Best Friend Missing Poems | Examples
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We talked a lot, we shared some dreams
My very special friend
And though you might not do the same
I'll love you 'til the end
In time the memories gather dust
Their sharpness not as fine
Into the background fade they must
But always they'll be mine
Important though the details not
Remember I'll at will
Your smile recalled on the spot
You're unforgettable
I miss your blond locks, your heterochromic eyes, and looks.
I miss your gorgeous smile, your mind, and your angelic voice.
I miss when I used to have the chances to be one of your choice.
Summer soil melded
between bloodied feet.
There is gravel stuck
between bone and soul
in their arch. A curve,
a signature that belongs
to an individual, it is
yours and only yours.
It leaves a mark on that cliff
where children beat the heat
to feel gravity’s sobering pull.
Water is the safety net,
some simply wish to go from
Sixty to one hundred percent.
Maybe then there is freedom.
I think I know how it felt
when he left scuffed marks
and solemn remarks.
There was only shoeprints and
concrete. But there was also a
cracking of a shell,
and water flowing from its dam.
Who am I to blame a man
that wished to feel
freefall forever.
When Youth packed his bags
and headed south
I knew I’d not see him again
So long, we’d been together
For years, he was my friend
It’s not that we had fallen out
We’d not had words or fought
It’s not as though, our time, misused
Or lessened, all for nought
We said goodbye, a long affair
Eventually, we kissed
And I must say in honesty,
At times, he’s sorely missed
He’s made new friends, I’ve met a few
And sent Youth my regards
I tried to warn Youth’s fickle ways
And what lies in the cards
Alas, his new friends worry not
That’s how it’s got to be
And Youth will be a friend to them
The same, he was to me
solitary walking
phantom presence at heel
deja vu
Coming of the blaze
Twilight dawn is coming to
A show of nature
Today I am feeling so sad and blue
You were fighting for your life, I didn’t know
We just talked about the old days, time flew
You were my best friend and I loved you so
I got the dreadful call this early morn
The grim reaper came and took you last night
When I got the news my heart was so torn
Now you are heaven bound, enjoy your flight
You were so brave and you suffer no more
Why didn’t you tell me, my amazing friend?
Watching you was bravery to the core
You didn’t want to burden me in the end
Til’ we met again on those peaceful shores
I’ll recall our camp days and many s’mores
Alexis Y.
08/10/2022
In spite of everything I try to do
I so terribly miss you!
You were my rock, my inspiration
No other can touch your magical sensation
After all our wonderful years
It is clear you have no peers
I will always cherish what we had
Reflecting back makes me so glad!
Empathetic nostalgia’s kicking in,
As I recall all of the times
We ever made each other feel better.
Touching reassurance is what I feel
As I remember the moments
In which we kept it real.
Envious longing stirred within,
As I realized just how much time
You ever spent with that person.
All of this, which you had little ever known,
Has been consuming me,
Especially when I feel so alone.
Relief found through endearing conversations,
Is all I need to ever feel for you again.
Isn’t that right, old friend…?
I thought of her smile, her love, her life,
many lovely moments in the past,
a great mother and devoted wife,
when she breathed her last.
many a purpose her life avail,
many a role and many a cast,
her feats in life had carved a long trail,
when she breathed her last.
Never a moment to stop or rest,
Never her life zeal would fly half mast,
she gave family her very best,
till she breathed her last.
what praise or glory can one bestow,
on a mother’s kingdom timeless vast,
we bow in her honour as tears flow,
she has breathed her last!
2nd placement
Mother poetry contest
Constance La France
Written 08/Feb /2021
In honour of my mother who will live on in hearts.
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Duke’s
leather
leash remains
where it always
hung on the hanger by the kitchen door.
I feel lonely without him by my side
but his paw prints
are ingrained
in my
heart
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10/11/20
Always
Lifetime chance meet
Friend love together grow
Separate ways memories still
Ever
Hold back the tears of sorrow
Imprisoned in this torment bounded by guilt
As I write your name on the wall
I miss the days when you were here
02.02.2017
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My White Daughter
They play like sisters
Quy-Imah has braids
And is of a darker hue
Kayla has blonde hair
And eyes of Blue
In the back seat of my car they play
Martin Luther King’s dream
Just two feet away
Quy-Imah says, Hi Daddy
Kayla copies, Hi Daddy
(They both giggle)
I try to ignore their childish musings
Sisters by their own choosing
No one could could convince them
That they were any different
Then the pessimism in my mind
Start
to
Catalog
If they ever were to go missing
My White Daughter
Would get the FBI, Helicopters
And a hundred canines
My Black daughter
Would be lucky to get a single dog
I spent some time with you today
although you're many miles away;
I brewed a pot of memory tea
and drank it all, down to the leaves.
I did not find the future there;
the past rose up, a fog of tears,
a misty bank of treasured dreams,
elusive joys on widespread wings.
You are so much a part of me!
I have brewed too strong this memory tea,
intoxicating as fine wine,
long aged within this heart of mine.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson