Frends Poems

Frends poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of frends poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on frends are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Thankful

Thankful short poem

I hate that feeling when I open my eyes, I hold my breath in dread, Will today be a morning to rise, Or will I just stay in my bed? I make my plans in hope that I, Will be

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Teasing

Teasing short poem

Tonight when I come back clad in wounded memories, one seed deep the pod would lie in the forest of hands, I will wake you up in between the kisses of moon. The hawthorn lamps – let me light the

Under The Skin

Under The Skin short poem

New look is a must For the modern blunt Pump up your lips Suck fat from hips Lifting your skin You cannot begin Your body features Give me no answers Under the skin You lose or win We have to

Daydreamer

Daydreamer long poem

My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats; for I never ment to travel far. But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure along the foamy edge of oean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.

The Homeless Man

The Homeless Man short poem

A man stood by the roadside his shame he endeavored to hide for being homeless injured his pride. He held a cardboard sign in his hand. It said he’d do whatever the task would demand. He would work for food

Midnight Demon’s Ditty

Midnight Demons Ditty long poem

Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a

The Long March – November 2013 New People

The Long March   November 2013 New People ode

This is an ode to the press. I write a lot of these leading up to publications I care about. This one was unique, I sketched on some boxes, used some spray paint and some sharpies. In the space above

Unconscious Mind.

Unconscious Mind. short poem

I asked him what is it that you like in me He answered I wouldn’t say like I’d say I fancy you, You test me everyday And for us each day is a struggle But when it passes I am

Ripples

Ripples short poem

I am driven across the river of time In silence tinged with voices within, People have always been playing parts As heroes or lovers to lift their hearts. Their voices sparkle in pages of history The stormy breath of struggle

In Sleep

In Sleep short poem

A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes

Behind The Beauty

Behind The Beauty short poem

Beauty! The quality of being pleasing The experience of “beauty” often involves an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. Behind the beauty Is the

M E N

M E N short poem

I haven’t had a quiet life In-fact it’s been quite busy When I think back to how it was It sends me kinda dizzy I have had a lot of men Of which I can recall I could name most

Love Is Love

Love Is Love long poem

Well you say the lifestyle he lives is wrong God created Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, well hell who are you to judge without Weighing all the options, did you ever think That maybe he’s still dealing with

Road- Block

Road  Block long poem

Heaps of vehicles huddled together on the road Like a swarm of flies sitting on Jaggery to taste it People inside the vehicles are drenched in profused sweat Like frozen milk pockets as they are out of the Fridge. A

Bedfellows

Bedfellows short poem

It stormed all night rattling teeth and windows the small tribe of cats sheathed their claws for once crept into human beds drawn incapable of love to the safety of something larger a fleshy barricade to take the blows something

Farmer’s Tale

Farmers Tale long poem

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

My Smiling Buddha

My Smiling Buddha short poem

In the bosom of a heart A mother bore a little one With all pangs of pain In motherhood and labor. In the chambers of her heart She kept him safe Suckled the little one With all her love. An

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (Part-3)

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (Part 3) prose poem

Quintessence of beauty, you rule every heart, Queen of my dream you are, my loving partner, Your quixotic gestures create stunning energy, When clouds are thundering to strike our love. Redolent air surrounds you ecstatically, That inebriate the soft heart

Supernova Star Dust

Supernova Star Dust short poem

You are supernova star dust, remnants of a sun turned inside out; born anew. Elemental matter from swirling nebulae, drawn together by gravity to form a rocky mass, at exactly the right distance from another star, itself formed in precise

A Song of Willy-nilly Nill and Will

A Song of Willy nilly Nill and Will short poem

In eyes the color of translucence Irises dilate to hold up The light hands cannot cup; In minds the color of efflorescence Cool heads may not prevail, Hot heads may not fail; But in mindsets the color of prison walks

Understandings of War

Understandings of War sonnet poems

The world’s a puzzle of inconvenience The members who inhabit it are worse than fallen angels Ghoulishness, fears, abhorrence are their manifest examples And for them there’s palpably nothing like repentance Rare, are the souls who proliferate forbearance As malicious

Tribute To Princess Diana

Tribute To Princess Diana short poem

Blessed Diana, thrilling phrases of love would make a paragraph, for your much distinguished and magnificent epitaph. Your slumber to eternity be likened to a sleeping beauty, who will be awakened by the kiss of a Seraphic Prince of immortality.

