Friendships

Friends

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Friends

Friends,
they are the ones
who will be there for you,
no matter what kinds
of stupid things you do.

Friends,
they're the ones you tell
all your juicy secrets to!

Friends,
you also tell them
the things that are
going on in your life.

Friends,
It's hard to think about
living without them,
and to everyone out there,
I hope and pray,
that you will never have to.

Life without friends,
is really kind of painful,
and is quite lonely.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem I just wrote, on February 25th 2012, about friends! I hope you all like it!

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Who's real ?

What happens when your tired of being used
Tired of writing sad songs and singing the blues
Friends ? Not friends at all
The same snakes you take to the mall
Everyday faces seem so predictable
Their only goal, is to ruin things unfixable
But you standing strong, taking all you can take
Backed up in a corner with a shell that can't break
And your lost, with no sense of direction
Just wanting to feel some type of love and affection
Cringing for words, craving for the truth
Looking beyond all disguises for who is here for you
Knowing what is right and doing what is wrong
Confused by the words they say so strong
Young wild nights turn in to unbreakable habits
Looking back to the past saying shit happens
Do words hurt ? Do they mean what they say ?
Will they give you the answer or show you the way ?
The truth is always left unsaid
But you will know who was real
Only when your dead

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'd really appreciate honest feedback. Be as blunt as possible.

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Why do friendships fall apart?

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Why do friendships fall apart?
I dont like it when
No, I really don't like when I lose
the friend who've gotten close to.

Why do friendships fall apart?
I don't like it.
I hate when my friendships disappear,
like they were never there!

Why do friendships fall apart?
I thought we had something together.
When my friends leave,
I feel like so does a part of me.

Why do friendships fall apart?
Even though people change,
along with their interests,
I would rather not lose a friend.

Why do friendships fall apart?
Do they really have to?
Is there any way to stop it?
I may never know.

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SPEAKING OUT UNDIPLOMATICALLY

I am tired and need much-needed rest
Peace, love and undisturbed care.
I do not want to think at all
About anything -- I need the best
Of all that a loving woman can spare.
I have been toiling and working hard
In everything I did I put all my heart
I even loved as best as I could
The fairest 'Marian' of my 'Sherwood'.
My bold and daring beautiful 'Jane'
While I was her 'Tarzan' in the game
We played in between school and home
Life went on till she too left me 'lame'.
I do not know Fate Writer's mysteries
Why my first love still haunts my brain!
I am now loved by a model of femininity
Endowed even with rare inner beauty.
Her love for me is like a mythical tale
Inspired and written at the Muses Vale.
I have suffered a lot for many folks
Sacrificed my youth to cunning strokes.
Now I am distraught and left with the option
To destroy evil and end it all like Samson.
Or to pray to my Maker to ease my stay
And give me a bed made of love's hay.
And ample provision of manna and dew
(I am not thankless like the Biblical Jew).
All I need is freedom from worry
Peace, rest and love till eternity.
What more can my worn-out self want
Save love and care which He can grant.
Like I told you before, I am tired to the core
And may turn invisible and be seen no more...
Like my old poet friend Alexander Po'e
Vanish from those I don't want to know...
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on the 4th of September, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was composed sometime during the moments of my grief and sorrow on losing my beautiful Daphne John -- my schoolmate and unforgettable first love. I have revised it and posted it here today. I did not hint anywhere about you in my poem "Action and Reaction" my poetess friend Melissa Lundeen. Mistake me not. And what I did with the young brat (You know who) is something he asked for...No decent man in his right mind and in his thirties talks to a decent lady like you even in his poetic dreamy ways. So he needed the lesson. Poppy is a wonderful poetess and a gem of a person at heart. I don't care what the jerks think of her but she is my friend and I will be loyal to her as a true friend must...that is it! Am I not the same "Strange Man" you often mention I am? Then worry not. All is fine. Peace!

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TO "DONNA"...WITH THANKS TO THOMAS GRAY

"Large was his bounty and his soul sincere
And Heaven did a recompense as largely send
He gave to misery (It was all he had) a tear
He gained from Heaven (It was all he wanted) a friend."
        -- Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray.

A true soul
Can want nothing more
And so is my sweet "Donna".
Our friendship
Is Allah's blessing
Like Gray I too sought a friend
Who would know
How to be loyal
And be there for only me.
She is true
And staunch and strong
And we know each other truly.

(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on Friday, March 11. 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to my sweet friend "Donna".

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MY BEST FRIENDS

Light and dark
Become meaningless
When there is no peace of mind.
My sweet friends
Are heavenly balms
Which comfort my broken heart.
I thank God
For His three blessings
Lazeena, Shazi and Moby...

    (Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on March 10, 2011).

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What Thought Of You

November 15th, 2010

It has been awhile

Since I've seen your style

You used be be the best

But I seem to have become a pest

Four Years you and me

You were with me through everything

Through my cutting and drinking

Every step I took and was sinking

You held me when I needed it

Sobered me after every fit

Friended when I made a mistake

Forgave me with all my breaks

You gave so much to me

And that is why I could never see

Not once did I think of you

Until you found what thought of you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its been almost 2 years since I lost my best friend...whats so hard about losing him is that he lives less than 5 mins away from me

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