"comraderie" poems
It makes no difference
Whether it is poet freak or Hello poetry
The sites are different
The loopholes are quite apparent
Human psyche is the same
There may be only a change in name
Good poets are every where respected
Fake poets are easily detected
Great poets are always adored
Eternal poets are highly revered
If writing poetry becomes a poet’s obsession
He tries his best to achieve perfection
The main aim of poetry is to please
Our tension it will soon release
The aim of a great poet is to instruct
But every poet’s intention is to construct
The platform for comraderie
Writing poetry is not a reverie
Poetry consoles, delights
Instructs, pleases, and relieves
Even our greatest psychic pain
Writing or reading poetry is a spiritual gain
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 3:28 AM UTC
There’s nothing like a frosty winter morning,
when the sky has had enough
of trying to look nice and welcoming
for you today,
but instead decided to take the day off
and retreat under the soft grey fluff of a blanket, and you too,
have done the same, in a show of comraderie,
cracking the window open just enough
to feel each other’s breath
across the zipping air
that won’t stop fussing
or biting off the skin on your right thumb.
There’s nothing like such a morning
when a bottomless pit of steaming hot coffee isn’t enough, though your heart-rate
is through the roof, but you pretend that’s good
for you, as if it’s pumping blood and heating up
your insides.
A morning when the requirement to stay inside
is no longer a discomfort but an opportunity –
for some calm piano tunes,
just like the wind
converging then diverging,
to serenade you in the background, while your rough
cold hands, stretch out in their familiar spider web
but this time in a slower
motion stretch
and take you to the keyboard once again,
because there’s nothing like it on a frosty, freezing, gloomy winter
Morning like this.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:23 PM UTC
It's Friday night.
The drunks are at play.
Is that fun? What they do?
Black out.
I tried it.
Failed.
"Get it yourself."
They shouted at me.
As I asked for water.
While in a docile state.
And yet.
I still want to join them.
Their comraderie.
Its life.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
more than anything, i need your love.
i didn’t dare to ask for it, but
your unexplained adoration slunk seamlessly
into the passing days until i let my guard down
& believed you when you said you felt
the same.
you don’t even know the half of it.
you couldn’t understand how i gave you myself
from the beginning, trusting you to be the one
not to break me, but giving you that crushing capacity
all the same.
[one night, when i confessed how much i feared losing you,
you told me,
reassuringly,
“there will be other people.”
but you only made me cry. how could you possibly feel how i feel
when you could see my future in the hands of others & i only have eyes
for you?]
i’m sorry i’m not as whole as i’d like to be.
i’m sorry for apologizing to you
instead of kissing your forehead.
i’m sorry i carved the word “worthless” onto my skin
when i was seventeen
& that you can still read it.
there will always be the loose ends,
the fragments,
pieces of myself that remain
raw & ragged & will never be
okay,
like the nervous, automatic game
played by my palms, as they strain to clutch
my naked stomach,
the moment i awake,
measuring
with practiced fingers,
confirming i have not became an excess.
“too much” used to be far less literal until
i gave my shrinking self-worth a body to
dwindle in comraderie.
i am waiting for you decide you need someone
with more skin than scar tissue.
i am waiting for you to discover i am far more empty
than full.
i am waiting for these jarring epiphanies to come to you
in a rush of suddenly,
a wave of understanding breaking over your bowed head,
the realization i am not
what you want.
if there’s one thing i know for sure,
you could walk away from me & never look back
& i would only blame myself.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Make me understand.
Go to school learn and leave.
Leave with a complete understanding of what exactly?
State, define, discuss, examine, list the ways to get ahead.
Fight for success, it's a doggy dog world out here...he says.
If you don't take them down they'll take you down, he says.
I don't get it.
Make me understand.
Analyse, evaluate,
Keep those answers to yourself one less mark on their test means one more on your's.
The working world is like a jungle.
Only the strong would survive.
What if I'm weak.
Weak with the mentality that I should help my fellowmen.
Make me understand.
Shouldn't we work together to accomplish success for each person?
Every mouth fed, every table with bread no child dreading the dreadful fears of empty cupboard and dry draws.
Make me understand.
Theories, definitions, calculations, formulate your rise and their downfall.
Accounts doesn't account for you begging for change on the street.
Change your views and renew your review for when they enter the interview with you will trampled them like the enemies you'll chew.
One more time...
Make me understand.
Write in first person, because you should be the first person on your list.
Neglect the feeling of comraderie or friendship.
The only way to be on top is to start trampling from the bottom.
Remember, no friends in business.
Be a friend for food, then leave them face down and flat on the ground.
Feed those fools with fake smiles and phony promise rings.
Then stand tall and claim your rightful place as king.
Trust me, follow my guidelines and you'll be left standing in triumph.
Okay young Trump?
Now I understand.
Now I'm powerful, now I stand tall
Built a wall to make sure the others fall. So they call me a monster.
Because I needed someone to guide my hand
But unfortunately, I asked the wrong person to...
