Friendships Poems
Whispered in the bones
by Ryan Taylor
I have loved you like rivers love the pull of the moon,
like roots love the weight of the earth
a quiet, unshaken devotion,
deep beneath the places eyes can see.
You do not walk into a room,
you arrive,
soft as candlelight flickering in the hush of midnight,
turning walls into something holy,
something that knows your name.
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93. So, Defeating
by Kea Campbell
Fingers rest at F and J and the keys ask, “How are you?”
My hands are speechless… “I’m okay, just feeling out of tune.”
Tired eyes from trauma and headaches from national news,
Unable to side with the hypocrite Demis or self-centered men in blue suits.
Pardon my pessimism, but the present is all too intense.
I empathize with the 15.4 million and contemplate the 49 thousand.
What a shame of how difficult it is to find a true friend,
But I reap what I sow, considering I no longer make an attempt.
Don’t get the wrong idea if I can’t find any more of me to give.
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Crush
by Sukhmanpreet Kaur Gill
I lose my thoughts when I think about you,
My conscious is lost when I talk about you.
You smile makes my heart flutter,
Just the thing I love about you.
At every possible opportunity,
I steal glances.
Just standing there to look at you.
Seeing Red Roses I always felt,
The roses red but the petals blue
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But I Miss Her…
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
I try to tell myself
everything’s gonna be okay…
I try to tell myself
my thoughts of her will simply go away…
I try to tell myself
it’s okay, man, just move on…
I try to tell myself
find some happiness in my sad song…
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Listening To The Shadows
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
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Whispered in the bones
by Ryan Taylor
I have loved you like rivers love the pull of the moon,
like roots love the weight of the earth
a quiet, unshaken devotion,
deep beneath the places eyes can see.
You do not walk into a room,
you arrive,
soft as candlelight flickering in the hush of midnight,
turning walls into something holy,
something that knows your name.
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94. As Thyself
by Kea Campbell
As Thyself
The grass is getting greener, incomparable on either side.
Observe—they're different shades, nonetheless a beautiful palette to the naked eye.
Trees, still leafless, and allergy season has yet to arrive.
If I could, I'd wait outside, watching springtime breathe everything back to life.
We don't have to talk politics, and I've seen conflicting values break friendships.
We don't have to talk at all; just sit here with me in the quiet.
If you'd like to play some tunes, you can throw on the playlist we made for me and you.
Oh how I love comfortable silence, and how I miss lakeside sunset views for two.
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93. So, Defeating
by Kea Campbell
Fingers rest at F and J and the keys ask, “How are you?”
My hands are speechless… “I’m okay, just feeling out of tune.”
Tired eyes from trauma and headaches from national news,
Unable to side with the hypocrite Demis or self-centered men in blue suits.
Pardon my pessimism, but the present is all too intense.
I empathize with the 15.4 million and contemplate the 49 thousand.
What a shame of how difficult it is to find a true friend,
But I reap what I sow, considering I no longer make an attempt.
Don’t get the wrong idea if I can’t find any more of me to give.
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79. Still Adjacent
by Kea Campbell
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
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An angel in disguise
by Reem Khalaf
She took my hands I was 9
Giving me her other bud
And telling me just listen and enjoy the ride
Close your eyes and let me take you to the moon
She a woman of her words
Putting my feet above the clouds
And pushing me from the moon
Back to earth on my hands and knees
Waving and smiling from the moon back at me
looking up at her with my split temple
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