Best Friendshipday Poems
Whenever I'm feeling sad, depresed or down,
Your humor and happiness seem to turn it around.
Your bright smiling face always lights up the black,
I only wish i could give, even a fraction back.
You look at me that way, and I can't help but feel,
That the look you're giving me, is hopefully real.
I want you to know, but a wall is in the way,
I need to tell you something that my mouth won't let me say.
Your beautiful brown eyes, staring deeply into mine,
I'm hoping somehow, we can take away the line.
The first day we met was one of the greatest in my life,
How could i possibly forget that day without strife?
All my crushes crushed me, except for one,
And with the one that didn't crush me, I've had the most fun.
I don't know how to tell you, I don't know what to say,
The words are stuck inside my heart, trying to find their way.
We've become so very close, you and I,
I want to know you, even after I die.
B ack to the lake for some fun in the sun,
E veryone will be there it’s gonna be fun,
A ll together until the day is done,
C ooking some dogs and roasting some buns,
H ot sun blistering since the day first begun;
B eing with the friends that we’ll meet,
L ather up sunscreen, to block out the heat,
A ll our friends here at the beach,
N ow the foods done, who’s ready to eat,
K nowing this day is truly a treat
E ating and joking until the day is complete,
T he burning sand baking our feet;
B elieve me when I say it was a blast,
I hope that our fun won’t end fast,
N ow we have memories that I know will last,
G ood food good friends, time went too fast,
O ne day soon we’ll have to revisit this past!
~Tirzah Conway~
Today is a good day to be with your companion
And to listen with your heart.
You will see yourself through her eyes
Today; is a good day to be with your companion
Only to show your ability to analyze
And solve his every problem?
Today is a good day to be with your companion
And to listen with your heart.
Our lives are meant to be a journey
Consisting of days, both up and down.
While we revel in the happy times
We can't escape those days of frown.
But on this day as you're surrounded
By those who surely love you most.
To a special friend and Mother
In thought, we raise our glass, and toast.
Happy Mothers Day Shirlene
There was a time when it was just you and me. we where so young, wild, foolish and free.
We didn't have one care on this earth, and we'd known each other almost since birth.
We'd made so much fun as we'd sit and we'd play. I know things wouldn't have felt right if we
hadn't seen each other everyday.
As we grew older our life was all about boys. We then waved goodbye to our bicycles and
toys.
As time went on we grew more and more apart, and you where no longer a piece of my
heart.
We hadn't spoken to one another from year after year. What a terrible shame as we lived so
near.
Then one day as i passed down my street, I was overwhelmed as i didn't think it was you i
would meet.
We went for a drink and we talked for a while and on that day i could do nothing but smile.
Then that was it everything was at an end. Why did it happen to you my best friend?
You where taken away from me in such a flash. If it hadn't have been for that terrible crash
I tried my best, I tried to swerve. That hit and run had an awful nerve.
So now as i stand by your graveside and weep, I think of the way god has put you to sleep.
How grateful i feel for the last day we spent. It really made me realize how much you always
meant.
Now i wait patiently until my days are at an end, because i know i will be greeted by you my
best friend X
Can't recall a time before you that
I'd ever laughed so loud
I hear the music clearer now
When all I heard was sound
You taught me how to drink and toke
Like real teenagers do
And brought me cups of chicken soup
When I had colds and flu
It hasn't always been this way though
Not always platonic
For the first day we ever met the hate
I felt was chronic
Your belly laugh, your squeeky voice
Your gappy goofy teeth
The way your pants fall off your ass
Whoever would believe
That one day I would laugh like you, at you
At everything
Who knew behind your baboon face that
You could bloody sing
Your pudgy hands would grasp the neck
Of your beloved guitar
The only thing you played that day happened
To be my heart
From hate to love, then afterall it's back
To being friends
I'll be forever grateful that you drive me
Round the bend!
I wouldn't change one piece or part or thing
That makes you,you
So thanks for all the feral times
For the hullabaloo
20th July 2011
Poetry from far and wide
Odes and clerihews and rhymes.
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Served to all who enter here,
Open to them day or night.
Untold pleasures do await.
Pleased are all who find this site.
For ALdeleke's contest"Poetic Picture of Poetry Soup"
Another day without you as
We carry each others’ burdens
Soft snow flakes twirling falling
The old north wind blowing
Creating a fine mist pressing
Against my window pane
Another long day without you
I stand with my coffee in hand
Lost in an elaborate daydream
I count the number of days
The hours minutes the second
When these eyes will you behold
Another day without you
Your words like snow flakes float
Through my mind so totally focused
Within the mist I see your face
Your self-assured quirky smile-
The door bell rings my dream erased!