Make me understand.
~Gabbriella with 2 b's~
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
Once upon a time...
I Met you.
I never thought we would end up like this.
But before I go any further... I must say...
We met, and it was wonderful.
You brought a whole new perspective,
Into my journey of this game named Life.
We talked, and noticed
All the similarities we had.
We became inseparable.
You and I believed it was comraderie at first.
We were brothers,
although many times I had to kindly remind you I was a female.
You and I in the silence,
Was more than a conversation.
Everything we did, was fun.
We went on many adventures,
Together.
Your company was like no other....
You were my best friend.
But through one experience...
It seemed the glass broke.
You no longer saw me as a brother...
You saw me as a...
Woman.
Who knew this view would make you withdraw so quickly.
You retreated and left me in the dark.
You ignored me and avoided me.
I never understood why.
I blamed myself... I lost a brother.
All of a sudden,
You admitted to falling inlove,
With ME.
I was dumbfounded, confused, but most of all happy I heard from you again.
I did not quite understand your feelings,
But your company is what I needed and craved.
Perhaps, knowing how you felt gave me butterflies...
But, I always had them in your company.
Perhaps, I fooled myself into thinking
You were only a brother figure.
Perhaps, this whole time I was inlove with you too...
Just too afraid to admit it.
And with a conversation, and a magical kiss...
I was yours.
That kiss, left me breathless. Sparks were everywhere.
All the fairy tales kisses I believed to be ********
Came true... When I kissed you.
Everything from then on... Was Magical.
But, like in all stories... Time was not on our side.
Time was our enemy and distance was our betrayer.
Before I left, you began acting strange.
You began ignoring me.
Blinded by love, I kept hopes alive... That this magical reltionship would sustain regardless of the distance.
The day of my birth... You did not come see me. The day of my birth... I was sentenced to leave for awhile.
Where were you? Nowhere to be found.
And when I asked... I instantly knew...
It broke off.
In tears I ran to a friend... Who called you a coward.
I cursed your name...
The last thing you said was
"Happy Birthday, Im sorry".
And here I am.... Foolishly thinking of you.
Without a reason and as my world shatters apart for right now.
There will be brighter days. Those will always come....
Because life never stops for the fool inlove.
©Lily M. Sky
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
Where can I find people like me?
Do they actually exist somewhere
out there int the vast expanse of the world?
Or do I sit here bemoaning my self made exile
in the same vein that a child does when placed
in the corner as punishment for some transgression?
Even if there were some community I might
feel welcome in hiding with at some far
flung place pledging true freedom, still I would
suffer the pains of having a broken soul.
It's been a long time since I opened up
my shoebox full of pictures and saw myself
five years old and wading barefoot through
a cold creek....loving every second of it.
There's another polaroid of me feeding a mint
to that angry old donkey, dead years now,
but that ornery ol ******* and I had some
sort've understanding, him knowing his place
and me trying to discover mine.
Most of my life has been spent clawing my
way toward some ill defined future I thought
I had to travel toward in order to live well,
and now I find myself willingly going backward.
My Dad achieved his dream of having land when
I was fifteen, and when I came back to live with him
again, his land became my own, his cares for our place,
became my own, hauling rocks and worrying after fences,
being a part of something that we built from our hands.
The world changed quickly though,
and if I had been older and wiser I
would have expected that the eventual
break would appear when most we all
needed something of peace.
But those minutes in the clear creek,
and that grudging comraderie with a donkey,
getting off the bus when seventeen and having
horses recognize me as I walk down the dirt road,
hoofed friends meeting me at a gate every day;
that is the home I need...and one day will return to.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
I grew up watching my parents reduce themselves to their bassist.
Oops, that's a typo:
They are not musicians.
Debasement, so crass.
Humiliation on full blast.
But I guess it's a fairly common thing to dread family vacations.
My mom can't take the hint.
She can't tell when we're disinterested.
My dad talks a bunch of crazy **** despite who might be listening.
There's an unspoken comraderie amongst us siblings.
We're all in this together.
We fight our inherited,
unwanted,
self-destructive tendencies.
When I lose a battle I can always count on them to make me feel better.
Two have found ther wings.
They flew away from this place.
One soars high,
but I fear the other found himself another cage.
It's okay, I think.
I mean, I think he'll be okay.
As for us remaining two,
we're slowly making our way.
Our way out, is what I mean.
It's what I meant to say.
This nest hasn't been kept very warm,
but I guess it's still a home.
With two featherless,
flightless birds to deal with;
I'm glad I didn't have to go it alone.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
I awake at 4am
Meandering through
Selfish thoughts
Toxic grains and growing pains
Have I changed
Or same *******
Same pretend man writing
Heartfelt speeches of comraderie
All lies and I false prophet
Proselytizing strength in numbers
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
Have a nap
And a snack
Before you attack
someone undeserving
By overreacting.
When anger fills your veins
let your blood boil
But speak kindly.
I gave you room
for more than one feeling at one time;
but only one tongue,
so speak to my children with love.
Each word spoken
Doubles in sound
And what you give to this world
Will come back around.
Glove your hands.
Cushion your grasp on the world.
I made your palms strong;
More than enough
To build up life,
Though it's by choice
when you tear another's down.
Don't clown around
and waste your life
Denying Time.
There's no excuse.
Even I am not as old as she,
And she is stubborn
And unyielding,
So walk steadily,
And stand tall.
Be proud of yourself.
Stay grounded in what you know-but Always remember:
I know all.
You know some; some others know more, And some know none,
Yet no one is dumb,
Just unsure.
For those who have no conviction
Or strength to fight
I gave you feet like the tree roots,
Dig your toes in the sand and tower over Anyone who chooses to be
The first flame in a fight of fires.
Be my burning bush for hope and change, Boiling blood exists for a reason,
There is a time and place
For everything that you are,
And everything around you.
Travel far
And feed the hungry
Under the blue skies I reside in.
Shade and shelter your kin,
Yes! Your brothers and sisters.
Even if you don't know them..
Especially if you don't know them!
Then get to know them!
They are your family!
And i command loud ringing
Voices of comraderie,
Echoing happily off
Homes you built
Both outside and in.
Your temple
That houses me within you
Is coming along splendidly,
Child!
You've grown into a fine reminder
Of where you've been and who i am.
Keep going,
And do everything you can.
Like storm at sea
Rowing over waves,
Keep faith and,
Also remind yourself that
You're worthy of the efforts you give others,
So another's love
Had better
Match your own.
If i answer "No" don't fight it.
I know it stings.
Oh yeah, protect the bees, they're important down the line.
I hope you like flowers,
And rivers,
The fruits of my labor are for you,
And yours should be for your children too.
Teach them well,
And after a blink or two in time,
You'll see them like i see you,
Nearly divine!
You'll feel proud to know this world ive gifted you is safe for another day.
So rest your feet;
It's time to come and stay with me.
Let's watch the world you helped create,
And Rest easily.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 2:57 PM UTC
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We
--
The spirit
In pure song rising
Out of the agony
Of this ******* civilization
••
The simple pure pleasures
The love of an honorable mate
The tribal comraderie
••
We cherish creation and our own
Will
To create
••
Spirit
We are it's song
We do not belong
To this ******* civilization
••
We are noble
We are free
Free of the agony
Of lustful love
And poison greed
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
See when you look at me
Tell me what you see
I bet you'll see the struggle in me
Enemies in envy
For no **** reason
Maybe its because .I'm still breathin'
Everyday its a ***** season
Hunt a brother shoot a brother
I'm confused cops makin' the news
But when my own **** they own
They pass the views
To world star
Ain't nothing but a trap
To see how ghetto you are
I look beyond that ********
Cuz I know the game
Done changed. I said it many a times
And when will we awake from the mentalities being capture
Lets kick back start a revolution
And inflict pain with catching laughter
Now I see that they don't like me
Critic me cuz I pity
The fool like Mr T my homies
Still roll with me on
The block packin' the glocks
It don't stop baby
My comraderie in position for these ******* to take a hittin'
Abusin' which side you choosin'?
The oppressor or be aggressor
Yes sir
I'll be the black Chavez
Pullin' up in my heavy chevy
Gunnin' with artillery
If I'm.stacked nice
Who could **** with me
Women to men joinin'
The revolution pistols is shootin'
Lightin' muthaphukka like it's Christmas check my diss list
Its goes from the president to the fuckin' ******* in the cabinet
White house ain't nothing but plantation
Different eras but same situations
I feel locked and shocked
Mentally and any
Got a problem with a slang my tools
Catch a slug a watch ya body drool
Naw don't hate cha it's just po nature
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
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unadorned
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Shorn of all our
human sensibility!
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****** children --- the new rage
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Gentleness
Praying to the gods of barbarism !
( WHO ----- CREATED barbarism ! )
Gentleness
Abused and scorned
••
Do we arm ourselves and
TAKE BACK THE STREETS
( that doesn't make sense anymore
Now that we are in this Police State
&'DEMOCRACY IS DEAD
//
The only POWER
Is LOVE
( not the kind talked about on HP ! ---
Which is simple the babbling lunacies
Of those completely brainwashed )
••
We need the LOVE that is rooted in COMMON SHARED INTIMACY
That only nurtures and defends
And is far from the narcissistic jealousy
Of this page
••
I really cannot do or say too much
Because no- one seems to really care
Enough to become free
••
So it all just sits as an INTELLECTUAL GAME
That is
I'm just thinking to my self alone
With no sense of any comraderie
••
IF YOU DON'T REALIZE THE MASSIVE WAR ON
THE HORIZON
THEN YOU DON 'T
( BUT IT'S STILL THERE )
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maybe you might think it cool
to die in your lovers' arms
Perhaps we might come to realize
That we might protect ourselves from the harm
TO BE CONTINUED
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC