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Karma Oct 15
I wish I didn't know so much.
Looking at these pieces,
I learn so much
About a friend
I have no place to know
Anything about.

I love their simple drawings.
Their flatness,
How cute they are,
Even the mistakes that
I find so
Incredibly
Annoying.
They let me know how normal
My friend is.

I hate their drawings
That, on the surface,
Look like chaos.
I learn about how they see themselves.
I learn of their fears and worries.
I learn, all because I know.
They let me know how sad
My friend is.

I wish I didn’t know so much.
Looking at these pieces,
I learn so much
About myself.
I can’t bring myself
To say anything.

I love my friend.
Their distance,
How cute they are,
Even their flaws that
I find so
Oddly
Appealing.
They just don’t know
How special they are.

I wish I could say
I hate myself.
I may be chaos,
But in my eyes,
I’m so simple.
I learn of my fears and worries,
Yet, I feel I know nothing.
I’m not sad,
I just want to make them laugh.
Auroraveil Oct 7
My first companion, I move, you move.
You move, I move.
You are with me at every step I take.
At every turn I take, at every turn I make.
As unconscious as you are,
You are still my one true friend,
Who shall never leave my side.
To the day I die.

I walk in the dark I can't see you,
So lonely, I can't see you,
But we are whole now.
We are now one. You are always there,
Shadow.
My first ever written poem, any reviews will be appreciated as it will add to my journey in becoming a poet.
Mosquito, mosquito
annoying chiquito,
no more flights,
no more bites,
no more bon appetito,
you pushed me too far
for you it's finito
Emery Feine Oct 2
I finally had the courage to reveal my truth
Loosening its two-year-long choke
And when I finally told it to a friend
She laughed at my "hilarious joke".
this is my 89th poem, written on 4/9/24
sha Oct 5
Do you realise how I smile when your words come into play?
It feels as if He sent you as a reminder in my way.
Through the tears and aches of my weary frame
Your words of “please? Just you and me?” render me tame.

We may not talk for years and ages,
Perhaps only a joke or two between our cages.
But when your white dove drops your letter by my door
I can’t help but believe I feel the sea breeze by the seashore.
bb, if you see this, it is for you :)

To You, My Friend © 2024 by Sha is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
aidan Sep 24
i’m sitting in my empty room
where dreams run dry

i’m tossing in my empty room
so desperate for shuteye

i sit here in my room so cold
with heat turned on
by the glowing moon

i’ve seen this moon too many now
i often think we’re friends, oh wow!
but musn’t i be dumb to think
or ponder what my new friend speaks

or does he speak
for he’s the moon
he speaks to me
a silent tune.
apricot Sep 24
A friend so fair and bright,
With words that cut like a knife.
They'd stab me in the back,
With lies and deceit in their track.

Their smiling face, a mask of deceit,
Their heart, a pit of greed and hate.
They'd take my trust, and break my heart,
With every word, they'd tear us apart.

Their loyalty, a mirage in the sand,
Their friendship, a poisoned brand.
They'd whisper lies in my ear,
And laugh as I shed a tear.

But still, I'd hold on to the hope,
That one day, they'd change their scope.
That they'd see the harm they've done,
And make amends, before the sun.

But alas, it's just a dream,
For they are lost in their own scheme.
And I am left to weep and mourn,
The loss of a friend, forever torn.
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