Best Love Friendship Poems
Lovingly Dedicated to My Closest Friend, My Mother
My loving friend can caress cares away.
With simple gestures meant to pleasure sway,
She turns my smile upright and firms its stay.
Such kindness meets my same, I do oft pray.
As balm she soothes incurred hurt, ache and pain.
Together, life’s rude battles lose their strain
As handled by our combined wit and brain.
I hope her loving light will never wane.
She matters so much to my fragile heart
That I view her as my dear counterpart.
We sometimes separate, but never part.
I love her laughter, value her brain-smart.
We grow and change like season’s nature hues.
With candor we explore life’s many clues,
And, God knows, we both paid quite hefty dues.
As precious gift, our friendship joys accrue.
What she may need, I pray to aptly grant.
What dims her joy, I strive to best supplant.
What hurts her feelings, I seek to decant.
What her heart wants, becomes my own heart’s chant.
Dedicated to Lorie Jean, Though She'll Never Know
Asleep, I cannot escape my love’s depth for you.
Awake, I cannot deny my loathing towards you.
Confusion and missing settle-stay in my pain’s cliché.
Thoughts of you weigh down my moments every day.
Long is the time I have spilled grief yet failed its release,
but dreams weave my joy strung to net grief’s relief.
Asleep, I see us blend as we did easily back then.
As before, we pool play, float happily and swim.
In sunshine, we decide our age will be just ten
as laughter splashes our feel with child-like appeal.
In dreams, we cook, play cards, take road trips,
critique movies, compete to title older song hits.
Our laughter soars until you ‘ink’, and then we
laugh more, stopping only when laugh sore.
Secrets from one’s lips merit the other’s ears
to heart-hear and hold all told in love-lined folds.
My feet twitch as I dream-walk to your home
and street-met you dream-walking to my own.
In dreams I see all I reality-miss; your face,
voice, moods, humor and unique attitudes.
I live our togetherness, our special groove,
in cherished dream scenes of us as still a two.
As soon as I first wake, reality steals my happy,
smashes the contentment dreams grant me
while missing aches swirl colors of lonely.
I ponder whether while in your own slumber,
you also dream plunder from our past splendor
for assistance with your friend-grief ender.
That place you go between dusk and dawn,,
hiding the child within.
Let it run free only when the door goes closed,
and no one else can see in.
Those people that loved, who made a difference..
cared so much, wanted only what was best
for you in life with no thanks.*
Braver than Superman, Wonder Woman,
and that guy with flags..
that stared down the Chinese tanks...
The ones who make you laugh, hold your hand..
when you just want to be left alone.,
say you can do it when you think you can't,
and hug you when the day turns to ruin.
So you have trust issues? I understand..
can't blame you for that., we all do.
This world makes its bones in bruised hearts,
at the expense of the innocent, gifted, and good.
There's no reason why it happens,
yet somehow we survive and go on.
It must mean something, you and I still..
left on this earth, it just does.
Maybe we're a puzzle piece left unfilled..
waiting for someone to complete us.
You have this time.., it is yours, do with it as you may.
For me it's sitting here writing this poem..
though I wish so much more for you,
and your special someone this day.
I don't have all the answers, or what the future holds.
I would be cautious of anyone that says they do.
To be honest, even some of the questions leave me cold.
So take care they don't take that which makes you, you.
Will they ever accept just who you are..
in a world where anything goes.
Or should you lock all feelings away in a jar..
my dear friend, only heaven knows.
Everybody needs something, every last one of us
wants.., only to live.
I wish you luck in life, good health, and love..
and the chance to get as well as you give.
*Mr. Rogers
There was a little dog one day,
Who ambled on his aimless way.
He didn't have a house or home:
A doggy bed or fine meat bone.
His coat was mats and full of fleas.
He owned no boy to try and please.
Near garbage bin was where he sat,
Along with one sad, homeless cat.
His human threw him out you see.
This person wasn't you or me.
For we would never be so cruel,
Or act like some poor, heartless fool.
The winter came and with it cold.
Dog's airy ways were put on hold.
He shivered in the dark of night:
A sad, pathetic, needy sight.
And then a storm blew in with snow.
It left dog with no place to go.
He sat and whined beside the road,
For someone kind to lift his load.
Then came a car -- slow passing by.
A young boy warm and loved inside.
He saw the freezing, half grown pup
And begged they stop and pick him up.
The winter passed and next the spring.
Now please behold a wondrous thing.
A boy and dog romp on the grass.
All mats and fleas now in the past.
It's joy and love and fun we see.
The way that God meant it should be.
Both run and play, all pain now past;
This bond of dog and boy shall last.
The sad thing is allotted time
Of man and dog will just not rhyme.
The boy will know sad loss of friend,
Long years before his own sure end.
Then in a time that's yet to be,
They'll reunite both young and free.
Forever will their bond go on,
In timeless sunsets, countless dawns.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
March 21, 2015
you shan't win
not this day my furry friend
watch me run
head start - yeah!
close to end he leaps down ledge
watch him fly
staircase race
wins and rubs it in my face
prissy proud prance
Lot of rivers flow through cracked channels of my humble mind
As I swim through my broken heart
I felt so disturbed and sad
Then I asked is love an illusion?
