"fren" poems - Hello Poetry

Fourteen years old on sensory overload. The evening news. Burn baby burn. Da bomb. Sauteed mushrooms. Drop drill in all the classrooms. Lesee. If I crawl under this wooden desk with hands over head then I wont end up toast ? Outa sight. Puff That Muthfkn dragon. He still got a condo by the sea ? I remember thinking how privileged and exciting to live in the USA. But. Burn baby burn. Watching late night reruns till the station signed off. No CNN then my fren. The Duke. Abbot and Costello meets The Mummy. Free T.V.That was a first for I. No T.V. In Belize. None. No gun violence either. Hmmm. My Lai. The Panther Answer.

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Sep 25, 2012

Sep 25, 2012 at 2:35 PM UTC

geno-cattouse-1

The Nam #2

Fourteen years old on sensory overload. The evening news. Burn baby burn. Da bomb. Sauteed mushrooms. Drop drill in all the classrooms. Lesee. If I crawl under this wooden desk with hands over head then I wont end up toast ? Outa sight. Puff That Muthfkn dragon. He still got a condo by the sea ? I remember thinking how privileged and exciting to live in the USA. But. Burn baby burn. Watching late night reruns till the station signed off. No CNN then my fren. The Duke. Abbot and Costello meets The Mummy. Free T.V.That was a first for I. No T.V. In Belize. None. No gun violence either. Hmmm. My Lai. The Panther Answer.

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Yeside a did yuh birthday However, yuh day did inadvertently overloaded Nevertheless, mi goh to di garden A mi heart dis beautiful morning Weh mi pick an invisible rose weh coulda bring yuh: Happiness, joy, health, good humor, an a premature spring. Mi shiev aaf mi bied an mi mout fi pliiz unu Wid all mi heart, mi wish yuh a happy birthday Awo! Mi woulda like fi charm yuh until nightfall Wen di rainbow cross di unheard-of sphere Toward anodda horizon, fi anodda season Please accept dis rose, dis poem, dis song. P.S.: Dis poem is dedicated to a beautiful fren. Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of many poetry books.

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Aug 7, 2025

Aug 7, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC

60Etncelles60

An Invisible Rose Fi Yuh Birthday

Yeside a did yuh birthday However, yuh day did inadvertently overloaded Nevertheless, mi goh to di garden A mi heart dis beautiful morning Weh mi pick an invisible rose weh coulda bring yuh: Happiness, joy, health, good humor, an a premature spring. Mi shiev aaf mi bied an mi mout fi pliiz unu Wid all mi heart, mi wish yuh a happy birthday Awo! Mi woulda like fi charm yuh until nightfall Wen di rainbow cross di unheard-of sphere Toward anodda horizon, fi anodda season Please accept dis rose, dis poem, dis song. P.S.: Dis poem is dedicated to a beautiful fren. Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of many poetry books.

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Naranasan nyo na bang ma fall sa kaibigan? Tipong di mo inaasahan, Tapos bigla mo na lang naramdaman Yung mapapasabi ka na lang na, ay shet! Mahal ko na si Fren! Hindi mo naman talaga ginusto Pero humantong ka sa ganito Sabi mo pa nga, "Never akong mai in love kahit gaano pa to ka gwapo" Eh halos buong araw sya palagi bukang bibig mo Yung totoo? Kaya't wag ka nang magkaila Nakita kayo ng aking mga mata Doon sa may eskinita Ang sweet nyo pa ngang dalawa Pero minsan naisip mo ba? Na magkagusto sayo ang tulad nya? Mukhang imposible talaga yata Maganda ka naman, pero sabi nya sakin, pogi din daw hanap nya

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Dec 7, 2018

Dec 7, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC

Venusmargaret_

CARLOS MIGUEL

Naranasan nyo na bang ma fall sa kaibigan? Tipong di mo inaasahan, Tapos bigla mo na lang naramdaman Yung mapapasabi ka na lang na, ay shet! Mahal ko na si Fren! Hindi mo naman talaga ginusto Pero humantong ka sa ganito Sabi mo pa nga, "Never akong mai in love kahit gaano pa to ka gwapo" Eh halos buong araw sya palagi bukang bibig mo Yung totoo? Kaya't wag ka nang magkaila Nakita kayo ng aking mga mata Doon sa may eskinita Ang sweet nyo pa ngang dalawa Pero minsan naisip mo ba? Na magkagusto sayo ang tulad nya? Mukhang imposible talaga yata Maganda ka naman, pero sabi nya sakin, pogi din daw hanap nya

