Forgiving Friends (Poem)

I wrote this poem for a friend that means a lot to me. I will always forgive her for anything she ever does, even if it hurts me so much. I just wanted her to know that I will be her friend no matter what, and that I will always, always forgive her. So Sarah, if you read this I hope you like it.

Forgiving Friends

by Hunniebe

 

You are my best friend
You always will be
Yet sometimes I get mad at you

The Mistake You Cannot Forget (Poem)

I wrote this poem after I made a terrible mistake. I drank a little too much one night and I tried to make more out of a friendship with one of my best guy friends. Things happened and now he cannot talk to me. I can no longer apologize, for it is not doing any good, and I was at a loss for words to what to say to him. So, I wrote this poem.

The Mistake You Cannot Forget

by Ashlie

You say you cannot forget
And you aren't ready to forgive
But I need your friendship
More than you'll even know
I need you there to live

Without you by my side today

Perfect Even In Death (Poem)

This poem is about a mother's feeling's on the anniversary of the death of her stillborn child.

Perfect Even In Death

by Lil' Red

 

No one remembers,
I cannot say why
Only thing I keep thinking
Is that nobody tried

You were mine, only mine

Like The Waves From The Shore (Poem)

We are often drawn to adventure that takes us away from those who love us. The ocean of emotion sometimes sets us adrift. The returning tides bring us back into the heart of another who keeps the vigil.

The venture satisfied, we eagerly anticipate returning to open arms.

Like The Waves From The Shore

by Marge Tindal

I must now ebb
The time has come
to sail my oceans

Rolling away from you
like the waves from the shore
rippling out to the vastness of the sea
that beckons my ship of folly

I'll not ask you
to stand the night vigil
on the shoreline
of memory

Just There (Poem)

We always have this set of ideals for our special one. But life, as fickle and volatile as it may be, never grants us the exact things we want. Same with finding her, I never expected that she was waiting for me, loving me . . . just there.

Just There

by Melvin Lee

 

Where you were,
I did not see you.

So close to me,
but yet so veiled.

Key To My Heart (Poem)

After being hurt and not knowing love, not know how to love, not wanting to love - Michael showed me. He was my best friend and slowly I began to love him more and more. I wrote this poem to show him how much his life meant to me and how important his is to be with mine.

Key To My Heart

by Amanda Marie

I had closed the door upon my heart
and wouldn't let anyone in
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt
but that would never happen again
I locked the door and
tossed the key as
hard and as far as I could

A Great-Grandpa To Me (Poem)

This was a dedication to my Grandfather who passed away several years before he could see his first grandchild born. Each year since he's been gone, our family has written a poem on the anniversary of his death to remind him that we love him.

I am named after him, and so is my son.

A Great-Grandpa To Me

by Frank Greg

This year would have been the first
that you could gladly say
how you'd become a Great-Grandpa
who's more proud everyday.
Though you've been gone
for many years,
still you're loved just the same.
Now my son will be
our legacy

Winter's Roads (Poem)

The Winter of 1998 was the first time in over two decades that I found myself immobilized by heavy snow of Michigan. For three very long days. One result of that enforced isolation was a poem called Winter's Threads.

Not being one to repeat past mistakes (I much prefer the excitement of making new ones), I packed my motor home the day after Christmas, 1999, with the intention of spending winter in California. I made it only as far as Louisiana, where I stopped to visit family (and instead became involved with family). Nonetheless, I stayed warm, renewed some familial bonds, and learned I'm really not very well suited to the travelling life.

Eight weeks later, with warm weather breaking in Michigan, I again headed North. While on the road, with little else to occupy my mind, I penned this sequel to Winter's Threads. And like its precursor, the poem is less about Winter and more about the choices we make in life.

(With apologies to Robert Frost, who also wrote of choices, in a very similar format - and did it much, much better.)

Winter's Roads

by Ron Carnell

I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.

Power Of Pain (Poem)

This is a poem I wrote when I first was diagnosed with Social Anxiety. It was a way for me to look for hope and keep trying.

It's about how I would feel everyday.

Power Of Pain

by Star711

I sat alone another day.
The world was moving all around me,
but it seemed as if my life was in a standstill.
The doctors say its anxiety.
Everyone thinks anxiety means nervousness or fear,
but it is deeper than that.
Anxiety holds you prisoner.
You can't leave your house.

Their Pain (Poem)

At times I feel like my life is complicated, like God has allowed more grief and suffering to come my way than He should have. But in my heart, I know I should be thankful that I have access to opportunities that others will never even dream of having, that I should be glad I even have loved ones, even if they are taken away from me.

I have had painful things happen to me, and I know what sorrow feels like, but there are always those who have been hurt deeper than me. To them I can only offer my prayers, and my sympathy.

Their Pain

by Meredith Mcghin

 

I can only imagine
What it's like to sacrifice
How it feels to do without
What it takes to pay the price
To offer all I have
Unto others with a need
I can only imagine
For myself, I live in greed

A Book Of Memories (Poem)

When we reach a certain age where we find ourselves looking back at all the tears, all the laughter, and all the joy, we also discover that those memories are what keeps us holding on.

A Book Of Memories

by Kathleen Sheppard

Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.

Life's Choices (Poem)

This poem is what I have learned through many years of not having friends and believing it was due to the way I looked. I have learned that looks are not everything in life.

Life's Choices

by Rose

Life is full of choices
Make sure you pick the right one
Don't listen to the voices
Hear only yours and you have won