Companion Poems - Poems about Companion

Quiet Companion I’ll lead you toward your light— with my shadow by your side Remember, please, as you reach your goal, step gently— you walk on my soul ...

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I’ve bloomed past blossom season, a frame held by flesh, fragile. Wrinkles appear now, near feet left by crow. You see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing, you see the change in my gait, see my once brisk pace slowing. But you don’t see me. I am no longer desirable, desired, nor worth a glance...

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2025.4.18 Easter Friday, a public holiday, All the shops was closed so as M Cenyralhere , There was no piano. It was fine by me, I just had to find an alternative. Yes, I was going to this place, My first trip of this year, With beautiful trees line of pines along the shore. I came here many times before. Yes, I went pass Geelong, Visited...

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It is just another day To be used as we like To choose joy as our companion Or embolden friction and strife It is just another hour To spend as we desire To embrace love as a mentor Or wallow in customized mire It is just another minute To be valued as a prize To caress truth as life’s foreplay Or nestle with deception and lies It...

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Threads of Thoughts threads of thoughts ever trail my mind as a companion that never leaves me lonely as I stroll along the corridors of life in the stillness of solitude in the midst of the multitude at the break of dawn during sunshine of the day in the dim shadows of twilight and darkness of night as a moment without thought I cannot be...

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Oh ,my dearest and love some sibling shadow, listen, Are you still staying and living in my beloved soul ?, ...

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“There is no loyalty greater than the love of a loyal dog.” By Author ************************************************************** This is What I call Loyal Love...

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It came to me humbly and snatched my sleep, I then did go to the window and peep, My eyes were wet and my cheeks were red, As if- It was my very mind; which all these days was by me- Fed. It came and quietly vanished, As if- It could see the kingdom of a king banished, I felt it...

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I have seen you in pain, And have also seen what others from it do gain, I have seen you in joy, And also how others around you, then, enjoy. I have seen you in love, When you hug her with the thought of Now, I have also seen you cope, All the odd situations you faced with hope. I have seen you...

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I want to write a single line, just one, to hold within my memoir’s quiet space, where sorrow and joy dissolve together, becoming something weightless, something whole. Perhaps it will be my final offering, the only treasure I take with me. A life steeped in unrelenting grief— what else can I craft but a fleeting companion? The words the world desires are not...

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I Like Your Dog I like your dog, the one that you got. I like him because he is here and I’m not. I like that whenever you give him a bone. You’ve someone to share with; not eating alone. I like that you call him a nickname of mine. I like that he answers it every time. I like that he’s...

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Our loyal companion chose us about five years ago There was no decision to get a cat, he just kind of moved in and we instantly fell in love with his generous affections...

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In the eye of life's turbulent storm, I pause to express my heartfelt form Of gratitude to those who brought a smile, And lit the darkness with their gentle guile. To those who gave, who shared, who showed the way, I say thank you, may your kindness come what may. To those who offered jobs, and opportunities to grow, I thank you...

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Inspired by the moving scenes in Episode 2: "Ride the White Horsey", Season 1, of "Cross" starring the inimitable Aldis Hodge. Based on the brilliant novels by James Patterson. His Grief remains his constant companion By Michelle Morris 21/11/2024 He stands at the cemetery gates That loom high and imposingly bleak He holds the bouquet of beautiful snowdrops...

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(Pema, 2024) Sweet Nothings Cool autumn morning And the best place to be Is nestled up beside papa As he reads or idles away his time But not before taking time To whisper sweet nothings In my old pug face A face only a mother could love In a world where everyone is my mother (11/10/24)...

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