Long Friendships Poems
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These are the years where
life feels magical
I've finally rid myself
of toxic friendships and
that feels glorious
Finding passion in Boxing
and Kickboxing makes me
feel confident and powerful
These are the years where
life feels magical
I've started becoming religious
And that feels weird
I've started playing the
ukulele and that feels fun
These are the years where
life feels magical
I've gotten back into
Field-Hockey and that feels exciting
And I'm loving working
as a care-giver
These are the years where
life feels magical and I
wouldn't want it any
other way
We were born several months apart.
Our mothers were very good friends in fact
Not a thing did they do apart
Neither from each other did they depart
Although many of them tried to make them part
Some even used dubious methods to hurt
Our parents, but they took heart
And rather than separate them they united them more
I grew up and played with you
Not one believed that am not related to you
Some even said that i looked and acted like you
I guess it was because i was always with you
Like my blood brother i treated you
More than a brother i viewed you
Was always doing the chores with you
And always felt naked when i was not with you
As we grew up so did our friendship
The trials and temptations boarded our ship
But even these could not tamper with our friendship
Different career paths led us to board different ships
Our ways we went as we faced the life's hardships
On the way we formed new relationships
That led to new friendships
And now i sense a fading flame of what used to be a very good friendship
As i write this, i can not comprehend
Why our friendship had to end
Is it because there were some issues that had to end?
Or is it our pride that put the relationship to an end
What would have been a friendship hard to comprehend?
Or is it that our friendship, we did not know how to tend?
That like everything alive it has to be fed?
Kindly help me to comprehend.
Form:
July 23 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 49-52
Key Verse – Isaiah 49:8 Thus saith the LORD, In an acceptable time have I heard thee, and in a day of salvation have I helped thee: and I will preserve thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, to establish the earth, to cause to inherit the desolate heritages.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME
Thank You for helping me in facing difficulties
By Your strengthening opportunities…
Please keep my faith’s steadfastness over human frailties
Here am I trusting You with all my functional faculties.
Thank You for helping me in overcoming hardships
By Your upholding fellowships…
Please inspire my heart’s devotion over worldly friendships
Here am I seeking You with all my ministerial relationships.
Thank You for helping me in facing discouragements
By Your exhorting testaments…
Please meet my need’s urgency over temporal allurements
Here am I abiding in You with all my heavenly investments.
Thank You for helping me in facing crises
By Your fortifying purposes…
Please guard my soul’s tenacity over sinful forces
Here am I depending on You with all my distresses.
Thank You for helping me in subduing struggles
By Your empowering might to soar as do the eagles…
Please pull my devotion’s commitment over lustful tangles
Here am I clinging to You with all my life-angles.
Thank You for helping me in dealing with my deficiencies
By Your satisfying mercies…
Please supply my limitation’s lack over attacking insufficiencies
Here am I learning from You with all my inconsistencies.
Thank You for helping me in fleeing from temptations
By Your guiding instructions…
Please lead my wisdom’s decisions over foolish suggestions
Here am I surrendering to You with all my imperfections.
July 23, 2022
I’m tired,
tired of all the drama,
tired of relationships
not working.
Tired of carrying other
people’s qualms on my shoulders
Can’t they see?
Don’t they realize?
They are draining my energy?
Can’t they see I’ve shut down?
My body might,
be present but my mind is not,
with a facial expression
that gives nothing away
people just assume
I’m willing and able
to go on, to listen, to take in and to give advice…
That I don’t need a time out
to establish my needs and my desires…
Would that make me selfish?
To want to be by myself
and enjoy being me
without being a friend,
a shoulder to cry on or
the one person that glue mutual
friendships together?
I’m here but I’m not
I’ m listening but I can’t hear
I’m looking at you but I can’t see
I’m tired
drip dried
all of you are draining me.
See this smile?
It isn’t real
It’s your problem
It’s not for me to feel…
Leave me alone
get off my back
stop pestering me
stop this melodrama attack…
*the day I wrote this one, I just had enough of everybody so this is what I came up with, today I can laugh about it , thinking to myself I was so silly that day ;)*
It seem to have started when she was a kid
She never could do what the other students did
They seen her as strange while teachers seen who she was
No one was able understand the unique things that she does
She always had struggled with the person she was on the inside
Relationships formed with others always seemed to collide
There was always this search or mission to find the right one
Friendships never last but always stopped where they begun
This lost girl eventually grew into a lost adult
Losing life's trophy doing what she was taught
Put others first and put yourself in second place
Each time she tried, things blew up in her face
For years she has wondered where she belongs
Through each friendship her pain just prolongs
She thought about shutting out the world to remain alone
Thinking she would see better days now that's she's grown
She's been lost for some time now seeking social improvements
Instead of a lifelong friend she receives emotional punishments
When a friendship dies
It hurts inside
Even briniging a tear to my eye
Worse still is when a friend lies
Can tear up your heart inside
Makes you wonder why
Could even make a grown man cry
Then you start to wonder was it all just a lie
All those memories lost to the by and by
But you must take strength from deep inside
Your true feelings you should never hide
So stand up tall and for the truth
As friendships die though it may be sad
More are forged by truth and live
For all friendship is, is just truth and love
With that love you have nothing to fear
For true friendship is forever.
