my friend h-
she is the free spirit that i will never be.
she follows the desires of her heart.
she can walk blindfolded into the night and not stumble.
she is led by the light she finds inside her.
she is fearless.
she is a gift.
she has never ceased to be my friend.
she is beautiful, like a dew-laced spider web is beautiful.
she has a fire in her that never goes out.
she is completely marvelous. she is my friend.
my friend e-
she became my friend by-way of Gods excellent sense of humor.
it is truly amazing how alike we are.
and truly wonderful, our differences.
she can make me so weary from laughter.
tears on my cheeks, my stomach- all tight with chuckles and guffaws.
gasping for air, my face- a red round tomato.
then that after-laugh elation comes over like a drug.
and in a few minutes, it will probably start all over again.
we haven't always laughed.
we have been tried by the dark forces of friendship.
and, together, we vanquished those dark forces- never to look back
(unless to laugh at ourselves).
she has been there for me at my darkest hour.
she has been there when she didn't have to be.
she encourages me.
she is my tried and true friend-
for life.
my friend k-
my angel. our friendship is one of divine handiwork.
whenever i am with him weird and beautiful things happen.
amazing things.
he is beautiful- in every way.
he smiles from his heart and gut.
his laughter is honest.
he has been my saving grace more than he knows.
he is a gypsy-soul, full of vigor and youth.
he welcomes the throws of life with no fear.
i have told him "you're doomed to succeed".
he is.
he is more than a friend to me.
he always will be.
my friend l-
when i think of him the sun rises and i always smile.
being near him soothes my spirit.
no time passes between us.
he is like no other.
his soul is old.
he has lived lifetimes.
he has old wisdom.
he holds passion.
he has the will of atlas.
it is easy to love him.
it's ok to be me.
to look in his comely eyes is to see that he is looking deeper than you-
and you are lost.
he is real like rain is wet.
what bonds us is hard to define.
he inspires me.
uncommon charm, wit.
a certain salaciousness.
he hugs like the last time.
then he smiles,
and the sun rises.
A contest entry
- Best Friends by PoetBoy2008.
1100 points, ended June 4, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Friends by Scrunter.
1750 points, ended July 14, 2007, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
i'd love to read your thoughts on this!
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some friends last a lifetime, others just a short time - both long and short the friends we find bring smiles to us - a good poem
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The imagary in this is beautiful. You described your friends so lovingly and with pure emotions. A wonderful read.
Good luck and thank you for entering. -
congratulations
this is still a great write and you deserved the win.
go jan yeah,
you go get them girl. -
this is what i call outstandingly beautiful. this is the contest winner most definetly.
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wow
how you are blessed by such wonderful and caring friends. you do seem to appreciate friends more then most, again a sign of a beautiful and loving heart. way cool you and the write.
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You have described your friends with much love and emotion.
What wonderful friends you have.
Good imagery. I feel as thought I know them too.
Nice job.
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This is amazing. The words a pure and heartfelt - though I do not know of these great friends you speak of, I feel as if I do. Your friends are lucky to have you.
My only suggestion is in the third section - I think you meant 'divine'.
This poem makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, and ever so happy to have friends myself.
DancingRed. -
good
great descriptions overall, a very endearing piece and admirable friends.
on your first description of friend h, this line with the mention of I was awkward, because everything else mentions about her.
my friend h-
she is the free spirit that i will never be. the second friend seems to write about two people. i liked the unity and balance of that aspect. then i read the third and was touched, but didn't like to be pulled into the poem. "you" tends to pull the reader into the poem.
suggestions: don't write "you" and write more about the speaker in addition to friend h in the first stanza.
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