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SeyiEagle Mar 2016
Many are friends everywhere
fewer are they that are dear.
some care but are rare,
while some can't compare.

Some are short, some are Tall.
with some, we love to talk
their ears are often on floor.
while some aren't there at all.

Tender as teddy,
priceless like an ancient log,
as old as the library book,
they are always on the hook.

Handle one with soft,
'cause they are fragile.
Be more humble,
sumptuous are subtle.
a good friend is a priceless jewelry.
SeyiEagle Mar 2016
When wave of trouble batter too harshly,
And life's fortune refuses its smile.
There is a place I love to be
When the road to stardom seems endless,
With all efforts but yet fruitless.
There is a place I love to be
When life's puzzles is so scrambled,
And the solution is far reachable.
There is a place I love to be
When the turbulence abound in drill
And I seek to get out, to leave and be free.
There is a place I love to be


When best friends turns foes
When my trust makes me fool,
There is a place I love to be.
When brothers i dear
Brings me slanders i bear
There is a place I love to be.
When all hope are betrayed,
And the once caring arm elbow me away
There is a place I love to be.
When my sins seems unforgivable,
And no one else I could cuddle,
There is a place I love to be

A place that promises no stress and worry,
A place often hard to find,
Buried in the garden of luck.
A place cool, calm And soothing
And its warmth comfort me on every side.
I could lay all day long,
'cause in there I often found solace.
In your Arm, a place to be
Flo Mar 2016
Dear night,
my old friend
In need of your serenity
I sit here staring at my hand

I need new words
I'm out of lines
Too much emotions
Struggling times

A great companion
Standing by my side
A secure feeling
Is what you provide

We've been writing poems
Together, from the start
Please don't fail me
Help me create another piece of art
I write poems in the middle of the night, so it is my loyal and taciturn companion. But it never fails to provide the enviroment most comfortable for writing poetry.
Echoes Of A Mind Feb 2016
Green Day once sang,
"Sometimes I wish someone out there
would find me"

And right Now
is one of those "Sometimes"
in my life

But no matter
How much I shout
And no matter
How much I scream
I know that nobody
will ever hear or see me
cry

On this empty street
Of my broken dreams
Where not even a single hope
is living

Well...I've gotten used
to walking alone
And it's only sometimes
that i wish I had someone
to walk beside me

Right now my only companion
is my shadow
On this Boulevard
Of Broken dreams...
As you can see I'm clearly inspired by the song "Boulevard of broken Dreams" by Green Day.
Wanted to try to write a poem inspired by music and this is the result
LexiSully Feb 2016
He is a bystander, following you along your path, observing your every turn, waiting to swoop in at any given moment

He is as the mist at dusk, encircling then dispersing, constantly changing his notions

He unveils himself from time to time, dropping mixed emotions over those who see him, having the power to pull people together or rip them apart

Should we fear and ridicule him, for all he brings is darkness and despair?

No, for he is our caretaker, our guardian angel, our friend

Since he travels in darkness, the sparkling brilliance of light floods our lives, surrounding us with positivity and enchantment

He teaches us how to love endlessly, forgive ceaselessly, and live gratefully.
I can't lie...
I miss her.
Maybe not the romantic relationship,
But I miss her company...

I miss those nights eating dinner in front of the TV,
I miss her in the kitchen sipping on some wine,
I miss those lazy Sundays on the couch doing nothing.

I can't lie...
I miss her.
Maybe not those nights when we fought incessantly,
Maybe not the constant struggle for wanting to be wanted..
But I miss her...
I miss the sincerity of her heart
I miss the love in her eyes when she looked at me...

I miss the security...
Knowing she was going to be in my bed every night,
I miss the feeling in my heart
Knowing that there was no need to worry...
She was mine, and I was hers.

I can't lie...
I miss her.
Maybe not the tears she shed,
Maybe not the constant fighting
Maybe not those nights when I was constantly pushed away...

But...
I miss the simplicity,
I miss how comfortable we were,
I miss knowing every single part of her body,
I miss the plans, the smiles, the conversations...

I can't lie.
I miss her...
My best friend, my accomplice,
my constant companion...

I can't lie...
I still miss her...my wife.
F White Dec 2015
Sometimes, looking at you in the light of the kitchen  I want
to run a finger
Down the length of your nose but
I know you'd wrinkle it, and shake your head citing a tickle, but kiss behind my shoulder as soon
As I turn away

When my feet make ice pools in the bed
Toes accidentally brushing your ankle and you **** abruptly, but upon hearing
My sigh, trap them back with your ankles til, martyr that you are, I'm engulfed in
Warmth at your
Expense.

Sometimes the last trickle of milk is mine, for the coffee,
Silent with your eyes smiling fondly, you look on as I sip, resolutely stirring powdered
Dead baby souls into mug as substitute.

Even damp smelly socks
Greasy hair
Neurotic tears and
Intellectual rambling epiphanies

Even childish blunders, fudging the
Budget or burning the toast

You still call me fond Things.

And love Me.
The most.
Copyright fhw, 2015
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
I don't wanna die yet
but i want to leave this world,really!
with*  *a spark twinkling in their eyes
with a sweetest smile at their lips
with the true happiness on their hearts
with a peaceful thinking of their minds
through my writings that
wrote ups my entire life
together with them distantly

i wouldn't be left  without  even saying
that i am leaving...for i don't wanna be gone
without even enjoying the blessing
beyond the health and wellness of their bodies
without even seeing the prosperity of their lives
without even knowing there is a salvation of their souls
without hearing the forgiveness of their own
as well as my shortcomings

let me live and let die
with or without  music in my ears
with or w/out struggles in my hands
with or w/out a friend who trusted me not
with or w/out a lover who loves me not
cuz i couldn't be seated anymore
with or w/out a reader by YOUR own will
for i should stand up on my own feet
with or w/out somebody by my side
again let me live and let die
by caressing me in Your powerful loving arms
with or w/out my beloved mystery rhyme!

PLEASE LET US STAY by the love and companion
of YOUR BEGOTTEN SON,
AND LET US LIVE AND NOT DIE YET
**within your everlasting covenant
from dusk till dawn...
smile in between miles!
Lizzy Love Nov 2015
When romance is dulled,
and you don't have clue,
one must look inward
to seek perspective anew.

Sit in a cold, dark room
alone
and all you want is company.
Lie in a warm, cozy bed
accompanied
and all you want is solitude.

Do these daunting situations bloom
from things of which we hold comfort?
And once we have those lovely things,
we start to seek the opposite?
Sullen ponderings from a different time, probably 2013.
© Lizzy Collins
ylruceiram Nov 2015
A perfect companion on a lonely night
The only star that shines bright

A perfect shield behind the real danger
The only thing that could seal the underlying anger

A perfect sound amidst all the noise
The only thing shining amongst the crowd

The light to the dark path ahead
A beacon of hope when everything else fails

The colors to the deaf world
A glimpse of sound to the blind man

The life source of the dying
A rope  to the falling girl

The reason to continue to exist
A simple yet big reason to live
Musiiiiic
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