be it known that we enter life unknowing
of what we are to become
of what we are to do
be it known that we enter life unknowing
of what will happen years from day one
blessed it the moments when we all learned to run
yet life is full of tragedy and triumph
not exactly luck of the draw
we all enter life unknowingly
but we always cherish what we saw
if one day our soul should be tired
if one day the strength seems to whimper
when it used to roar
thank God for everything that has been
for everything you have ever explored
let not the technical terms confuse what life is to be
the best part is being part of it unknowingly
for the One who knows all
with every reason all His own
sits on high, on His throne
Blessed child of God
your pain is in God's hands
your worries... lay upon His feet
no one knows what tomorrow holds
or if it will even begin
I say this, Mr. Terry
you are surrounded by a lot of loving friends
be not afraid of the chemotherapy
be not afraid or ashamed of the hospital stay
I ask one thing of you
only that you keep your faith strong, and always pray
I pray for you
need not to know you to care
don't think life isn't fair
live it the most you can
pray as we pray for you
bound by love... bound by strength...hand in hand
wonderful met
friends of leaving mate
treasured sets
mystery of cherishing faith
how wished could it let
if we let go even with ennui.
for better and not worst
a salaam to our golden threshold
let us smile by good of morning been so awake..
one day we shall miss without a kiss...
why not be,
a pride of happiness uncased
groom of bridal at-ease
for one day we be called deceased
so shall one say `rest in peace
salaam ya mate
we again never hate
lets tie our love without a bait
and remain forever friends as we bet
for Our God be the Glory....
Nothing warms the cockles of the heart like a cheery, "Hello!"
'Twill put a spring in your step and set your face aglow!
'Tis nice to hear a southern lass say, "Hi, shuga, how y'all!"
Or be greeted with a lusty, "Howdy" by a Texan's drawl!
A sunny greeting is welcome no matter what the language.
It brightens your neighbor's day and kinship it will assuage.
In Japan from the south in Okinawa to the north in Misawa,
Folks bow low and say to one another, "Konnichiwa!"
In France, noted for its exquisite cuisine and chic haute couture,
Gentlemen doff their chapeaux and wish a cordial, "Bon jour!"
Jewish brethern acknowledge others with a calming, "Shalom!"
While Muslim folks will greet you with the traditional, "Salaam!"
The Aussies have a delightful way their greeting to convey.
They lighten everyone's day by simply saying to you, "G'day!"
Spanish folks say, "Bueno dias!" to folks they happen to greet.
Germans hail others with, "Guten Tag!" strolling along the street!
Alas, the babble of languages may not be quite understood,
But just one small gesture might help to foster brotherhood!
If we'd take time to greet each other and flash a friendly smile,
'Twould surely make someone's day and life seem more worthwhile!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Its funny how life works
never to really see the beauty
one has inside or the sadness
in the heart that beats so silently
One day maybe life will be fair
never again to feel so much pain
But until that day my friend
you will always have me
What a wonderful day this will be
as we travel together to Trinity.
On this day, as the darkness of night
gives way to a brilliant new days light.
A lady enters my life in a very special way,
like crystal, she reflects the radiance of the day.
I become a moon in orbit around her
and her name is Mary. She is like no other,
such a simple name for the sun.
A simple name but a profound one.
In a room full of old friends, I drift quietly apart,
unaware of her affect, as she touches my heart.
She is the sun for this one wonderful day.
Its, as if, God in all his love, would say,
"Bill, your life is too dull, too dreary, a bore.
I'm going to send a lovely flower to your door.
She brightens lonely days with her vibrance.
This is a special flower. A single glance,
will turn night to day or a gloomy day bright,
lift your spirit high, or, just make you feel right."
I said, "Lord, does this flower have a name?" And
He said, "Yes! Her name is friend."
enoughter year has come and gone life left me a sight of hope meeting you was like a story
told.
just enougher oh day nothing anew the same old things i alway's went threw .
the same old day the sun dident shinne ,but life was a surprize when your hand touched mine
the connaction of us spirked like a fire of burning to know our hearts desire's .
the touch of your heat on that chilly cold day took all the dread and worry's away.
gave me hope for something new ,what god sends is got to be true i look in your eyes a
story of two and wonder just how we became as two ,turning our two into only one that our
life went thew the dew . now renewing our life for 2009 .
i'm so gald god send me you ........ too mike r. bulter)
(To learn more about this fascinating young man, see his blogs!)
Adeleke, Adeleke, you blew in like a breeze;
A breath of welcome air, you set us all at ease.
Adeleke, Adeleke, already I can see
You have a cheerful nature and a love of poetry.
Adeleke, Adeleke, you’re not my son-in-law,
And yet already I’ve become your new adopted ma!
Adeleke, Adeleke, your fame is spreading wide.
You’ll be the son in whom ALL of us older gals confide!
Adeleke, Adeleke, I know you seek a wife.
But don’t be rushed; relax and learn to just enjoy life.
Adeleke, Adeleke, with all your many charms,
I’m sure that soon enough, you’ll hold a wife inside your arms.
And one last thing, Adeleke, my son-in-poetRAY,
Is it “Ha day LAY kay,” “Ha DAY lay kay” or “Ha day lay KAY?”