Malody Of Loneliness (suboor’s Pic)

Malody Of Loneliness  (suboors Pic) short poem

The winds whisper and sights release music of song Perceive, loneliness has its own melody ever strong Suboor captures that first in heart then in camera Inspiring it became, it’s a meaningful panorama Reminds me of great writer who wonderfully

An Innocent Prisoner’s Life

An Innocent Prisoners Life short poem

An innocent prisoner in the cage, Waits for his age to pass, He writes something on a page, I think those are count of the days, Which he is spending in the cage, When the sun begins to set, He

Lilith

Lilith prose poem

I am a Lilith in whom men had no faith I was as free as humming bee I was never owned by anybody this everybody disapproved hence was made a demon as the world knows me as an omen hundred

How Alone I am

How Alone I am short poem

How alone am I How sad am I You never know I never show You smile with a shine I smile with wine Your enthralling eyes Defines my style Missing you is my life Yes I live, but I strife

The Reason

The Reason prose poem

When given a deep thought a certain realization hovered over my head. …truly everything happens for a reason, a reason that sometimes may be an unknown illusion, sometimes the things we curse and at times something that overwhelms us to

Say Yes

Say Yes short poem

they always engross to bury you and you are digging that your true face rise up with no any word of complain until something miraculous happen with you so you kept mum and like Sisyphus you may grow up or

My Pearl Of Inestimable Value

My Pearl Of Inestimable Value ode

My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in

Notes

Notes short poem

The absent moon in a tea cup without milk. Lips reaching moon like a reprimand. A spider’s kiss. Unmothered story, contempt untitled: Surface-tension. The speed of space in motion like winter smoke. The sun buried the snow in your eyes.

Death: Fiction Or Reality

Death: Fiction Or Reality short poem

Is it fiction or reality? Called the end of life or is birth’s wife. Death, is a dreadful reality, But, why don’t we accept it wisely. For fiction, it is the easiest way to frighten, But about death, it does

Different Yet The Same

Different Yet The Same short poem

I am one of many, Born different and yet the same My blood is red And my bones can break But to some I’m just a number A name Labeled by doctors In their eyes I’m not the same I

Bloom Again, Pretty Rose

Bloom Again, Pretty Rose long poem

The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered skin of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a

Soulmate

Soulmate short poem

It runs deep Deep into the soul Deep into the caverns of the clan. Its lineage since existence. Always on the prowl Hunting for the one Vulnerable and welcoming. Knocking on the thinner walls Feeding on negatives. To find an

Ancient Sins

Ancient Sins short poem

Drunk with pride the streets are bursting in self-indulgence. Who was calling the shots? Do you know the words between intermissions, carry a secret- till the brazen scoop finds the hidden meaning. It was grave very grave truice, unmaking love

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly long poem

Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship

Love Of Lies

Love Of Lies short poem

When love is found what happens to your heart? Does it stay the same or fill up with love again just like it did from the start? Does it beat less or beat more? Is it sewn up from being

Hello Pumpkin

Hello Pumpkin ballad

Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy

My Heaven

My Heaven ballad

It’s always my favourite paint The colour of sunny skies Awaking my dream, my faith The shine of your loving eyes It lit up my fading hopes It made me forget my fears Assured me that I will cope With

The Proposal

The Proposal long poem

I close my eyes, I see a face, Time has passed at a splendid pace, It was a scorching sunny day, With rains of happiness on the way, A day to remember, a day to dare, I was to promise