Friendship. Poems - Poems about Friendship.

Holding On

I’m holding on really tight,
An avalanche gives no warning
Nor does a sinkhole.
The deer and the hunter 
Have opposing objectives,

You’d think they would compromise.
I wake some nights holding my pillow so tight
It looks at me asking what’s wrong.
When I was young I was sure of tomorrow—
The moon secured the night; the sun lit the day.

Now I

IT AIN'T TOO LATE

It started off so well, so good,
Every language we spoke, understood.
Forever, we thought, it would last,
Yet somehow, those moments slipped past.

We carried happy souls inside,
But now we ride a different tide.
To make amends, it’s not too late,
Yet pride keeps tossing feelings like fate.

Yes, things aren’t well, yet we let them slide,
Waiting for truth, while we

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The witch'in
in a winter
storm,
between
us,
we arn't happy
as the car dies,
due
to the winter
that seeps us.
Domestic abuse,
of waving
sickness
of verbal obtuse
and flagging,
the car's
now empty.
I carry
no flags,
and I'm
no handyman.
I saddle up
and cuddle you,
human warmth
so we can't
be frost
in the morning.

Abby

Abby
For a friend with a big heart.

In a world that sometimes dims its light,
Abby shines with something bright
A gentleness that lifts the air,
A heart so wide, so strong, so rare.
She threads her kindness through each day,
In little gestures, words she'll say,
Remembering what others need, 
Sowing hope with quiet deed.
Her laughter lingers, soft and warm,
A beacon

Donald Duck

Local top-blower, Donald Duck
Everyman who's always down on his luck
Most renowned for his incomprehensible quacks
But among the Caballeros, the leader of the pack

you have something to tell me

you have something to tell me
                          before afterglow
because I have a man’s feelings
           you can’t buy it from me
that even

Ronny

Yes, there are times now and again
I'll look back and remember when
you were mine for a little while;
you always could make me smile.
You were my Fabio straight off the cover
of the romance novel I read over and over.
Our love was so strong, it was a natural high;
the kind that's guaranteed never to die.
But just like

Courage, The Cowardly Dog

           Courage, lives in The Middle Of Nowhere,
                "there's something wrong here" — 
               the dog

all directions from the same place

all directions from the same place 
don’t lead to the same place
  that’s why you’re a butterfly
     and I, a moth, but one family
         the abandoned lawn
            but I care about

A Broken Piece

I know I messed things up
But you chose to be in a slump
You had the chance to show up
When I needed you to pick me up
But you chose to break me up

I gave all of me
You have only seen the dim of me
Ignored the worth of me
You were clearly a mistake of me

Rainbows smile is

THALIA'S BARK

My dog’s name is Thalia—
she barks when her tummy’s empty,
barks if she wants my attention,
and barks when a stranger wanders too near,
as if she owns the whole block.

One afternoon in the kitchen,
she just wouldn’t stop.
I figured—alright, food again—
so I scooped her a bowl.
But nope. Still barking her head off.

Curious, I went out to see what

Like That One Familiar Friend -

Like that one familiar friend -
Hope knows what I'm feeling
Before I've said anything
And gladly walks behind.

She has peace in her eyes
And keeps her lips silent;
Words are irrelevant
But hearing might suffice.

You

The setting
in your awe-inspiring
cheeks flushed
and sleepy eyes
& a grin giggling
at my black jokes
A true Australian,
just like me.
The Americans
will never get me,
thinks I'm tormenting
when I just have a really
dark sense of humor
that takes your breath away
with that cherished
and sparking
of your glow,
like a perfectly ripe apple
without bruising inside.
I do troll the humor-less
as its the pissing
of  laughing
from

That Pause Between Summer and Autumn

School was out, setting her free in summer -
free to tell friends bye, be lonely and cry.
Tears would spill for a best friend of one year
who she had learned would in time forget her.
Most teens knew same place and faces through school.
Military brats do not live that truth.

Summer would decide her joy for school's start.
Parents

Instant Potato Mix

I’ve never learned the art of a reliable recipe,
only the art of guessing who might eat it.

I will learn what you love,
the way you take your coffee,
that you’d rather have mustard on your sandwich,
that you prefer your toothpaste tastes like fruit instead of mint.

You see, I try too hard.
My food can’t be one flavor—
that would

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