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Steph Dionisio Dec 2014
Being your friend makes me feel blessed.
Distance between us cannot make me love you less.
Our culture and religion doesn't matter.
You are a beautiful friend and a good brother.

Everyday I am praying for you;
whether you are feeling good or blue.
Cause all I want for you is to be happy,
and make this friendship deep like a sea.

Someday- somehow, we will see each other.
I hope by that time our friendship is stronger.
You are someone who are loved by many.
Most especially loved by the Almighty.

Thank you for being my "net buddy",
and at the same time for being my dear besty.
I'm hoping for more talks with you,
cause every time we do it feels like there is something new.

You deserved this poem I am offering,
because of the happiness you're bringing.
You will always have me as friend,
and that's the one thing that will surely won't end.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 10, 2014
This poem is dedicated to my friend, Abhinav Gaur, who celebrated his birthday this 9th of December.
Morgan Paige Feb 2014
Call yourself Morgan.
Do not hesitate.
You were born on summer solstice.
Like the sun, you’re distant from others.

Move to Seattle and leave no forwarding address.
Busker for a break and warm your bones with charity work.
Pretend poetry is the only thing you’re good at,
And be good at it.

You can’t just write ****** words into
An exhausted leather journal, no.
Incorporate stanza into every conversation.
Drip intensity and rapture like morphine
Into the veins of anyone who will actually love you.

Speak as if you were never human and you’re still learning to exist.
Metaphors and run-on’s are your best friends-
Run-on sentences.
Run-on arguments.
Run-on relationships.
Run-on recovery.

Develop a reliance on caffeine so potent that
you've become the 7:30am medium black coffee
at the cafe down the street.
Leave no traces.
This used to be a poem based off of a poet I looked up to; Buddy Wakefield. I was encouraged to rewrite it as if it were for me, so I did. Since then, I had the privilege to meet Buddy Wakefield. At a meet & greet after his show, he was so rude to me that I left crying my eyes out. This was so disappointing. I no longer associate the only poem I've ever been proud of, with his name.
rv rodriguez Nov 2014
They say that it is hard to find
A friend whose love is so devine
But how lucky am I to be
Because you are my friend up to eternity

A friend that I can really trust
Even I tell to her the darkest hour of my past
A friend who’s ready to fight
When enemies are about to conquer my side

In times of trouble and I need a help
You are always there giving a helping hand
So don’t worry because I will never forget
All the love and care that you have shared

You know that our friendship is like a cupcake
It’s incomplete without honey or chocolate
So I am sure that our friendship will last
Just like an old song in the past

Our friendship will never make as apart
It circulate from our heart to heart
Even age will never hinder our friendship
Because we know the art to retain our relationship
Francie Lynch Sep 2014
I have a Buddy,
True Buddy,
A Buddy all life long,
When days are long
My Buddy,
Makes right
All that's wrong.

I have a Buddy,
Dear Buddy,
A Buddy when I'm glad,
For years I know
My Buddy,
Can always count on Dad.

My little Buddy
Has a Buddy,
To always depend on;
When Buddy
Needs her Buddy,
She'll always hear her song:

     I want you Buddy
     To read to me,
     Walk with me,
     Skate with me,
     To share with me,
     To laugh with me,
     Sometimes
     To cry with me.
     I need you Buddy
     To stand with me,
     Grow with me,
     Be by me.


I have a Buddy,
True Buddy,
A Buddy
All life long.
When days are long
My Buddy,
Makes right
All that's wrong.
Written years ago for Andrea.
Effy Royle Aug 2014
i sometimes think that my bones might break trying to support you
trying to hold on to something that you and I both know will never work
trying to convince you to not do the things I do
trying to dig my way through the abyss of neglect and unrecognized feelings
i often wish my hands were tied to balloons so they would be too far away to touch you
but that still wouldn't stop me
somehow your sharp words would send me back to you
nothing in this world has made me feel this way
i want to know what you mean when you tell me you love me
and why you want me to say it back
you stop yourself from feeling
so you tell me we're just friends
but
FRIENDS DON'T TOUCH EACH OTHER THE WAY WE DO.
I NEVER KNOW WHAT THE **** WE ARE BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW HARD WE TRY, WE COME BACK TO EACH OTHER.
my hands are shaking and I can't breathe
everyday I feel less like a buddy and more like a ****
IDK
Alyanne Cooper Aug 2014
I waited for you
By the bridge
We used to sneak under
To play with firecrackers
And tell ghost stories
Under the pale light
Of the full moon.

I waited until
June bugs and crickets
Filled the summer breeze
With their chirping buzz buzz buzz.

I waited until
Glow bugs twinkled
In a floating mirror image
To the starlight above.

I waited until
The scarlet hues of dawn
Began to saturate the sky,
And the glowing ball of light
Greeted gently the world below.

And when the sun was fully up,
So was my time to wait.
And though my footsteps dragged
As I meandered
Back through the quiet streets
We grew up racing our skateboards down,
I couldn't help but think

When I look to the sky
Something tells me you're here with me
*And you make everything alright.
Lyrics credit to the band Train.
bear May 2014
I've never seen anything like you.
Someone that works so hard for what he wants
And never gives up on anything.
You’re so loving and daring.
You still have the same energy from when you were a puppy.
I loved when we took our long walks and you pointing everything out.
You’re able to remember everything.
You keep coming back to me and I want to keep you forever.
But sadly I am becoming allergic to you.
Every time I want you to stay, I begin to feel pain.
I know how happy I make you and how you never want to leave me.
And me, I just want to have you by my side till the end of time.
This allergy has been getting stronger and stronger.
I wish it never came up.
You make me smile and laugh and I just want to keep you close to me.
Maybe over the years it will calm down and I can play again.
Until then, know that you will always be
My buddy, my pal, my best friend,
My hunting dog.
In a muddy field
My buddy and I shoot guns
then drink smoke and ****
4/30/14

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