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the Thursday's I couldn't find myself pretense has all but run to single syllables darting away from the light as if scalded all along and all along you knew didn't you new again instantaneous instantiation insta fren listen 'gain verbs reign lift this part up with your falling fear of naught but full enough of listen under look

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Jun 6, 2023

Jun 6, 2023 at 8:16 PM UTC

Denniswillis

Weakly Rhythmed

the Thursday's I couldn't find myself pretense has all but run to single syllables darting away from the light as if scalded all along and all along you knew didn't you new again instantaneous instantiation insta fren listen 'gain verbs reign lift this part up with your falling fear of naught but full enough of listen under look

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Sojourners from the mama's womb, Travellers from the papa's testicles, Candidates of birth and eventually death, Death is sweet as encrypted in the euology, Death must come any day or some day, Don't rush to the grave just because yu have no more light, or perhaps your heart has been broken by a cheat, Cheats and death are not relatives. They have different genotypes, At tymes darkness accompanies light, And sometimes darkness persist, You loose what you have nurtured, You feel the world has been turned upside down. But before you take the step of pronouncing yourself no more, Think about this, we are all candidates of death, Wait and pause after all we are destined to die. Be careful, be sensible, in kiswahili we say kujipanga my fren.

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Nov 29, 2018

Nov 29, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC

kiprotich-vinny

Canditates of death.

Sojourners from the mama's womb, Travellers from the papa's testicles, Candidates of birth and eventually death, Death is sweet as encrypted in the euology, Death must come any day or some day, Don't rush to the grave just because yu have no more light, or perhaps your heart has been broken by a cheat, Cheats and death are not relatives. They have different genotypes, At tymes darkness accompanies light, And sometimes darkness persist, You loose what you have nurtured, You feel the world has been turned upside down. But before you take the step of pronouncing yourself no more, Think about this, we are all candidates of death, Wait and pause after all we are destined to die. Be careful, be sensible, in kiswahili we say kujipanga my fren.

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I hold these truths to be self evident I love she who is always prevalently in my life She's in my thoughts all over my mind Widespread wild shrunk into one cranium. This is why I can't contain any of them. I'm addicted to you, fren. I can't tell you I love you, but I did just then 9 hours 4 minutes and 30 seconds. When. Time flies when the feelings are reckless. My minds straight but my heart feels hectic In love like never before what the heck man. It's perfect it's a symphony neglected We hear the music but keep it on the low but the instruments remain respected. I feel higher than ever in the passenger seat, listening to ABBA or other more obscure beats. Going to burger king where we dipped both our feets in the idea of love, where you first kissed me. Then our chicken nuggets, so saucy. bb. After hanging by the streams my brain was fried- my thoughts flossing Felt safe because I remember that you never lost me.

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC

WhoSim

Toasted Butter

I hold these truths to be self evident I love she who is always prevalently in my life She's in my thoughts all over my mind Widespread wild shrunk into one cranium. This is why I can't contain any of them. I'm addicted to you, fren. I can't tell you I love you, but I did just then 9 hours 4 minutes and 30 seconds. When. Time flies when the feelings are reckless. My minds straight but my heart feels hectic In love like never before what the heck man. It's perfect it's a symphony neglected We hear the music but keep it on the low but the instruments remain respected. I feel higher than ever in the passenger seat, listening to ABBA or other more obscure beats. Going to burger king where we dipped both our feets in the idea of love, where you first kissed me. Then our chicken nuggets, so saucy. bb. After hanging by the streams my brain was fried- my thoughts flossing Felt safe because I remember that you never lost me.

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inhale smoke burn on the deep way down shrieks outside of a slid- ing glass door exhale less hurt, more fren- zy of mind. yellow light, not so kind with my heart, still I call. though I fight, no one knows anything

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC

Rose-mary

what good is it?

inhale smoke burn on the deep way down shrieks outside of a slid- ing glass door exhale less hurt, more fren- zy of mind. yellow light, not so kind with my heart, still I call. though I fight, no one knows anything

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