POEM FOR FRIENDS

MY  BLESSING  IN  LIFE.... When I first met you I was so shy,  I couldn't even hold your hand  or kiss you good-bye.  But after a while I started falling in love with you,  And next thing I know,  I was so much attached to you....  Now every morning when I wake up  I see you lying next to me.  You are the one I cherish and love,  A blessing sent from Heaven above.  I will love you as a faithful partner should,  And do everything  for you that I could.  I would let you know everyday,  That I love you more than words can say.  I thank the Lord above  For blessing me with you,  Our relation shall never fade away,  I'll just keep on loving you ,  Every single day……  Every single day….. by 👉 unknown source:https://doina-touchinghearts.blogspot.com/2013/05/love-poems-for-him.html?m=1

You are my everything  My heart and soul  I thought I couldn't love no more  then you proved me wrong  When I'm lost in a world of darkness  You always bring light  You chase away the pain  That I always feel chasing me  You are my strength  That make me get up every morning  You are my hope  When I feel like giving up  You are my healer  You have healed all my scars  and wiped away my tears  You are my beautiful angel  sent from above  When I thought everything was going wrong  You stood by my side and helped me  You came into my life  And my heart you did mend  Your my joy  that fills all my pain  You made my life whole  when it was torn apart  When I found you  You sent me free from everything  Your my heart  That heaven sent  You mean so much to me  Your the only one that adore  You are everything  I couldn't ask for more  You and Me  are meant to be  In my dreams and in my heart  We ha

If I fall, will you catch me?  If I cry, will you hold me?  If I hurt you, will you ever forgive me?  We don't live that far apart,  We could see each other everyday if we wanted,  But baby that will never happen.  If you fall, I will be right there to catch you.  If you cry, I will be right there to comfort you.  If you hurt me, I will always forgive you.  Because I really love you.  I fell in love from the moment I laid eyes on you.  You are always on my mind.  I can't ever stop thinking of you.  I always tell my friends about you.  Baby, you are the love to my heart,  and you are the sun when I wake up in the morning,  and you are the moon when I fall asleep at night.  You are the stars shining down on me,  You are the angels up above me.  You are the love of my life,  And I hope you feel the same way about me.  Because I never want to lose you,  I talk to you everyday,  and everynight before bed,  and when I

"We are all just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love, or a broken heart away from becoming a completely different person. How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are for forever?"  by 👉 Samuel Decker Thompson  SOURCE: https://www.scoopwhoop.com

Fat kids don’t have girlfriends. Friends yes, but not kissing, not even in third grade. So imagine my surprise when once, in the backseat  of our 77’ Caddy, on the drive home from the 3rd grade birthday party, Tonya, her quiet eyes in mine, put her braid on my shoulder, and kissed me, twice.  The first kiss struck my nose, then squarely she found my lips.  The next day at school, I spent hours staring  out the window, my shoulder  bending in memory of the braid. My fingers pushed against my mouth, trying to remember the cold suddenness of her lips and breath that made me.    by 👉 Chris Baron    source: http://poetryforchildren.blogspot.com/

❤ I might not be the kind of boy everyone would call a perfect boyfriend. I might not have everything and might not be able to make you smile every time I was an alcoholic, a gangster, a jerk, but from the day I met you, I could never stop thinking about you. And from the day you accepted me and when you became the love of my life I changed. I never felt this happy with any other girl. Whenever I see you smile, there's always a happiness in me. I might not have been much of anything, but believe me, I loved you more than anyone. I loved you more than me.❤      by    👉    prince Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/would-it-be-ok

Oceans apart buried under sandy shores, a rare pearl slept comfortably behind her walls. Fate must have been kind, for a common man like me, to stumble upon her shell. As I brushed away her debris, astonished - my eyes could not believe this beauty, revealed before me. Spellbound - I could not help but stare, stunned by the glory of her magnificence. As she took one step forward, unutterable sensations, took a hold of my emotions. Yet I remained motionless, overmastered by this majestic heavenly vision. And I could have sworn it was a dream, until the softness of her fingertips, graced the imperfections of my soul, and for the first time it felt perfect. All of a sudden it felt like we were floating, ascending towards a myriad of stars, with the moon guarding us silently. Stardust sprinkled with the sight of her smile - how fortunate was I, to celebrate this artistry. Her lips blossomed like flowers as they succulently c

I sit alone in the dark In the dark I sit alone Nobody sees me I see nobody Flowers, above My eyes have darkened to a color never seen before Forever closed! It Rains! It Rains! In this room, I've drowned too many times I remember cascades of water under my eyes My satin sheets wrinkle and cold I die and die every night No one sees the pain that kills me every day Wounds that reach 6 feet deep Lucid demons Bleeding wrist Scary dreams My mind is screaming ---Incomplete' Torn' Broken- Is how I live I'm alone- No one's around. My body's like a coffin Stiff in my own home.   ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~ source: https://busy.org/@shahidkha/broken-suicidal-night

