You may be feeling sad and blue,
But I’ll always be there for you.
Whatever it is I will care,
Where ever it is when and where.
I shall help take away the tears,
And will help conker those tiny fears.
Friends are there to love and be kind,
So lets both leave the past behind.
I’m your friend and always will be,
Forever and always, there’s you and me.
This poem was written/submitted by Hannah.
If I told you how crazy I still am for you,
Would you hold it against me.
If I told you how much I’ve missed you,
Would you think less of me.
Can I hold your hand,
If you gave me the chance.
I would hold your hand,
For as long as you let me,
With me,
Your hand will never be cold, nor too hot.
With me,
Your hand will touch.
Wonders in exhilarating moments,
Shall we share together.
I give you the world,
As I hold your hand.
I used to know a sweet man,
I secretly called him Silence.
He was honest and loving,
He was kind and comforting.
I miss him so much,
Silence, my fiend.
Silence, my friend.
Where have you gone?
I used to relish in the time we shared and we wasted,
Quiet and Unspoken, it was ceaseless.
Immortal, and indestructible,
It was bloody and savage,
It was amour, true and timeless.
Silence has long since departed,
and I have yet to find another to take his place.
I worshiped the ground he walked on,
His ossuary skin deep,
A prisoner of his own,
His keep ornate with impassioned scars.
Engraved the name of love,
and sour with the scent of ill spent energy.
A paladin in his own time, unknowingly,
A seamstress to play the strings of my heart.
and Oh, how he played them,
A Seamstress to loosely thread them back together.
So if I became snatched upon a branch,
I might return to him, Silence that seamstress,
Silence that damned genius.
Years have passed, or so it seems
and I still remain sewn to Silence,
Silence my fiend.
I have a new friend.
His name is Frailty.
Frailty is harsh and unloving.
He is bitter and old.
His past has left him cold and brittle.
Frailty lingers on the cadaver of his last love, too.
He is blind, the poor dear,
Sees but hues of Grey and darkness.
He sees not the blues of the sky,
The emeralds within my Pontarleir,
Not the coppers and rusts of autumns leaves.
The luminosity of the maledict stars,
Nor the dying twinkle of hope in mine eyes,
He neglects to see what he has been graced with,
Instead he clings to his past, that accursed carcass.
Poor Frailty, he knows not how the world turns.
Nor how its spins on its axis, at steady speeds.
He can’t fathom that the world revolves on a force,
Rather he believes: on remorse, regret.
I have spent too much time,
Around this Frailty character,
His malaise brings me down.
But Oh, the blood we shared.
The elegant and haphazard spatters on the oak,
Are: but a tale to be told.
Much like the drapery steeped in crimson,
The reddened fingerprints that traced my breast,
Your waiting mouth, my hungry lips.
Are now: but moratorium in time.
Silence my friend,
Who is this Frailty fiend?
And why has he been plucking harshly,
At my eloquently strung strings?
Silence, I’ve waited long enough
Frailty, I’ve wasted too much.
Frailty and Silence walk hand in hand.
But see not a different face.
Poor Frailty,
Lost Silence.
Myself, I am sipping at my Pontarlier of Verte,
Waiting for this still in time to cease,
Admiring that loosely stitched thread,
Loathing my new friend Frailty,
And calculating the speed at which the world revolves.
Friendship is like a flower,
Glowing in its glory,
Each and every seed,
Telling its own story.
As each flower blooms,
And then continues to grow,
More of its strength and knowledge,
Continues to show.
And like a garden,
It blooms much more fair,
When carefully tended,
By those who care.
Once in a while,
You come across a friend,
Who is as beautiful as a flower,
With a good heart to lend.
So I picked this flower,
And pulled it apart,
And soon all its pieces,
Grew into my heart.
But when I realized,
Is that this flower that grew,
Was not leaves and petals,
But pieces of you.
Your love and kindness,
Your strength and power,
Have helped me grow,
Into my own little flower.
And now with our friendship,
I’ll never let go,
And we can help others,
To flower and grow.
This poem was written/submitted by Regina.
Friendship is like a flower,
Friendship is like a good people who will never hurt you.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.
Friendship is like a very good book,
Friendship is like a very good CD.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.
Friendship is like everlasting,
Friendship is like a bed of flowers it just gets prettier.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.
Friendship is like cute kittens,
Friendship is like your very delicious favorite cake you like.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.
This poem was written/submitted by Lawanna Holt..
Our friendship is special
so sweet and so true
If ever you need me
I’ll be right there for you
I’ve searched high and low
and never could find
a friendship as sweet
as is Yours and Mine
So, here’s a big hug
and a little kiss, too
thank you, my friend
for just being you!
This poem was written/submitted by Lottigirl..