Short Childhood Friend Poems
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SONG
a voice
melody
the record player
in my big brothers' room
magical seventy-eights
"my musical friend and savior"
Dorky
Geeky
Stinky
Sneaky
My school friends were dorky, geeky, game
but they were quite stinky, sneaky, lame.
2,2,2,2,9,9.
1/19/2018
Contest write me a Tyburn
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues.
Oh time,
My once trusted childhood friend,
It is so difficult for me to accept the fact
That with the passing of years
You have turned into
A vengeful foe!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
07 October 2016
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
His Rain Songs
(inspired by Stephen Kilmer's poem, Rain Songs)
Was glad you came back, my
childhood friend from Nam.
Look at the friends of the dead;
they cry when it rains.
My friend flinches, cries, or shouts.
Forever nightmares.
The dead are resting now.
man and woman, earlier boy and girl
take a walk in the park
enlivened by the chirpy song of a lark
behold pure joy unfurl
childlike innocence frolics with delight
agendaless exuberance prevails
in the void, both lift soul’s sails
as they so embark on a wingless flight
Together we built castles from sand.
I was the princess.
You, always my prince.
We would always pretend.
You used to chase me around the trees,
until I became dizzy, and I couldn't breathe.
We played hide and seek,
Sometimes I even let you take a peek.
We was always such sneaks.
Form:
My ardent faith in you leading me to your divine pond where I will flap my tiny hands and swim with you to the other shore.
streaks of pleasure rose
as the swimming lesson grows -
swan and little boy
Date of Entry : 10-08-2020
Contest : Haibun - Pick Your Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
The passion of the soul
there is no stronger force
that surges through our veins
alive in breathless winds
and gentle seas
the spirit soars
never resting..
but living strong within our hearts
For the passing of a young man passionate for life, sea and surf...
and my son's childhood friend...
Slightest wind makes you vibrant
dance as if the sun was your lover
Every other being moving without hesitation
still, you are the most free spirited
All your hands wave at me
as if i were a childhood friend
Easily how sickness is seen
yellow is the color
shows to me you are dying
No longer you are my brother
Out conversations are notorious.
Our loud laughter is uproarious.
Our explosions of mirth are furious.
Other diners smile. Some look curious.
This what it is like with a childhood friend.
Pure happiness does not readily end.
When we are together, all dour descends.
We are flexible and find, as lovely knee bends.
Time Spent With Diane
Like traversing tracks
And jumping the cracks
My time
Spent with Diane
Like jumping some ropes
And sledding down slopes
My time
Spent with Diane
Like skipping some stones
And eating snow cones
My time
Spent with Diane
Like a childhood friend
That never will end
My time
Spent with Diane
Swift as air, the jet took me back.....
to my roots.
The pre-Thanksgiving fares to Philly sucked me in,
like mom's Hoover vacuum.
And Lady Luck, her diamonds catching the rays of a thousand moonlit nights,
held my hand,
when I stayed with an old childhood friend.
Together we walked the fields near the murky river,
and lamented what never became.
Form:
I remember where the sidewalk ended
Next to where the old fan palm grew
That waved its many hands at me
As I walked home from school each day
And of course I always waved politely back
In childhood anything can be befriended
But even as a kid I knew
That wind, not wonder, moved the tree
Yet I named it Summer Heat Wave
And of course I still wave politely back.
Souls surface, scared and torn.
Fearful child, you were so wise.
Too precious for this filth,
Though every diamond came from muck.
Sadistic friend, your corruption
Knows no limits.
He who mocks with such venom
Poisons his own heart.
Crippled breath, you run here
In these veins,
A black opium, oh hidden puppeteer!
I suppose you have forgotten me
By now.
I've a childhood friend I cannot forget.
Since first grade, I've known Paulette.
I haven't heard from her in some time,
and both of us are well past our prime.
I called to see how she was doing,
and right off she started boo-hooing.
I was sorry to learn her health is bad.
Poor Paulette, sounded terribly sad.
November 11, 2021
Paulette - 1 Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
He, my childhood friend
I really didn't notice
That he was different
I loved him..
We played together
Innocent of misplaced genes
He wanted to be with me
Simple days..
He was so happy
Blissfully unaware
Downs Syndrome was his curse
Ignorance..
He was sent away
" For his own good" they said
My innocence dying
How I cried..
In another time
His gifts would be nourished
A melancholy heart
My friend Steve..
He looked longingly at her
As a child would a candy bar
She had turned into a model
His childhood friend
Her world was topsy turvy
With razzmatazz
While his was without all the jazz
Her lotus shaped eyes he was in love with
That gazed on him in playful light
While to another blew a kiss in flight
Would he be able to capture her fluttering heart he thought
In the end decided the candy would be best if never bought.
Don’t underestimate the power of silence
Silence was my childhood friend
Silence is something to defend
Silence isn’t deafening
Silence is mind levelling
Silence isn’t ominous
Silence isn’t monotonous
Silence is internal strength
Silence is good health
Silence doesn’t perform
Silence isn’t in multi form
Silence is pure
Silence is there to assure
Silence is trustworthy
Silence is credit worthy
Silence is my friend
Cinnamon, my childhood doll,
I barely thought of you at all -
of where you went,
or how, or when,
but I was only little then.
Now I'm crying, lost in time:
layered under years of grime,
you sit quite still
upon the shelf
and I am back inside myself.
The antique market fades away:
I reach for you amidst the fray.
My Cinnamon,
my childhood friend,
our story wasn't meant to end.
Contest sponsored by Charles Messina. June 14, 2023
"Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea", Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow
His name was Jackson Paper.
Forgotten by history,
disappearing like a vapor,
he was born near Honalee.
He became successful enough,
but forgot his childhood friend.
Years later, in a smoky puff,
he met a fiery end.
Happy Ending
While, Jackson, ol' Puff did destroy,
in his place, a younger male
heard, "long time no see, Jackie boy,
time for us to set sail".
Brutal beatings
I've been dealt
A child screams
The ice cream melts;
Cuts and bruises
From head to toe
Muffled whimpers
As she shovels snow;
Unbridled laughter
He hides in shame
Praying to God
They won't remember my name;
Kicks and punches
Thrown in fear
Under the covers
He hides his tears;
The childhood friend
Died in my arms
Life itself
Has lost all of its charm;
Opening up
To God and man
Freeing myself
As best as I can.
I'm a white dude, she's a black woman.
We have known each other since we were children,
and as I caressed her soft dark chocolate skin,
my childhood friend turned to me and said the following;
"You are like a brother to me, this can't continue happening."
"Are you saying," I asked, "not to make love to you like a black man?"
"Not that kind of 'brother," she smirked, "you gorgeous moron."
She is beauty with brains, I'm just the pretty one.
I know when my looks go, I'm doomed, done.