Your beauty is captivating, Your smile is the brightest, Your beautiful eyes is lovely, Your teeth are the whitest, But your heart is the purest, I just can’t stop loving you, You are my queen now and forever          by  davis macron   source: https://therightmessages.com/romantic-poems-about-love-for-her/

My love, I’m here Thinking about; the word love, It’s like a dream that can’t be achieved, You came into my world; and changed the whole idea of love and now I feel; love is the sweetest, Love is pure, Love is true, Love is holy, Love is selfless, I love you.                                                                                                                                by 👉 Davis Macron                                                                    source : https://therightmessages.com/romantic-poems-about-love-for-her/

Your kisses are fantasy, Your smile are the brightest, Your voice sound like a melody, Your soft lips are dream come true, And your heart is my greatest life gift , I love you forever more.        by 👉 Davis Macron  Source:https://therightmessages.com/romantic-poems-about-love-for-her/

The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold, Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake’s edge or pool Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.      by Dylan Thomas

If you can keep your head when all about you    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,    But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster    And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings    And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve

A person who will listen and not condemn Someone on whom you can depend They will not flee when bad times are here Instead they will be there to lend an ear They will think of ways to make you smile So you can be happy for a while When times are good and happy there after They will be there to share the laughter Do not forget your friends at all For they pick you up when you fall Do not expect to just take and hold Give friendship back, it is pure gold.         by 👉 Gillian Jones

It’s finally Friday—I’m so glad. It’s been a crazy week. I got chewed out on Monday,  and since then it’s all been bleak. I lost my lunch on Tuesday, and a parent went insane, which shocked me so completely that I almost popped a vein. I poked my eye on Wednesday, and the nurse gave me a shot. She sent me to the doctor when I fainted on the spot. On Thursday I was tardy ’cause I kinda overslept. And the snack that I was craving  came up missing in a theft. And so it’s finally Friday. No more pencils, no more books. No more sitting in detention,  no more teachers’ dirty looks. By Friday I’m exhausted,  out of energy and breath. But that’s the day you’ll hear me shout, “Rejoice, TGIF!” And twice a month on Friday, I remember why I stay: You see, I am the principal— that’s when I get my pay.     Paul Orshoski

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.    By-james Langston

I'm staying home from school today. I'd rather be in bed pretending that I have a pain that's pounding in my head. I'll say I have a stomach ache. I'll claim I've got the flu. I'll shiver like I'm cold and hold my breath until I'm blue. I'll fake a cough. I'll fake a sneeze. I'll say my throat is sore. If necessary I can throw a tantrum on the floor. I'm sure I'll get away with it. Of that, there's little doubt. But, even so, I really hope my students don't find out.     by 👉 By Kenn Nesbitt

Tiger Tiger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! When the stars threw down their spears And water’d heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tiger Tiger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?       By William Blake

If you can keep your head when all about you        Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,     But make allowance for their doubting too;    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,     Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,     And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;        If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster     And treat those two impostors just the same;    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken     Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,     And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings     And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings     And never breathe a word about

If  only you knew what You mean to me. If only my heart could speak, Then it could tell you how much l love you. If only I could give you gold or diamonds, But oh, my dear, l have only my heart. I give it all to you. Just be careful with it. Never break it. If only you knew that you mean The world to me. If only you knew that I am more than willing To give my life to you, Then you should trust me And give me your heart. Let me be the person you will spend  The rest of your lifetime with. Let me be your better half. Source:  https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/lf-only

just a glance, a look and there you were, for me to have, to choose, to care for life is nothing with no dare. it's boring when it's all care, wasn't sure you'd look my way, for like looking for a needle in hay, finding true love is the same way, and I thank heavens for that day, love you I will forever, the ties we have to never sever, always around you in a tether, all our time we spend together, like the famed birds of a feather, did not know you would leave, thought you were around to live, your absence though hard to believe, love will I always Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/just-a-glance-and-there-you-were

My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within. You're hug and lips is what I miss, But what I miss more is your kiss. Knowing that we will be apart, How much this is breaking my Heart. You're all I want as you can see, The love from you is all I need. I so desire not to leave, I know this is something you need. I write this poem for my sweetheart, I love you from the depth of my heart I love you Sarina... Source : https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-love-for--sarina

Anyone  can tell you they love you. Anyone can flatter you and tell you you're beautiful. Anyone can make you smile and happy. Anyone can promise you the world  And the stars and the finest things of life. But I don't want to be anyone; I want to be the one, The one who makes you wake up smiling, The one who makes you walk down the street knowing someone loves you, The one to bring heaven on Earth for you, The reason for your joy and happiness. You are my love, You are my friend, my lady, And one day the mother of my children. In you I have seen my future, And in the glow of your eyes and your smile  I know that I found my soulmate.  I love you, baby. Source:  https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/forever-ruthie-cee   Click Here To  Share Forever Ruthie Cee on Facebook

