Toughs
Arm in arm
go my sword and pistol
and walk up and down
full of mischief
as if they are friends
or fearful to be alone.
Poems on the topic: friend
Poems on the topic “friend” on Poets.by.
Belated Christmas letter
This year, trouble settled
in with me, and I mourn
the dying of tongues
and ordinary doors.
Time is no old token.
I have lost friends and
a calf’s head at cards.
Fear of a white planet
my old friend
my old acquaintance
my strange table
the sea
is white as ice
The art of parting
My friend and I,
we part, painters
painting stairs
to the night
all night.
Old soldier
I miss the war.
All the officers and friends of my past
sang songs
and then went away.
And night came
to wash me clean.
Immortals of the Wine Cup
A red-faced divinity, the fool
who won a quart of sack.
He and I talk beauty
till we’re both angry,
then walk in the fields.
Homeless
I bury a friend at the green
bone of the day.
I think myself one without a bed.
Against Nature
All the assistance I could expect:
the sound of an evening,
a large desire for
my old friend, the world.
Nature is the first lie
since coming from sea.
Prisoner
This grave or prison, the heart—
who could remember
what it was like to be released?
I went with a bottle or two
hunting for friends.
Sad party
playing at cards
I am forced to deal
the difference between a friend
and a whore
I hear some symphony
of his own making
perform my part
and part
Enter The Idiot: Why I Have No Friends
i accidentally wrote a love poem
and gave it to my friend
but i didn't mean it that way
i hope our friendship doesn't end
sometimes I feel like an idiot
and today just proves it's true
i should never had made that poem
and really shouldn't have given it to you
so now i'm crying on my bedroom floor
wishing i could turn back time
cause it'd make me never write it
and i'd forget that note of mine
but time only moves forward
i wish it wasn't so
i'll just stop talking now
and we can both exist- alone
Not Okay Is Okay
My friend just told me he's suicidal-
Not again,
I think as I hold in my tears.
Losing someone is hard,
But losing someone when you know you could have helped
Is like having someone rip out your heart.
He thinks not being alright is bad-
If that's true, I'm living the worst life anyone's ever had.
Of all my friends,
Only two are really okay.
There's the one I tell everything,
And the one I'm still trying to make.
They both know I'm not at my best,
But they still treat me like someone who's fine.
I think it's cause they know being hurt is fine,
And that it's okay not to be okay.
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