Roses glow right n front of me
As I stretch my hand to touch of her spotless flowers
The beauty dried right in front of me
Will I ever be in love I cried
As I journey throw my broken heart
Alas alas a bright Rose appears from afar
It's beauty like the Mediterranean silky milky linen
On the back of black Chaldean maidens of pure beauty
I saw her smile towards me as I cried
With my hands stretched out to grab are ebony long slender sweet hand
I woke from the sleep I fell into
Then I cried Ogechi it's not really fair
I guess u like being my fantasy
How did I not see this before?
The green of the trees
with their cornucopia of shades
Layered and punctuated periodically
with a unique dapple of light
Amid the litany of man's failing
concrete towers
The leafy giants stride imperceptibly
towards notoriety
Saving the planet
one gramme at a time
As the humans race past.
The leisurely somnambulants
biding, stretching, organically
rooted in their dancing
to the alternate tune
of Nature's longevity
It’s funny how light
From a source
Can reach across many miles,
Through time even.
That, too, can be said
For bonds or friendship.
Age has no bearing
Sex has no bearing
Distance has no bearing
Just the honesty,
The respect and love
Has bearing on how far
A friendship can go.
Let friendship be light
Never to be extinguished
By thought, but be perpetuated
By natural resonance.
To watch you from afar
Yet touch you so near
Wishing you were so close
Gently whispering I love you
Catch my eye
I’m looking at you, discreetly
Tease me and I will follow
Until you stare in my eyes
Then follow me in to my arms
Saying I’ve fallen for you
Where do we go from here?
It's taken me sixty years
Of evolution
To realise the simplicity
Of Earthen electricity
My naked feet, like freshly cleaned
Battery terminals
Strolling in hilarity
To observe correct polarity
Electrons flowing in and out
As I freely shuffle about
In hippyfied insanity
With toes embracing nudity
The science is effusive
So wonderfully conclusive
My body craves perfection
In each pedantry inflection
So to join the sockless roamers
The grass lovers and beach combers
I will earth myself completely
With each step I place, so neatly
Is it magic or just factual?
Like a nature deal, contractual
Or perhaps we were never meant
To be disconnected, discontent
And maybe it's progression
To dismiss the shoe of intercession
Returning to natural citizenship
Of barefoot - grass relationship
Reject the concrete,
Resist the vulcanised persistence
Embrace the beauty
Of a soul-full existence
I longed to live
In a blissful bond
Of fire and fragrance
In those tender terrains
Where dreams were born
And love was free-
Those charms and cheers
Of bloom and bliss
Like Autumn flowers
Were stolen by season:
Seasons bereft of dreams...
Dreams forgotten at dawn.
I live to love
The bond of bliss
Between fire and fragrance...
As stars snug scars
And gains garnish pains
In a romantic reality-
I live to love
This terrain of truth
Bereft of fantastic fantasies
Of flawless flowers
And beautiful butterflies
In unseen golden gardens.
If I am his message he is my email id,
If I am his net he is my phone,
If I am his bank balance he is my pin card,
If I am his tea he is my tea leaves,
If I am his friend he is my lovely friend.
If I am his star he is my moon,
If I am his plant he is my sunlight,
If I am his soil he is my land,
If I am his air he is my atmosphere,
If I am his friend he is my cute friend.
If I am his butterfly he is my honey,
If I am his food he is my intestine,
If I am his pen he is my ink,
If I am his ant he is my sugarcane juice,
If am his friend he is my trustworthy friend.
If I am his mermaid he is my ocean,
If I am his shivering rope he is my supporting tie,
If I am his traveler he is my route,
If I am his smile he is my lips,
If I am his friend he is my respect worthy friend.
If I am his hot girl he is my cold droplet,
If I am his cold season he is my sweater,
If I am his touch he is my senses,
If I am his heart he is my brain,
If I am his friend he is my mature friend.
I want to be closer
As close as your breath
The heartbeat that separates
The living from death
A touch as electric
As life flows, it seems
This story is written
In pages and reams
I want to feel whispers
So near they are warm
Assurance and promise
The shelter from storm
Safe, caring nuzzle
Intimate speech
Gentle and loving
No poem can reach
Caress of a mother
A hug from a friend
The presence of hope
That no fear can contend
I want to be mindful
Hold the words in my head
For the silence of closeness
Says far more than is said
For some the beginning.
For some it's the end.
For many; days just merging
Into the blend.
But the concept of Friday
Is simply this;
It's the end of the work-week
Sealed with a kiss.
It's assurance of respite.
It's that glorious space
Loaded with promise.
It's the end of the race.
That comfiest armchair
Those slippers so snug.
It's like greeting a friend
With a lingering hug.
Is it really enough
If it's one out of seven?
Or should we be seeking
A little more heaven?
I think as I drive
Through the Autumnal streets
That all days are precious
And while life repeats..
Relax and enjoy them
Wherever you are..
For loving the journey
Will help take you far.
So Fridays, we love you,
To the end and the start.
And thank you for helping me
Reset my heart.
Wake me up with a nice coffee,
wake me up with your breeze,
your kisses and your company.
Such a delightful awakening
to have your warmth,
your friendship, affection and love.
Wake me up in the cold,
I feel heated in your arms
beyond the stars,
this is my paradise.
These days of troubled waters,
I found myself sailing
in a loved strange sea.
Your boat came into my harbour
and I found a dock