Childhood Best Friend Poems | Examples
These Childhood Best Friend poems are examples of Best Friend poems about Childhood. These are the best examples of Best Friend Childhood poems written by international poets.
As I grow older, I need a shoulder
The kind we need to shed our tears
This older age passage is getting narrower
The hours of the day drift past faster
The night time visit is not welcome
Time itself does not seem to matter
My brain reacts the body does not follow
Try to rekindle my Parents voices
Failure brings tears as I reflect memories
Parents teaching has stayed as a friend
I wish each day to meet parents face to face
In days long ago we did not always listen
Knowledge, wisdom fell at my feet
Now I know I should have paid more attention
Way back in childhood words not always obeyed
I now sit on a bench on my ocean clifftop walks
The sound of the ocean and seagulls helps me reflect
I now wait for nighttime my body will regret
You have followed me
from childhood to adulthood
always by my side
you touching my hand
started a fire within heart
my hidden passion
my thoughts and feelings
you've captured on your pages
my words captivate
tattered torn and bruised
you escort me to readings
as spectators snap
others have touched you
but they can't separate us
we have a true bond
our relationship is written in poetry
The story of your stuff poetry contest
Jaymee Thompson
7/31/24
The majestic weeping willow that grew in grandmother's backyard, was our secret place to drink tea, read books, and play cards.The bowing branches, so like a gentleman offering his hand, opened magically into this domed fairyland. Graciously accepting the invitation, we would climb... to hear the lazy buzzing bees and lose all sense of time. Hidden away, a sacred court between friends,I know I'll never feel as safe again.
New webs spreading
in my past years
that remain in the barn.
An old barn that witnessed
our games of a childhood
reflected in a mirrow
showing the faces of happiness.
Spread webs turned into a nightmare.
Not easy to remember the old
barn where I used to play.
Not easy to remember my old friends jumping on the dry grass kept in the barn.
I'm trapped on a web,
I can't remember how happy I was.
I only remember the old barn and a few friends jumping happily.
The old barn is still there,
but the friends I never saw them again.
My cat, Shameem
Loved to hop
On my lap
Whenever I sat
On my cozy chair
And rocked
I felt her paws
It was kind
Of a mystic feeling
She was very soft
And fluffy
She had sparkling eyes
Her ears
Very sensitive velvet
She used to observe
Everything and purr
When she sighted a bird
She chuckled
Sometimes she played
Hide and seek
She crawled and paused
Then ran swiftly
She adored her milk every day
She was my best friend
When I was a kid
I still remember her
And miss her very much
Beyond reach in her child's world as she plays
Lost in her magic land of flower friends
Could I but capture the remaining days
Before fleeting childhood too quickly ends.
Those days of marshmallow clouds, velvet skies,
and best friends forever, magical blends.
I'd keep her young but she is much too wise.
Nor can I relive those days that have flown
Each day her growth is in a new-found guise
Reaching toward the future, free and unknown,
unlaced as flowers growing in the wild
those precious moments before she is grown.
Life doesn't wait for an uncaptured smile.
Moments, like bubbles, fade as they beguile.
December 21, 2022
Terza Rima
for Beyond Reach poetry contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
SECOND PLACE!
You let go of my hand,
On a cobblestone road,
Into the strangest land.
Curiosity, it drove me to do,
All the things,
That I decided to.
I was left alone, but tried to refrain,
To taste your poison,
That fed my vein.
No one could save me,
The needle happily accepted my pain,
It knew I was desperate to just be.
Tomorrow I will try again,
Walking cobblestone roads,
Where my childhood began.
If I should die before then,
I ask God to forgive me,
And all the others who have been,
Walking cobblestone roads,
Looking for,
A long lost friend.
. barefoot toes with sand
cool-aid stains on face and hand
best friends forever
dreams were blossoms we might pick
memories nestled in time
August 8, 2022
Tanka
for "Childhood Nostalgia" poetry contest
by JCB Brul
a First Place!
... she had nothing much to give as she searched her pockets for gratitude, selfless gifts had made her journey so much easier than she could have ever longed for, invaluable presents from a passionate heart and she looked at the inscription in the ageing tree of her childhood an arrow of love on the cinnamon bark of tomorrow that always looked to become a distant past, a couple of bows tied around the trunk, now faded and torn beyond recognition, all that was left was words of kindness, a sincere apology and farewell to becoming an aspiration beyond her wildest dreams ...
my tree of kind life
planted roots of compassion
you gave me your wings
I wish my room had a story to share.
With the goal for me to have the option to play.
This entryway is unimportant to me.
I dislike being fixed behind a doorway.
What case might be this crawling around?
As a result, it's somewhat picky.
Without connecting with the ground.
Flying is getting simple progressively.
Is the chance to be a finished bore.
Since you've arrived at the summit of the sky
The last thing
I remember
I was playing carefree
In the summer field
With my newfound little soul mate
The same first and last name
Except for a single letter
Imagine that
Never so happy
School was out
Freedom was in the air
Adventures on our mind
Treasures to discover
I ran home with delight
Only to find the biggest truck
I’d ever seen sitting in our driveway
I knew it was a bad omen
Sure enough
Life as I knew it
Was about to end
Suddenly
Just like that
Without warning
Torn apart from
My little soul mate
The one with same first and last name
Except for that one single letter
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest STORY FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS - RANKED 2ND
She stood sexy in occurrence
Abandoned at childhood. Since then
she had risen in ranks to
General as for the others too
Except fast cash the street name
Which became his motto. He was
In essence truly American
Utterly free with no attachments
And the invasion by China
Put a gun in his hand.
Mama tells me I must shield my skin from the scorching sun
This doesn’t stop me and my friend Amy from having some fun
Amy went out exploring and picked wild roses from the bowers
I can still smell the sweet scent of these now wilting pink flowers
We can paddle in the blue sea when we hitch up our long clothes
Then go walking on the golden sand; I can feel it tickling my toes
We rest in the sand dunes and Amy perches on an enormous rock
I sit on the soft ground and am careful not to ruin my pretty frock
On my lips I taste the salty sea air on the warm summer breeze
How I cherish my free time on such sunny days as these
Contest –The Red Parasol Sponsored by Eve Roper
06~11~16
Hope we'll always remember when,
A time when all of this began;
Every day, we spent, us two
In unplanned mischief to put Mom through.
A brothers life is tough at times,
To keep each from a life of crime;
We drank water from a hose and laughed our milk right out our nose
From race cars to bugs in jars,
From one adventure to another;
With hands held tight through scary nights,
Made safer with a brother.
From skinned up knees to pillow fights
And every snowball that we've tossed,
I'm here for you, for things that might,
Need help to get across.
Bestest Buddies
_____________________
Bengie Bear,
went to town
had a broom
and wore a crown.
His turtle buddy,
Gibbie Grape
had some lettuce
and wore a cape.
Together always,
laughs and giggles
fishing then eating
honey and pickles.
The very bestest of buddies,
honest and caring
preparing the world
for more loving and sharing.
7/14/15
Jessica Thompson