Friend Maybe?

Friend Maybe? prose poem

Photo by shutterhacks


As I ponder upon the color in my life a friend brought,
I fall into a boulevard of meanings which is difficult to sort,
Which compounds a lot of emotions together making a heavy stout,
The satisfying talks that I had to serve my self-doubt,
Sure was he there to bolster my process of sprout,
Where I had a craving to know more,
He transcended the craving to soar,
To soar higher than underestimation,
To bring a peaceful coagulation,
Of impeding thoughts to achieve more telling,
It’s the friend who stood as an invisible Pillar,
To act as an imperative filler,
To cut out negativity in self-fight,
And if you wonder,
I wrote this poem for you tonight!

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (5 votes, average: 4.40 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

My Only Friend

My Only Friend short poem

Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the

My Friend Crystal

My Friend Crystal long poem

I am the women that hasn’t been able to lose all her baby weight. I am the dad that works two jobs and always gets home late. I am the high school cheerleader trying to be someone shes not. I

A Vintage Friend

A Vintage Friend prose poem

Forget me not, my vintage friend, though life in me takes flight. I’m with you now and always, though far and out of sight. Remember all the best of times and love that we both shared, and let those memories

My Best Friend

My Best Friend short poem

Elegant and smart With a big kind heart Sharp as a dart With a good sense of art Great from the start Full of love in his cart With an unbeatable chart Of gifting time a lot Open as a

Lifetime Best Friend

Lifetime Best Friend short poem

Deep ocean making a smooth calm sound It can only be God Dark skies with a trim of white clouds It can only be God’s power Birds making chirping sounds at night It can only be God’s creation Sitting next