#friendship poetry

[mauvelvr]

Friendship Vignette

There was something glowing behind the words you whispered,

Tongue brushing your lips in a promise to your body

That these words were something solid,

Moving beyond unraided thoughts and into the corporal

Not quite written in stone or something mamoreal,

But shared between us for time immortal.

A prayer in the hope of peeling back the flesh

From your eyes to your mind and separating the divide

Between the real and the divine,

To reach out and touch the slip of skin protecting your bones

And to beg with any god to stop them from rotting.

You’re a prophecy if you want to be,

Always a poet in your ways,

In the end days of anything, this will remain.

You, void crosser and slayer will forever remain.

[keekswordsworld]

I always loved being a host, because I thought it meant that people never had enough of me, that I always had more to give.

I grew addicted to the feeling of emptying myself so I would have more space to fill with their love, their smiles, their gifts back.

It wasn’t until the parasites sucked me dry that I realized how quickly they latch on,

and how quickly they move on.  

[softsweetwhispers]

"how are you?" is such a selfless, human thing to say. like, it's just a greeting for most people, but it's !! really, you care about my day? you care enough to ask how i am? with no regards to how your feeling? like, yes i will answer and tell you about the homework i have to do and how it's raining, but i love it, it's my favorite weather, so isn't it great? and maybe you say oh, i'm not a big fan of rain, but i'm glad you're enjoying it! or maybe you say oh, i love rain too! but, regardless, i get to ask how you are next. i get to listen to you tell me how you've been living your day thus far, and isn't that just incredible? that we can have an interaction like this with so many people a day? that we can ask everyday and still get a different answer? that society has just decided that a good way to greet somebody is by giving them time to tell you about their life right now? in this moment, i am granted a little bit of your story and it's incredible.

[stardusttodustpoetry]

False Dichotomy

I want you to wake me up at some ungodly hour of the night Because you got a fright Off something you saw outside the window Or because you thought of something funny. I want to exist with you in every limbo: Every waiting room, every blankness, long car journeys, Long nothing days; watch you slowly unfurling. I want to get to know you fully: Every gram of complexity, every contradiction, Every little idiosyncrasy, every tone of diction. I want to care for you when you’re sick And for you to care for me. I want to see the world how you see; Your unique perception. I want to feel a connection. If this is love, so be it. And if this is friendship, So be that too. And if there is no difference between the two? Then all I know is I want to Experience these moments with you

[moon-lit-stars]

'You make me feel like I'm in a fever dream

Darling you give me whiplash'

All I wanted was the easy kind of love

The kind of feelings people wrote about forevermore

But love is a mess and it leaves you in an even bigger mess

It leaves a sour taste in your throat

It leaves.

My every heartbeat calls your name

My every heartline forms your name

My every breath longs for yours

My every nerve yearns for your touch

Would you call this love or delirium?

At nights when I lay awake

I hate how much I miss you yet

Not the you that made us us never the you that made you and I 'us'

But the you that made us you and I

We were almost like Damon and Pythias.

How do I forget the things that are engraved on me?

In a small part of my brain waiting for something to spark it

It lays low not thinking about it ever

But when it comes out it stings like the first time I engraved it on my hide.

You try to say something but hold it back in

Holding it back till it eats you up inside

You know letting it out would be like poking a sleeping dragon

There are 99 outcomes to letting it out and 98 of them end in disasters

Disrupting the smug peace that settles.

So I let the words die in my throat

Unexplained and never heard

How do you let them out without knowing the intensity they hold?

The power to comprehend words was always foreign to me

So I kill the words and stay thoughtless instead.

I miss so many people at the same time that I think

I'm more the version of them I remember

Than myself.

Reasons and excuses sound the same when it's a matter of heart

You fall in love once but it kills you a thousands times.

[longnightsandsambuca]

[dolores-hazy]

Strong and sharp

Wise and witty

Badass with a big heart

And gentleness when needed

One you would want in your corner

Having your back heartily

A friend through all seasons

A soul well worth seeing

And getting to know

By heart

Happiest of birthdays @bluearrejon, my generous and supportive friend 💙🤗

[fragmentedpoet]

what a marvelous thing it is, to be loved

enveloped in safety

to know that you are closely cherished

two souls, spiraling around each other in holy friendship

a sisterhood with one not blood

but kindred in spirit

the emerald to a ruby

the sunlight to a leaf

the pebble to a river

raising each other’s mountains

a circle of trust

and deep affection

“shall we grow old together?”

“we shall.”

[crowdsofclouds]

ᴘʜɪʟɪᴘ's ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ

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[holy-potato-chip]

An Ode to a conversation stuck in your throat

And it hits me,

this could have been different.

