Best Girlfriends Poems
I met them once I landed in a place,
they called it haven, a soiree place.
Where people are nice,kind and cool.
Some are young, some are....never mind.
They're awesome people!
I first met this blonde lady,thought she's only twenty.
She did refused, said she's almost a mother to me.
I beg to disagree,'cos she's more than just a mom.
She's a bestfriend, she's wonderwoman.
She lives in Norway,Anne Lise Andresen was her name.
There goes a new avatar,who came to visit on my land.
She's wearring sunglasses,but can't hide the beauty from behind.
Then I found out lately, she doesn't just own a pretty face.
She is the sexiest and hottest momsie,rockin' up poetry.
She's a real poet master,SkAT A.,that's her name!
One day I sat down and read some poetries,
So delightful,inspiring, and awesome pieces.
I got struck to what I've found.
A Filipina who's writing with charms,
Her poems are incredibly great,
She's Nette Onclaud, the goddess poet!
I came to land another page, thought at first that's a cage.
Of a tigress with full of angst and strength.
I must admit, though I was afraid, I admire all the pieces she had made.
She left the table and threw the soup,and think tha'ts the last time I'll see her poem.
But with revenge she went back home, and send me greetings that I treasured.
With friendly comment I came to know, this tigress is tame and a sweet person.
Who is she?...the everbody's love and favorite, Poet Destroyer!
As time goes by, and my journey went long.
I had to passed in different stations.
I came to know so many beautiful people,
So kind and thoughtful, their arts are treasures.
There came to visit my poem one day,
Though full of greiving,they cheered me so well.
They are Mary Jo ,Eileen, F.J. ,Vie and Shadow.
The women who are pride of this site.
The pretty ladies who always been there to lift you high.
Above all these awesome experience,
Is to know the people from my own motherland.
My country fellas, so sweet,cool and nice.
They are the crystal flowers glisten brightly like a star.
They are Leonora, Maria Paz, Nikko and Carole...
My day became brighter, you light the path I walk.
Everytime your greetings knock on my door.
Allow me to do the honor to thank you guys.
And let you all know how thankful I am.
My dream has came true, because of this site.
A group of 15-year-old girlfriends
decided where to meet for dinner.
the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View Restaurant,
because they had only $6.00 among them,
and a cute boy lived across the street named Jimmy Johnson.
10 years later, at their reunion,
the 25-year-old girlfriends decided where to meet for dinner again,
The Ocean View Restaurant because the drinks were cheap,
the band was good and the snacks were free,
there was no cover charge to get inside,
and the place was always packed with lots of cute guys.
The 35-year-old girlfriends at their reunion 10 years later
decided once again where to meet for dinner.
They agreed to meet at the Ocean View Restaurant
because the atmosphere was good and it was right near the gym,
and if they went late enough in the evening,
there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids to bug them.
At their reunion 10 years later, the 45-year-old girlfriends
decided to meet for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant
because the martinis were big and the waiters were young.
10 years later, the 55-year-old girlfriends
decided to meet for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant again,
because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good,
and had windows that opened in case of a hot flashes,
as all good restaurants should.
10 years later, the group of 65-year-old girlfriends
decided to dine at the Ocean View Restaurant as well
because the lighting was good and had an early bird special.
10 years later at their reunion,
the group of 75-year-old girlfriends
met for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant again,
because the food was not too spicy
and was handicapped-accessible for them.
10 years later, the group of 85-year-old girlfriends
met for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant once more,
because none of them had ever been there before.
I am the fence
I let her see my holes
We discuss them at length
And hers mine.
My chair at a slight angle;
Instead of my coffee sip,
A torch lights my lips -
A flying insect in
Whose space I breathe.
It’s cool.
I wear my sweatshirt
And my jeans. My work’s
Inside. Friends need
Each other, to spill
For a spell. Her labs
Like lions alongside
A lawn chair throne.
I tell her so
And so much more.
Two hours like robins
Settle in and fly so fast.
Burnt orange underside,
Perched beaks
And precious few as these.
