You will never be my friend again

Friends are people like me and you used to be.
YOU CHANGED majorly.
You covered your face with make-up
trying to look fake
it didnt work just made you look ugly
you changed your hair to make you look “prettier”
You changed to fit in to be popular
when you were my friend you didnt have to change
but you didnt want to be my friend anymore
you wanted to be someone else
So you ignored me, you were rude to me,
you insulted me.
You think once you start talking to me again it will all be over!
You think wrong you will
NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER BE MY FRIEND AGAIN!!!

This poem was submitted by Victoria.

Constance Hately

You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River,
In rearing Irene and Mary,
Orphans of my older sister!
And you censure Irene and Mary
For their contempt of me!
But praise not my self-sacrifice,
And censure not their contempt;
I reared them, I cared for them, true enough!–
But I poisoned my benefactions
With constant reminders of their dependence

This poem was submitted by Edgar Lee.

To One Hated

Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder,
Chance had led my feet to the way of love, not hate,
I might have cherished you well, have been to you fond and faithful,
Great as my hatred is, so might my love have been great.

Each cold word of mine might have been a kiss impassioned,
Warm with the throb of my heart, thrilled with my pulse’s leap,
And every glance of scorn, lashing, pursuing, and stinging,
As a look of tenderness would have been wondrous and deep.

Bitter our hatred is, old and strong and unchanging,
Twined with the fibres of life, blent with body and soul,
But as its bitterness, so might have been our love’s sweetness
Had it not missed the way­strange missing and sad!­to its goa

This poem was submitted by Maud Montgomery.

Hate

I had a bitter enemy,
His heart to hate he gave,
And when I died he swore that he
Would dance upon my grave;
That he would leap and laugh because
A livid corpse was I,
And that’s the reason why I was
In no great haste to die.

And then - such is the quirk of fate,
One day with joy I read,
Despite his vitalizing hate
My enemy was dead.
Maybe the poison in his heart
Had helped to haste his doom:
He was not spared till I depart
To spit upon my tomb.

The other day I chanced to go
To where he lies alone.
‘Tis easy to forgive a foe
When he is dead and gone. . . .
Poor devil! Now his day is done,
(Though bright it was and brave,)
Yet I am happy there is none
To dance upon my grave.

This poem was submitted by William Service.

I Murder hate

I MURDER hate by flood or field,
Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;
In wars at home I’ll spend my blood—
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I’m better pleas’d to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty.

I would not die like Socrates,
For all the fuss of Plato;
Nor would I with Leonidas,
Nor yet would I with Cato:
The zealots of the Church and State
Shall ne’er my mortal foes be;
But let me have bold Zimri’s fate,
Within the arms of Cozbi!

This poem was submitted by Robert Burns.

My Heart It Beats

My heart
it beats
its healed

Its healed
your love
heals my wounds

My wounds
plentyfull
you heal all

My heart
it beats
for love

It beats
for you
My love

This poem was submitted by timothy van cleven.

The End

I guess this is the end,
I pray to God that there is more.
This story barely started,
and now tears trickle to the floor.

You told me not to cry for you,
but darling, it’s who I am.
So please, forgive me in that respect,
I’m doing the best I can.

Why does this have to be it?
I thought this was a poem I’d never write…
If I could hug you, babe, I would..
You’ll never be out of mind, just out of sight.

I pray for you soft journeys,
that you always get what you need.
I pray that you remember your God
and that His word you heed.

Monique, I’m sorry that this is goodbye.
Just know that you can always come home to me.
Darling, I miss you too much already.
I wish that you could see…

This poem was submitted by The Blessed.

Gone

Emotions ran through my head
I found myself wishing I was dead
All because you were moving away
I knew I would never see you another day

You got in your car and waved goodbye
and then I was left all alone to cry
I felt helpless, and all alone
I could only talk to you on the phone

You were my neighbor, and my best friend
Why, Oh why did it have to end?
You made me so happy, so carefree
You made it feel okay for me to be me

It’s been almost a year since you moved away
but it feels like it was only yesterday
I remember everything you used to do
It may seem impossible, but it’s true

You were the best friend I ever had
Now that you left me, I am beyond sad
I love and I miss you more than you ever knew
You’ve taught me so much, and I want to say thank you.

This poem was submitted by Stephanie M. Wendorf.

Inspirational Poem for father

A Father means so many things…
A understanding heart,
A source of strength and of support
Right from the very start.
A constant readiness to help
In a kind and thoughtful way.
With encouragement and forgiveness
No matter what comes your way.
A special generosity and always affection, too
A Father means so many things
When he’s a man like you…

This poem was submitted by Rupen.

Good for father’s birthday poems

Our fathers toil with hands and heart
To make our lives complete.
They quietly brave the winter cold,
Endure the summer heat.

Our fathers’ lives are busy, but
There’s always time for us.
They boldly face the ups and downs
And seldom ever fuss.

Our fathers are the greatest dads.
We know you know this, too.
But thank you for the chance to share
Our love for them with you.

This poem was submitted by David A. Olds.

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