with the Comet Hale Bop!
For a fantastic ride!
Man loves friends
Babies have toys as friends
Children have peer groups as friends
Young men like making friends
Friends can become spouses
Entrepreneurs have ambitions and dreams
as friends
Stars are friends of the moon
The splendid glow is the friend of sunset
The shore is the friend of the sea
We are friends of our grandchildren
Pets are man's friends
Only genuineness and sincerity of heart
Showing a true love
Only sincerity and cordiality
Is a sign of friendship
Any kind of love worth having,
Understands that disagreements happen,
And does not diminish when the first disagreement surfaces,
No, it will stay around and show its true value,
Not pack a sad and leave the field open to hate and prejudice,
This love that will stand the test of time,
Hold true even in the face of war, or famine,
And will retain its shape, no matter how hard the battering.
Be it for a friend a lover, or a family member, or even a stranger,
Who is in need of this love.
To agree to disagree,
To see both sides of the coin,
And give them equal value,
To recognise that opinions are not good or bad but different,
And not an indication of a wish to do harm,
To understand that thoughts and words and deeds,
All travel at different speeds.
Agreeing to disagree gives us an extra layer of comfort,
That a lesser kind of love will not,
As our thoughts and words can be a close match,
And only our deeds will need to be sometimes kept in check.
All too often do we fail to see,
That this kind of Love does not take kindly to us setting agendas,
Making unreasonable demands,
Or withholding favors,
To get agreements that will always be broken.
This kind of love,
Brings me so much hope,
I am glad I recognized it before it was too late,
So bitterness will not dog my twilight years
As I find plenty to talk about,
With those who have chosen to agree to disagree with me.