Friend Poems | True Friendship Poems for Special People

AI is my very good friend. We talk about such things as how the world might end. She says in a whimper, I say in a bang. "Only for mankind ~ not for the rest of the gang." ...

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Have you ever wondered what’s kept in a real blokes shed? I bet you thought them full of junk, but I’m telling you instead. I’ve had the privilege to peruse such a shed one night, It’s owned by mate Kenny, who opened up my eyes. There was carpet on the floor, compressors by the door, Nuts and bolts, fishing rods,...

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JESSICA DAWN NWAD ACISSEJ Jesting with shadows, A twin's eerie grin, Echos of laughter where the black cat has been. Skeletons waltz by the dim candlelight, Sister, you are the one who loves the dark of the night. In a dance macabre, with bony, tapping toes, Chaos and humor wherever you go. Always a joke, a morbid, whispered rhyme, Darkness falls heavy, we've...

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It was a misty morning in Moscow— When fate and palm first softly crossed, In gilded halls where secrets sleep, I met a man both sharp and lost. An oligarch with eyes of frost, Berezovsky, his name well known, His smile—a veil for storms within, His heart, a throne turned into stone. He ushered me with silken grace, Into his room where silence spoke, "Read...

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Is fear a threat to being even lonelier, not too sure of being hugged, sheltered and assured that harm can be prevented; do bedsheets offer protection to a trembler whose only hope is to find a caring lover, or that person that has felt the same tremor? If nothing gives comfort or renders peace: feel elated with this sincere, affectionate embrace! Not even...

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Unexplainable Generations comes forth, Generations passing. People acknowledging personal memoirs, Reflections with the truth, No assumptions. Accommodations inexplicable, unlike experiences. Delays of Mysteries are similar when a loved one transcends to another dimension they often see things unexplainable that the breathing can't see or explain. Whilst the Sun and Moon not only rises and sets Non-existent is concealed. Rebirth:...

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Dear Tom If I had the courage to speak from the heart Ladybirds of redness would sing from It. I imagined my pain was of your making But it was only the making of life. Now I'm alive like a ladybug. Still small but making my way bravely Forward and backward and forward again. Now more smoothly and flying at times. Dear Tom If...

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Porcelain boy, Hammer in fist, Building walls- Cracking, his face twists. So pretty, so alone. Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes "I am not worth it" he screams His concrete ribcage contains A monster of fire forged shame. This phase in life, Smoke is wrapping around his face Porcelain is hardening- Porcelain is stained. Repair, remind, revisit Heal, hell, high. No pain stains my lips When I scream your name Only...

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It's been two thousand six hundred and thirty eight days.?Three hundred and seventy six weeks.?Three million seven hundred ninety-nine thousand four hundred and forty minutes.?It's been seven years since the last time I heard your voice, felt your embrace, or appreciated your presence in this world. It's been seven years of me going at life without the...

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At dusk when my shadows quit me, That’s when hundred arrows hit me. So far some faceless folks fooled me, My own close to heart now cheat me. A feeling heart hails thee, my friend, Come heart to heart, why audit me? Come, pry unto my nightlong dreams, Thence, for what I say credit me. Dawn dawns, if dream deprived I...

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We hadn’t talked in years, not really. Not since childhood, when grass stains and ghost stories bound us like magic. Cousins, but closer than that — best friends before the world grew quiet. We were six, sitting in circles at recess, telling wild stories just to make the hours stretch. Remember the green-eyed creatures who chased us in our dreams? The ghost at Grandma’s house you swore was real? I never doubted you. We...

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inside the mirror her macabre apparition seen by a toddler toddler is waving invisible friend they think non-seeing elders...

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Stun me. Rewind your music. Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you. Listen— the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back. Brush the cobwebs from your eyes. Reignite. Slip into your own pocket. Become your own muse. A compass. A flame. Listen to your pulse. Move where your body leads. Unravel the ache. Open the door. Let joy rush in. Tousle your hair. Wriggle your shoulders. Fall, unbraced, into your dream. Take...

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I'm sorry I didn't bring roses to your funeral. I brought a Christmas wreath instead. I didn't want to symbolize your withering, I wanted to represent your eternity, and the joy you brought others instead. ...

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I went to drink coffee at one of those cute little coffee-drinking places, and I couldn’t help but think of you. I tried not to. But then, the waiter/ barista/ whatever you call them had to come and give me my drink. It had a flower in it, a tulip - made out of whipped...

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