In life's vast tapestry, we find our way,
A journey painted in night and day.
From dawn's first light to twilight's gleam,
It's more than just a passing dream.
In infancy, we learn to crawl,
In youth, we rise, we stand, we fall.
Through teenage dreams and adult strife,
We navigate the maze of life.
With every laugh and tear we shed,
We carve the path where we are led.
In friendships true and love's embrace,
We find our peace, our resting place.
Through sunlit fields and darkest night,
We seek the meaning, the profound insight.
In joy, we dance; in sorrow, we weep,
Life's rhythm, steady, in its sweep.
In aging grace, we reminisce,
Of youthful days, of love's first kiss.
Yet, every moment, every breath,
Is a dance with time, a dance with death.
So let us live with hearts aflame,
Cherishing each moment's name.
For in life's fleeting, wondrous gleam,
We find the beauty of our dream.
The Freedom of forty
Somewhere between the laugh lines
and the lessons,
I stopped asking permission
to be exactly who I am.
My hair might gray,
my knees might creak,
but my backbone?
It's never been stronger.
I don't chase approval anymore.
I don't shrink to fit rooms
I was never meant to stay in.
If you like me, wonderful.
If you don't... life goes on.
My peace became more valuable
than proving a point.
My home more important
than keeping everyone else comfortable.
My family, my sanity, my joy
those are the things
that finally made the top of the list.
By forty, I've learned
there are three kinds of women
who pass through your life.
The first teaches you loyalty
the friend who grows beside you,
sharing dreams, tears, and memories
that time can't erase.
The second teaches you heartbreak
the one who slowly becomes a stranger,
showing you that not every chapter
deserves another page.
And then comes the third.
The woman who arrives
when you've stopped pretending.
She loves the messy, healing version of you,
calls you out when you need it,
laughs until your stomach hurts,
and reminds you that chosen family
is still family have I found her maybe.
Forty isn't giving up.
It's giving up the need
to explain yourself.
It's wearing what you love,
speaking your truth,
protecting your peace,
and walking away
without guilt.
Because time has become precious.
And I've learned
I'd rather be disliked
for being real
than loved
for being someone I'm not.
So here's to forty.
To softer hearts,
stronger boundaries,
fewer apologies,
deeper friendships,
and the beautiful freedom...
of not giving a damn
what anyone else thinks.
I texted her Thanksgiving.
Asked what she’s doing for a living.
I texted her on Christmas Day.
If she was doing ok.
I sometimes admit.
That I almost quit.
Trying to reach out to old friends.
But the holidays are when hope upends.
I texted her New Year’s Eve.
It feels like I was just raking the leaves.
But the cold has settled.
I almost want to backpedal.
I text her each holiday.
With not much to say.
Using exclamation points!
Hurts my finger joints.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Easter is all I can say!
Even the Fourth of July.
I want to talk, but simply say “hi.”
I texted her Thanksgiving, once more.
She sends a smiley face I adore.
I sent her a turkey back.
Old texts start to stack.
I decided to delete them right then.
If not now, then when?
I texted her Thanksgiving Day.
There’s not much more to say.
2026.01.16
Today, Thursday 52 weeks ago,
Someone summoned up the courage,
Decided to approach me,
While I was standing in a queue.
He introduced me his name was JC.
He, somehow, knew I was in need,
To find a website to share my writing,
Which wrapped up all my feelings,
Of the short, sweet and lovely friendship with BB.
JC was a young, and seemed to be a shy man,
But he took the initiative to reach out to me,
To start a friendship which was
Even shorter than I was with BB.
It was so short it lasted only 88 days,
With lot of waiting, and promising.
It ended on a Sunday 2025.4.13.
When he messaged me in the morning.
With lot of anguishes and hatred.
Strangely enough, I had mix feelings for him.
I wished he never asked me,
To read his author book,
In which I found him a person with adhorent actions,
I was dismay and disappointed with his immature and irresponsible person.
Actually, it was how he treated me,
That I retaliated and described my true feelings,
And being unfriendly towarded him in my writing,
He should judge me from my behaviours,
Instead of my words.
How I had always been nice to him.
I supposed, pen is mightier than sword.
Nevertheless, if it was not for him,
All my feelings and diary writing,
Would still be bottled up and burried in my heart.
Thank you JC.
As I wrote before, it was faith letting us meet,
It was our behaviours and characters,
Driven our friendships fell apart.
Just wished to say "Hello JC, take care and goodbye."
To commemorate our friendship,
However, short and bitter sweet,
I have started playing your song,
The one you wrote last year,
The one you shared with me,
Just 10 days before you ended our relationship.
The only one I loved to read, sing and play.
I wish all your dreams come true,
Form a band to play your songs,
Publish and produce the albums.
Finally, complete your author book,
With interesting and lovely stories.