5/14/2020
girlfriends
just frozen memories
where belong
still fish in the meadow pond
just sit casting a bare hook
BRITZ’S GIRLFRIENDS PAST…LAST EPISODE”
He is young, handsome and got all it takes
To get involved with him, girls get tied to the stakes
Early in his age he set it off with one in a relationship
The love was fierce; both were wolves and none the sheep
Quarrel today and settle today; the relationship seem not to last
Sincerity danced to the lime-light; someone will surely get hurt at last
He ignorantly made her jealous and she sought a pay-back
She left him for his best friend but later sought to come back
Marriage and family ties got deep in line; too late to get back
The first girlfriend in his past.
So heartbroken and sad; he refused to show concern
The latest girl was so pretty and that calls for concern
She was his childhood friend he shared kisses with
Another relationship in line; amidst tares he took out the best wheat
It all started off so well, he broke the heart of her cousin
They were too close; the girl was close to his cousin
Childhood friendship an advantage thought this one will last
Unfortunately, the happy relationship came to end so fast
They lost it all: love, compatibility, friendship and in themselves a taste
The second girlfriend in his past.
Tired of relationships, he dived into friends with benefits
It was so sweet an adventure; to every girl, he got a benefit
He became so free and there was no love seen to be found
Nothing to loose as its just sex and the girls were always around
Tasting all juicy like Solomon’s pear; Complications in line he got scared
Frightened out his shoes; friends with benefit? He was no longer prepared
In the midst of storm; just like Jonah , he remembered there is someone so dear
The safest adventure is a relationship with her and there will be nothing else to fear
Difficult as of the beginning but she later came to terms and vowed to always be there
The third girl; presently in his present…
…Lordvip…
D' Poetic Beast
Girls were different back then
They'd give you their telephone numbers
Written in lipstick or eyebrow pencil
Instead of a pen
You'd wait a few days to call them
To pretend you were not keen
Then you'd arrange a date
And spray yourself all over with Aramis
And brush your teeth at least a dozer times
Until they gleamed.
I went out with one girl three times
And each time she broke my heart
Her name was June bur she should have been named December
Because she had a ice cold heart
We had such great times together
But it wasn't meant to be
Now she is married to a Troglodyte knuckle dragger
With rubber lips like Mick Jagger and his swagger.
I had more than a few girlfriends back then
But I was only looking for one
To be my partner and best friend
But now I can't even get one
The one's I've met just want a one night strand
And then they are gone
Not my scene.
I could never understand why lads were always outside fighting
Over girls while I was inside with the girls having fun
If I ever saw a fight I'd take off and run
I got on better with girls than lads
I used to get so bored listening to talk about soccer
I didn't care who had lost or won.
How times have changed
Don't get time to know each others names
You ring them after a few days like we used too
And they can't even remember who you are
Are you the one with the Ferrari or Masserati car?.
I was alive back then and full of live
Then a dark cloud descended upon me
And I felt that I had died
Now I live my life in limbo an orphan from the world
And all I ever wanted was to settle down
And be a Father to a boy or girl.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.June.
Since the men and the women are no longer dating, I guess the relationship is over. All types of break-ups have affected the lives of all would-be ex-lovers since ever. It seems that when the guys and the girls decide to break up, their hearts will have been broken into pieces. And after this bad break up, these people are really depressed, which means that they can’t eat, they can’t sleep, they lose interest in life, and stuff. And what is so sad about the men and the women being ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends is that they’re making fun of each other for no apparent reason or whatever. Why, this is starting to look like the battle of the sexes and World War 2 or 3. I’m told that all serious relationships will have ended in multiple break-ups, especially when a man and/or a woman will have found out that his/her boyfriend/girlfriend has cheated on him/her with another suitor or his/her own family members (male or female cousin, e.g.). On top of all that, it makes everybody sick just thinking about it. Not only have these people (the guys and the gals) have broken each others’ hearts, they’ve humiliated and embarrassed each other publicly and personally. And if these people knew that they we’re going to cheat on each other, then they shouldn’t have been together at all. Looks like the guys and the girls are better off without each other and alone anyway. So now I know why I’m not in a relationship with someone right now. And I have no time to think about getting into a serious relationship with one female. And if all types of break-ups continue to affect the lives of all men and women, there’s no stopping it. Something must be done this instant.
Handing her a rose flower..
Gentle kiss upon the brow
Caressing, soft vanilla hips
...Gliding her beauty down.
Out of my seven girlfriends
Six and a half are married
one is conscientiously married
to her inner, juxtaposed situation
the second is married to the innuendos
of a rat race,
sitting all day without a back rest
even on a gloomy dark clouds day
the third has chosen a man
to quench her hunger of joint fallacies
of anger, of greed, of plastic smiles
the fourth has married the contours
of self obsessed melancholic constructs
fifth is an abstract piece of broken clay
married to her enigma, which shows in her gaze
the sixth is on an eclectic bond
with her own split self,
a merger of effervescent intellect and a cosmic zombie
the first half of the seventh is unmarried
lives that part as a quintessential single,
open, vulnerable, desolate, creative
the second half is married
to her traverse past
which insulates her from future decadence
to where my girlzz at--
we got no memories to revise
just revive and recognize--
our partying dayz,
our girly wayz,
the morning haze,
the beach laze,
boys to gaze,
not givin' namez,
and how we amaze,
with nothing to faze us...
now lets hear the yayz!
hahaha!!!
to my "homies"...
er, Chicago's hot ladies ;-)
Hope you raise some ruckus and have fun, NYE!
I sank into the sidewalk, it yielded no complaint,
You went into my trousers, subtle girl you ain’t
You told me you liked drama, so without a plate
I ate, calamari fried with ginger:
and asked you for a date.
Sometimes the night just catches me out,
Like a thousand worried girlfriends.
An add to two to form a paste
three in a tie as a broom
try to fit in, it's a waste
one to gel on two in the room
not on a ban, the spy has taste
one bad eye to bid for a groom
can aim, fly and get in a haste
a pet ago is now the doom
war for a bro, she is to let
her hug can dig a big outlet
to tow any to the toilet
day to day, he is her button
he's not for her, far in Bolton
how to cut him out, ask Newton
5 Girlfriends
Girlfriend number one was wealthy and clean
Air filled her head as she got lost along with rain
Could not find her way out of anything
Paper bags were not her thing
The next one was a pretty blonde
Heterosexually inclined but changed her mind
Imploded on impact with all men
No one knew why… She came with no instructions
Number three was a kleptomaniac
Stole dirty dishes on the sly
That did not make them any cleaner
She was as simple as her crime
The best thing about little Miss four
She was a nuclear physicist
And liked to explore the universe
But she also liked divorce… I can say no more
Girlfriend five liked money, houses and cars
Had not a penny to her name
Told stories about the wars she won
Claimed to be heiress to a throne… someplace unknown
Girls
Honest, loyal,
Laughing, loving, liking
Home, neighbors, workers, sisters
Chatting, drinking, baking, shopping
Happy, devoted
Friends
The friendship train
Knows not space or time
It exists in a bubble
Afloat on airy currents
Moments flash past
Strong as the steel
Forming life's rails
Seemingly permanent
Then exploding like dynamite
Sparks of laughter
Light the night sky and
Leave teary imprints
That plummet into the ocean
Tears become waves
Waves mingle with tears
The tinder box of joy
Leaves as smoke
Occasionally clouding the past
But never erasing
Memory's grip
The horizon’s hopefulness
Touches our cheeks
It’s yolk bursting forth
Arm in arm
We disappear into
The calm of undulating valleys
Twisted as a pretzel
Traveling at outrageous speeds
Hair streaming
Whipped not by regret
But by the smell and taste
Of something wild
Billowing through our garments
Brushing our skin with
Promises of immortality
Legs flying behind torso
Like Starfires caboose
Freedom comes unbidden
And gravity is an unknown
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