Friendship Humor Poems - Poems about Friendship Humor

We’re just being ourselves We’re not presenting ourselves on a plate, commodifying ourselves. We’re refined and pared-back—plain but with an intriguing complexity. We’re simple and indestructible, our diasporic styles, assembled in a frenzy by spontaneous instinct, need no audience. You’ll find us in the coffee shops, the libraries streaming and scrollin’ to unheard, noise-cancelled, beats or in the bars kickin’—let the music play—I can’t talk...

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I’m standing in the common room, turning in circles. I’ve so many things to do, all at once, I can’t figure out which way to jump. A time management problem, I suppose, maybe I should have taken that 1 credit ‘project management’ class I sloughed off. We live and we learn. Leong was sitting, leg crossed on...

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Friend Comforting familiarity Lasting a lifetime Yet even lifetimes end Memories Memories Laughing uncontrollably We should not That makes it funnier Hilarity...

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I heard the door open. It was Leeza (Lisa’s 14-year-old sister), she’d been out on a date. I was the only one in the living room as she came in and sagged, dejectedly onto the huge, white sectional couch, right next to me. She looked positively deflated. Which is unusual because up until now, she’s been all freckles and smiles Ok,...

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Just “Kiddin” Miracle man 10/26/2024 Any story travels fast, in a three dog town. Moments from inception, it will move crosstown. Once a close group, now fragmented friends. Each waiting on the other, to make amends. It shouldn’t take much, just issue a retraction. For what began as a joke got an overreaction. ...

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Paula Goldsmith, you will know when I say Always encourages us in her way She's good for a lift Poetry is her gift “So have a blessed day writing away!” Tom Woody the Poet guru Who will never, ever lie to you Even if it hurts He's candid and curt We all need a friend this true Silent One's a talented guy His poetry worthy to...

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Leeza, Lisa’s 14-year-old little sister, is anxious about the first day of school. She didn’t tell me that, I’m not sure 14-year-olds talk anymore. Now that I’m almost 21, I can roll my eyes, like everyone else, and say, “Teenagers.” Leeza’s a jingli, all-angles, taller than I am (when did THAT happen), redhead who’s fast becoming a Lisa-like...

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It was 64ºf and overcast this morning when Lisa and I started our 5-mile jog to the Harbor and back. We always start our semesters this way. We’re emotionally ready for fall weather and hopefully, a long and cruel winter. Sunny, Lisa, Leong and I were starting the morning with breakfast together. We have summer catching...

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Although we’re just moving in, It feels like we’re lived in these rooms forever. I can’t look around without the past coming out to play. These ivy halls are sticky with memories now. The movers left a while ago and I took a moment to loiter, on our red corduroy couch, and watch my roommates settling in. There’s an irony, for...

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I’m sorry we can’t start the morning - I’m still stretching and yawning. Oh, give me a skibidi break, why’d you wait to snake me awake? Anyway, you know not to bother me unless you’ve brought coffee. You can’t just insist we have to leave - I haven’t even brushed my teeth! I’d love to join in your drama but I’m still in my...

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Most people that I meet, Indoors or on the street, Are essentially polite, So, we don't get in a fight. After I know them a while, They may become hostile, With opinions really strong, And then I'm always wrong. Later, I find they're insane, And we become friends again. The crazy phase is more...

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Emilia J, so lovely and light, no sun-bearing song, could be singing so bright, In the heat of the day, or the chill of the night, Emilia J, is a beautiful sight, At the core of the Earth, or the crag-bearing crust, Emilia J, is a beacon of trust, If you batter your bread, in a bag-tearing bust,...

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I had lunch with Randy, between classes today. It was a perfect day. The sky was an infinite, capri blue, the wind was stirring the environment, clouds were wispy and on high - in the fast lane where they could rush along - and birds cruised, gliding with no need to flap. New Haven can’t...

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I got this new hand soap, called “Frosted Coconut Snowball.” It's the dreamiest scent ever. When I’d unpacked (from Spring break) and had everything in place, I dragged Andy and Leong into my bathroom. Wash your hands,” I suggested, holding up the soap dispenser and turning on the tap. “Ok, Leong said, offering her upturned hands for soaping.” “Sure,”...

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My friends tell me I'm a 'tad neurotic' though they really mean 'totally psychotic' So around them, I show off my 'full schizoid' ~ picking my zits while reading Freud...

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