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Friends, I Love You
Most stages of our lives will see us surrounded and supported by friends. Different stages, different friends and if you are really lucky, you may have a friend or two that sticks with you through all the stages of your life. But on saying that, are your friends, real friends? Or are they just acquaintances? Will they stand by you through thick and thin or do they disappear when the going gets tough? Sadly I have always found that when the going gets tough, most of my friends, are really only acquaintances. I have been lucky though and I do have a few genuine friends. However, I can count these on the one hand. Still, I am extremely grateful for those few wonderful friends.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 3 years ago in PoetsPorcelain
A sonnet about the love I feel for my inspirational Muse Obvious music is “Porcelain” by Moby but the concept was from “Porcelain Thing” a character in “Sir Henry At Rawlinson End” by the sadly missed Vivian Stanshall.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 years ago in PoetsFeelings of Despair.
Feelings of despair, Fill our hearts. While silence , seems to smother the air. From our lips to our feet, Internal conflicts ,
The Gnarled Old Tree...
GNARLED OLD TREE... by SweetAngelsHalo A lone tree stands in the distance his thick arms reaching to the sky strong inside but getting old I walk along the path and rest my head in his lap gently I feel his branches bend to take ahold me picking me up I can still feel his heart beating strong within his old, gnarled wood I curl up in his branches as he says to my heart rest now sweet child I'm here and will watch over you a deep rumbling vibration fills my head as he begins to sing songs of old long forgotten by man but remembered of the earth I close my eyes, content safe for the first time ever he shades me from the dying sun and as the cool of the night comes on he keeps me warm the moon rises full and he lifts his eyes to sing the praises of the night for another day lived and a young girls love I stay with him for days and he teaches me the stories of old and passes along wisdom no one seems to care about anymore each day we talk and each night he holds me tight teaching his songs to me watching over me swaying gently in the breeze we watch the passage of time together seasons change long nights and days no one but us two I stroke his bark as I would my lovers face and he holds me tight like a lover should we share a passion greater than has ever been before for it goes beyond the flesh to the depths of the earth the depths of the soul we see each others beauty I no longer see the gnarled wood but see strength and wisdom he sees not a shy hurt little girl but a lithe green-eyed beauty matured beyond her years but still innocent as a child both of us open to the world open to each other no greater love has there or will there ever be than between me and my Gnarled Old Tree...
Karen SheltonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThen I was a woman
I did not lose my innocence as though it were a toy misplaced on the bedroom floor to be kicked under the bed in a haphazard way while I searched for shoes.
Brandy PortmanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsCold
A sad time for few Another turn of snow and snowflakes causing dew Fires and warmth is a common sighting Slick nights fall into array as stars start aligning
Jonathan HuntPublished 3 years ago in PoetsBeneath the Surface...
I know You’ve seen me, but You’ve only seen the surface... I am a deep cooling lake... But also part of the bustling stream and rushing river, winding through the mountains... Touching all aspects of life contributing to the beauty, embracing life, nurturing the seedlings and cleansing the soul of the world I see both the roots and the trees. I see the new babies and the old owl. I hear the voices and sing the songs. I am the World, but I am also always new and fresh. There are depths to me that you can never imagine, caves to explore. I can hear your words and heal your heart. I can wear you out and then refresh you. I can engulf you’re worries and leave you peaceful and relaxed.
Karen SheltonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsConsistency is Death
Consistency is Death Redundancy, & Consistency; a slow death. Seeping into the spine, deteriorating the bones. Curve balls exist for a reason.
Jayme Caroline ChapinPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLOST LOVER
I, a person I never thought you would abuse An option I never thought I would lose The sound of your name is now something I
ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZPublished 3 years ago in PoetsOur World
Behold the beauty which we seek but never understand Love one another but not yourself Love yourself but not one another Leave behind the worries of grandeur
Cedric FaderoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsStress Post Pandemic
Pandemic, Pandemic How much longer will it be? Pandemic Pandemic Are there any jobs out there for me? Going day to day With no joy We wear masks while others don’t So what’s the point? We smile and try not to worry But we worry because we never know Pandemic Pandemic please, just go I mean… When will this fear end? So we no longer have to pretend, That life is what it should be And not what it is? But the truth is that it isn’t what it could be because we always feel useless once again.
A poem many can relate to.
Rivers come, rivers go, Streams to come, water to flow, Gaze right down the flowing stream, Grass on the side, there to dream,
Jordan ZunigaPublished 3 years ago in Poets