Best Lifelong Poems


Premium Member A Lifelong Match

Spring is here - scents the air
You've come from somewhere
Moving in next to my home
Your aura blooms bright n' warm

I'm Already thinkin' here's a new friend
I'm Already thinkin' here's a new friend
                       
Nice to meet a looker
Show you all the best spots here
I'll  see my world through your eyes
Be free without need for a guise

It feels like I've met my lifetime match
It feels like I've met my lifetime match

We sit under a tree          
Your words sing harmoniously 
Time flies too quickly
Walking, talking, feeling tipsy

Even from here seems I feel your touch
Even from here seems I feel your touch

Joking, laughing hours spent
Licking ice cream - just content
Folks stare - it doesn't mater
Instant us just add water     

You must believe in love at first sight
You must believe in love at first sight

Your image is ingrained in my mind
A daydreaming guy am I
Lost in you and me entwined
I wonder can you read my thoughts
As we lie under the sky
Our hands touch and my face lights up
Then you smile sweeter than syrup 
We pick weeds you call them flowers
I am the questions you are the answers
I now know we are meant to be together 

It feels like I've met my lifelong match
I am sure I have met my lifelong match

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A Re-Write Of "We're Going To Be Friends"Lyrics
By The White Stripes (Jack White) 
The Original Song is about a boy and girl still in school.
Jack White's rhyming scheme seems strange on paper
works beautifully when it is sung to its own tune.

This version has been rewritten and adjusted 
so it could apply to any new relationship 


Maurice Yvonne
Nov~27~2014
Happy Birthday To Me
(I Think I Look Great For Ninety Years Old
The Photo Of Me Is Very Recent)

Premium Member Day My Lifelong Friend Ii

Day, my lifelong friend,
Thousands of times we have said good morning to each other and
As many times we have said goodnight.
You have wakened me up with the caresses of the sun’s rays and  
You have put me to sleep with the lullabies of sunset’s myriad hues.
Sometimes, you were calm as a harbor's waters, and other times you were 
Turbulent as the stormy sea 

But 

I loved you the same, thus inseparable we have remained throughout 
The years, holding hands from dawn till dusk.  
How many times have I, anxiously, waited for you to come, you will 
Never know
Neither will you know how much I have prayed to see you faster go when
Unkind you were to me,
However,  
You kept your pace unchanged, obeying only to the will of mighty time.

All these years you have brought to me:
Sorrows and joys, 
Tears and laughter, 
Failures and successes,
Sickness and health, 
Death but also life. 

You were the best of my friends and the worst of my enemies but
Side by side we stood, united and determent. 
How could otherwise be when we both wished our destiny to fulfill? 

Now, my eternal friend, the circle of my life is almost complete. 
The days for me on this planet are numbered. 
How many more times are we going to salute each other is 
Unknown to all but God,
So
Before we say our final goodnight, let me thank you for every 
Sunrise and every sunset,
For all the sunshine and all the storms you have brought to my life
For 
Without them, an empty vessel, without any experiences would I have been,
Useless to everybody and worthless to myself
Thus 
When tomorrow you, my wise friend, come and unable you will be me 
To awake, do not be disturbed 
Since 
Another dawn, brighter than yours, will have welcomed me into its arms for 
To console me with her everlasting divine love and light! 











© Demetrios Trifiatis
    24 November 2021

*Due to the recent serious health problems that brought me face to face with death, I decided to edit and repost an older poem of mine with the same title.

Premium Member Lifelong, Meaningless Musings

Full title:
LIFELONG, MEANINGLESS MUSINGS MEAN EVERYTHING OF NO VALUE
aka
OFF THE WALL RAMBLINGS


After upscale meals, I know no relief
until I somehow pick my un-fancy teeth.
Serve me good food in my own home
and these same teeth leave me alone.

At work, when I am approached by someone
who wishes to run some questions by me,
I silently laugh at an image most fun –
question marks toting briefcases as they run.

When my hands are dish-washing sudsy
or toting a large box for some distance,
an air fairy enjoys itching my nose nutsy
until I concede and scratch it roughly.

Any new clothes I hang up that are white,
closet creatures beat with yellow chains
and their marks will not wash out of sight.
The more I love it, the more yellow remains.

Things do grow legs and then walk away.
I tend to nest surrounded by my stuff.
I will not move, but my stuff will parade,
decay, migrate, and evade me, sure enough.

There exist an invisible, rude agitator
who throws dirt inside my refrigerator.
Every week or so, this frig mini-meanie does put
grime, spots, ice-hard raised trails and odd soot.

My air fairy, closet creatures and frig mini-meanie were all to me, assigned.
I know this because I often move and still, it is where I go that they find.



... CayCay Jennings
November 24, 2016


Premium Member 'lifelong'

It was fleeting 
The connection made
I am sure you felt it too 
In between the laughter of others
Your eyes held mine
        I was challenged 
I wanted to stare you down
Instead you kept the pace 
Without breaking a sweat
     You told me then 
Just like you are doing now
With your eyes 
This is not fleeting

         It is long-lasting

©130720161347

*lunch time random thoughts*

Lifelong Stories

You and I 
Suicide
Never knowing what it means
To bleed
Never touching the dreams
You need 
Just bleed 

Thoughts glimpse inside
Glimpse inside the mind 
They say you’re nothing
Hide your worth
They say you’re nothing
Dead from birth 

We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see 
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light 
This is our story
Give God the glory 

Down the medication
Take it all in 
Put another line inside the wrist
Maybe it’ll block out the fist 
What does this life even mean
What is a happy dream 

We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see 
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light 
This is our story
Give God the glory

Lovers seem to fade
Fade into the grey
Families tear apart
Rip out your heart 
No one seems to care
If you go no where
No one seems to cry
If you sleep at night 

We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see 
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light 
This is our story
Give God the glory

Thoughts glimpse inside
Glimpse inside the mind 
They say you’re nothing
Hide your worth
They say you’re nothing
Dead from birth

Just run
Run away
Death is not the end
Heaven send 
There’s something greater
In the air
God we need you now 
There must be more
More than this 

 We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all wanna see 
Wanna see the light
Open up your eyes
See inside the light 
This is our story
Give God the glory

A Lifelong Learner

sage (is) acumen,
a life force calms = meaningful;
wisdom (is) the idiom.
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Scribe January 9, 2015!


Premium Member Lifelong Friends

Golden years in time of summer and autumn;
gilt leaves turn into their color artwork.
The cool ushers the night's drawing in warm fires.
Days smile at withered scarlet blossom wreaths.
Dreary days bring them here both together;
since children, brothers not in blood, but in bond.
They sit warm on a park bench as they indulge
in enjoyable recollection of past events.
As warm at noble heart as leal in bone.
They grace the distant past they have left behind.
With their wilds as children they changed the world as adults.
They leave their memories for another time they meet.
But never mind, you will always find them
sitting on the same park bench with joyful noise.

4/15/2019
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Lifelong Journey

The clouds in the sky
Pouring droplets as we walk by
Couldn't we just comprehend guy
What is it that drives us by

Down,down,down
Drown,drown,drown
I'm fast sinking in the ocean's lawn
Couldn't help but fell to the ground
In the ocean of loves crown

Couldn't you feel my impression
Or you just see my distortion
Have a feel at my emotion
In the ocean of loves in motion

You and I walking this distant life
Just trying to understand it's dice
The great nature of this land undispice
For you,for me,for us,to pay the price

Yet it seems so far
You and me a distant bar
Couldn't we do it at par
So that we could be a little star

And be a little bit wiser
So that life could be a little bit better
Don't want to be a trendsetter
But just want a tranquil life that's greater

What is it that triggers our insanity
Could we cool it off to have a longevity
Just to be a little bit in vanity
For you,for me, for us, to see it's rarity

Lifelong Existence

I don’t claim my insight’s prodigious.
I’ve never performed noble deeds.
I’m not in the least bit religious.
I have all the usual needs.
Still, I have discovered the portal
To freedom from worry and strife:
It’s realizing I am immortal—
I mean, for the rest of my life.
© Ed Morris  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Tear For Don

A Tear for Don

I still shed a tear over you, Don,
I wish you were still here, alive.
Remember the day we first met, Don,
A pair of young schoolboys aged five?

Remember how we were like brothers, Don?
The way we were always together.
We seemed to be joined at the hip, Don.
Our bond an unbreakable tether.

I think of our time as Cadets, Don,
Playing at soldiers in green.
And then you did it for real, Don,
At the fresh, youthful age of fifteen.

I didn’t much like all that serge, Don,
The khaki like wire, and sore.
So I chose to wear Navy Blue, Don,
And you laughed when that scratched even more!

You served in many campaigns, Don,
As I, in my Unit, did too.
We understood each other’s thoughts, Don.
Each knew what the other went through.

Then as our later years passed, Don,
Our friendship grew stronger and stronger.
I wish you’d been able to stay, Don,
Been my brother a little bit longer.

I still shed a tear over you, Don,
And although some may see it as strange,
My sadness and heartbreak are true, Don.
Can’t see how those feelings will change.

You’ve reached the Final RV, Don,
But I remain, soldiering on.
I’ll keep your memory safe in my heart,
Till we meet again, my brother Don.