You could still be my friend

and we could still laugh

but that’s not important

I don’t want to be the friend with whom you laugh

I always wanted to be there when you are low

and I always wanted you to be there when I am low

and then you made me low

you hurt me.

I never told you

but you hurt me.

I am still hurting.

And I can’t understand how you can’t see that.

I loved you.

Scratch that.

I love you.

You were my friend,

probably the best.

But I can’t keep on loving you.

Loving you means too many sacrifices for me

I can’t keep on loving you

because loving you means waiting.

And this time you won’t find me where you left me.

It will take time to un-love you

‘cause my heart is big

too big for my skin

sometimes I fear for my ribs

because I think my love for others

will grow my heart so big

that it will crush my ribs from the inside.

My heart is big,

but not big enough to keep you.

I can’t keep on loving you.

Because you only decide to love me,

when it’s convenient for you.

[reneespoetry]

Orchids in a Blue Pot

Midnight car rides, Sunday limelights, 

Growing pains are a golden noose

There's nothing to lose by loving you

Grass stained knees, tear stained cheeks

Blooming into something beautiful 

Shining friendship in orchid seeds

Blue flower fields, green tree leaves 

A brilliant independence

Love lost to nothing

A journey, a life

Me and you

c.r

[xo-fever]

you would’ve liked this place

you would’ve liked this place.

it reminds me of that spot by the river

where we sat on the picnic table

and stared at the green water

and you offered me your right earbud

like it was a cigarette.

you would’ve liked this place.

a place that no one else really knows

so you could sit there and think for hours

until the sun eventually rose

you’d just need to stick your notebook in your waistband

or hold it between your teeth

as you went

rung

by

rung

to the top

before leaning up against the splintered wood

and writing the saddest poems i’ve ever heard

in your childish, near-comical handwriting.

you would’ve liked this place.

though it’s a bit of a trek, too,

it’d be hard to grow weary

when we always wore the same shoes

and besides

you told me you loved to take walks

on the same route

seeing the same things

arriving at the same destination

the lost train of thought metro station.

you would’ve liked this place.

the constellations being the only indication of where you are

in the middle of nowhere

hoisted up on a raised platform

so if you ever lost your way

you could pluck the north star out of the berry bush night sky

and it would guide you back like a compass

but then again,

you always resented the place you called home.

yes.

we would’ve liked this place.

-x.o. fever

[softsweetwhispers]

I WANT TO HAVE A HOME AND INVITE MY FRIENDS OVER AND HAVE SPICES AND CULTURES IN MY PANTRY . I WANT TO COOK YOU THE TASTE OF HOME AND LOVE YOU AND SHOW YOU — REALLY SHOW YOU — WHAT IT MEANS TO ME . THAT I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO YOU .

[jessicasmentalspace]

Friendship❤️🤗

[blue-fireflies]

i miss you, but i don't miss you, i miss the you you're not anymore. i tried to call it quits like my mom says i should, she says good friends are there for each other, but where were you? and i get it cause moms don't like to see their baby cry, so these days i cry in silence late at night.

every time i tried to tell you how i felt you got mad and blamed me cause i cared. maybe my love was tight on you, i understand, but did it cross your mind that maybe i was just scared? cause i lose loved ones like i lose hair in the shower, i lose count of the tears i devour: i didn't mean to be jealous or vindictive, i just like to hang out with you, a friendships so addictive.

a new thing i wrote tonight! i can't seem to figure out how to post poetry and lyrics from mobile starting a new paragraph with each line without jumping one, so i have to write it out on a text block 🥲

i wrote this about a long time friend of mine. we've been friend for ten years now, and we went from being inseparable best friends sharing every school and summer day together to seeing each other a couple of days a month. even when we're together she's always on the phone texting with her boyfriend and if i tell her to stop she gets mad at me and starts yelling that i have no right to feel entitled to her and her life 🤠

but somehow i can't let go of this friendship, it hurts but i know it would hurt more to let go of the only person that i can talk about the past with.

[tisthedamngreenbriar]

perhaps we could turn out the lights

in this room where we stand face to face, unmoving.

maybe, [and I mean it like a wish like a prayer]

if i couldn't see you

the face that haunts me in the middle of the night

the silhouette that has been the supporting character of all my childhood stories

then maybe, just maybe

i would let go of the bitterness that comes with looking into your eyes

maybe we could be strangers

i would love if we could be strangers

i wish nothing more than being able to touch your face for the first time realizing how rough it is

and to utter a hello that isn't filled with "i know what you're were like when you were twelve"

i would discover you all over again

the warm hands even warmer eyes and hoodies that i still sleep with at night

and my memories would be my own again, freshly ridden of you

i would love if we could be strangers.