Why did you leave without saying goodbye Or was it because l pretended not to like you I found a way to communicate with you But you only replied once Have l lost you I still go to the place where we first met Hoping l could see your face But all l see is regrets "Why did l pretend not to like you" "Why didn't l smile when you smiled at me" Have l lost you Years are now passing My foolish ❤️ heart keeps on pounding But am alone in this love Have l really lost you by👉  Upendo Chimwezi

Spring is here! At last it’s here! I’m so glad I gave a cheer! I’m so pleased I had to say, “Wow! Yippee! Hip-hip hooray!” I’m so thrilled I did a dance. Then I went and wet my plants. By Kenn Nesbitt

INFLUENCED- A THEORY We live in a world where all our moves are  being monitored either by our parents , relatives or by social media Everyone know it and still , they don't know it ! in our deeper subconsicous mind we know that everything we do  has a influence , everything we can think of today is already  a part of someone's imagination a imagination that existed years ago but how is that imagination still alive by our genes , our mentality that was passed to us from generation to another and this mentality is very hard to change  whether it be racism or discrimination partility or back bitching etc... . just like these things which are carried from one generation to next generation  similarly our thoughts , problem showing  intelligent came from the past but let's just talk about today, today is that day , that is not like yesterday  and tomorrow is something that we are not sure is about to happen why  thanks to the inf

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn't a-been so cold I might've sunk and died. But it was Cold in that water! It was cold! I took the elevator Sixteen floors above the ground. I thought about my baby And thought I would jump down. I stood there and I hollered! I stood there and I cried! If it hadn't a-been so high I might've jumped and died. But it was High up there! It was high! So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die. Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!  by 👉 Langston Hughes Poems

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. By ROBERT FROST

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I ris

Take time to work, it is the price of success. Take time to think, it is the source of power. Take time to play, it is the secret of perpetual youth. Take time to read, it is the fountain of wisdom. Take time to be friendly, it is the road to happiness. Take tie to dream, it is hitching your wagon to a star. Take time to look around, it is too short a day to be selfish. Take time to laugh, it is the music of the soul. ~ Old English Prayer

Don’t let them say I wasn’t born, That something stopped my heart I felt each tender squeeze you gave, I’ve loved you from the start. Although my body you can’t hold It doesn’t mean I’m gone This world was worthy, not of me God chose that I move on. I know the pain that drowns your soul, What you are forced to face You have my word, I’ll fill your arms, Someday we will embrace. You’ll hear that it was meant to be, God doesn’t make mistakes But that wont soften your worst blow, Or make your heart not ache. I’m watching over all you do, Another child you’ll bear Believe me when I say to you, That I am always there. There will come a time, I promise you, When you will hold my hand, Stroke my face and kiss my lips And then you’ll understand. Although I’ve never breathed your air, Or gazed into your eyes That doesn’t mean I never was, For an Angel never dies. Author Unknown Source :  https://www.lilymaefoundation.org/2017/03/31/dont-let-say-i-wasnt-born

The Years have passed by, In the blink of an eye, Moments of sadness, And joy have flown by. People I loved, Have come and have gone, But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn't easy, And the struggles were there, Filled with times that it mattered, Times I just didn't care. I stood on my own, And I still found my way, Through some nights filled with tears, And the dawn of new days. And now with old age, It's become very clear, Things I once found important, Were not why I was here. And how many things, That I managed to buy, Were never what made me, Feel better inside. And the worries and fears, That plagued me each day, In the end of it all, Would just fade away. But how much I reached out, To others when needed, Would be the true measure, Of how I succeeded. And how much I shared, Of my soul and my heart, Would ultimately be, What set me apart. And what's

How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. from alone

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree. As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me. The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light. "I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could. "A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good. We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest - A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest." As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt. "Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest. They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest." "Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old. I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold. We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest, The night

The most heart touching poem that I have ever read is surprisingly not by Shakespeare, Robert Frost or any other great poet but is by an unknown African girl. This girl of about eight years of age , wrote this poem out of sheer innocence. She didn't understand why she was called ‘coloured’ and discriminated against. This poem contains a deep meaning and I found it to be really touching and sweet . Poem by an African When I born, I Black,😥 When I grow up, I Black,😥 When I go in Sun, I Black,😥 When I scared, I Black,😥 When I sick, I Black,😥 And when I die, I still black..😥 And you White fella,😥 When you born, you Pink,😥 When you grow up, you White,😥 When you go in Sun, you Red,😥 When you cold, you Blue,😥 When you scared, you Yellow,😥 When you sick, you Green,😥 And when you die, you Gray..😥 And you calling me Colored?😥