Lifelong Hermitage Denizen Enjoys Spiritual Freedom

Neither encumbered with
     material trappings, nor money,
(neither of which I miss)
mine existence approxi-
     moxy mates (to me),
     the state of psychic,
     intrinsic, and bucolic bliss
though far removed

     from civilization distant
     as thee (myopic) eye can see,
     a benevolent, redolent,
and verdant pristine premise
bespoken, expressed, and invoked
     to cosmic consciousness, especially
     threats (to life and limb
     courtesy *****sapiens), 
     
     isolated wilderness
absent villagers tsuris,
this monk thank
     fully doth dismiss
homestead of unspoiled habitats
though contact with eldest,
     and youngest sis
plus deux darling daughters,

     the only people, whose absence
     accompanies me to wince
with gentle hug, and air kiss
communing with nature
     faintly conjures Swiss
Family Robinson
similarities, though this
subarctic Siberian wilderness

connotes more drastic
     (ideal to me) solitude perfect
     remote abode tubby remiss,
cuz this loner loathes
     to impress others,
     who don, and
     trumpet an (all self)
     important air of priss

see ness, no thank dear reader,
     I revel as a misanthrope
     glad to isolate myself
breathe deep sigh relief asper,
     not being party to hiss
see fit, nor participate in
     superficial rituals like...Christmas.

Lifelong Layabout and Cipher

LIFELONG LAYABOUT AND CIPHER


What this title means to you,
possible thoughts are getting through.

Lifelong is from birth to death,
surely didn’t cover his every breath.

Then again, possible for a layabout,
on backside’s not a worthy tout.

Proclaimed a “cipher”, he’s not a hero,
from Arabic that digit equals zero.

What’s he done in this deserving?
Be a lazy zero, totally unswerving.

A fond relative once told me,
measuring work, so easy for he.

45yrs’ lifting freight, not a dream.
Conductor 5 more, peaches and crème.

At retirement profoundly he’d say,
“last 5yrs, two crackers a day!”

Using this metaphorically speaking,
apply to havoc of ciphers’ wreaking.

Next time diet changes with flu,
conjure the cipher related to you.

With some satisfaction smugly say,
“ZERO’S’ worth equals crackers a day!”

Lifelong Love

Now in her twilight years,

Sat in her favourite chair.

She knows she's getting old,

Slower now, with greying hair.

But behind her tired eyes

Are memories so sweet.

Of being young and beautiful,

When boys fell at her feet.

But one boy was special,

He came and stole her heart.

He's in the kitchen, making tea

She knew they'd never part.

He has been her lifelong love,

As she, has been to he.

Never a day spent apart,

Always, meant to be.
© Gary Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member - Lifelong Love -

                              Their crystalline hearts were sealed
                                  ~ divinity spans until the end

Lifelong Discrimination As Lowest Man On Totem Pole

Born shackled with globe sized
yoked millstone around my neck
rivaling the world Atlas shrugged,
or outsize boulder Sisyphus

eternally obliged to toil uphill
steepest mountain side
in concert with
Battlestar Galactica pièce de résistance
ear splitting discordant cacophonous din.

Simultaneously analogous twin tower
of Old Faithful geyser
Googleplex times Mariana Trench
aqueous oceanic chasm amply housing
Rhode Island sized fountainhead
constantly spewed vitriol

out subterranean mouth
scalding yours truly
with deadly skull king poison
(parenthetically), metaphorically, hyperbolically
approximates, nee aforementioned
actually an understatement

how whit sir yours truly
psyche dashed, manhandled, whipsawed
post parturition mine birth
subjected to class sic

biochemical, environmental, neurological
pummeling, oft times the cudgel
inherent, latent, salient...
genetically scripted torment.

Case in point
constitutes psychosocial (mine)
extreme introvertedness,
painfully shy reticence
exiled within zapped

writhing, wrenching, wracking
emotional, physical, spiritual isolation
plaguing mein kampf,
a worse fate than death
experiencing brutal and
nasty schooling as outcast

never feeling linkedin among peers,
nor family of origin
particularly latter years
minimally functioning just squeaking
to advance from one grade to the next

hidebound by invisible manacles
weighted heavily with severe anxiety
debilitating, paralyzing, unrelenting
panic/ anxiety attacks.

Scattershot employment track record
poor credit rating
the bane of misery
bias, discrimination, prejudice
throughout hand to mouth existence

impacted two innocent grown progeny
the eldest unforgiving,
no matter this papa coped
with demands of child raising
the missus easily overwhelmed

deferred domestic duties
birthday party arranger,
chauffeur, cook, homework helper,
summer time planner,
medical appointment scheduler...

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