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Teen Poetry #6

A poem about a friend

P.R.C
Junior Member

since 2003-01-31

Posts 40
Hull, England

0 posted 2003-01-31 04:26 PM

I hate it when he is mad
I hate it when he is sad
I wish I could protect him
From everything that is bad

Hold him in my arms
Shelter him from the world
Not letting anything bother
him again

I hope that one day,
Whoever has hurt him and made him cry,
Get what they deserve.
I hate them more than anything

I want to stop the cutting
Stop the crying
Stop the hurting
And make it all good

But I can do none of this
And it hurts me to know it

I hate the feeling I get
Knowing he is upset
It makes my heart ache
And makes the tears fall
I only want to protect him from it all

It gets me mad
To think how these
People treat him so bad

He has never
Done anything to them
Nothing to make them angry or sad
So why does he deserve to feel this bad?

He is himself
He is the person
I have come to know
The person I have grown
To feel and care for

He has been there for me
Whenever I have needed him
For this, I cannot thank him enough

A true friend is what he is
I couldn’t wish for anyone better

I have tried to be
There for him always
And I will try to be forever

I want him to know
That if he ever needs
A friend or someone to talk to
When he is feeling down,
That I will be here
And that’s the reason for this,
To let my feelings be known

PoetryIsLife

Senior Member

since 2001-10-27

Posts 1763
...in my boxers...

1 posted 2003-01-31 08:44 PM

How lovely... what a tribute! Definetly not the same sort of tribute, say, Tenacious D sung... most would say better!

I hope you show this to him, if you feel it wouldn't harm the situation, because this piece was lovely, endearing.

A great first post. Welcome!

Please, make yourself known, enjoy yourself.

A few lines stuck out to me as not flowing with the rest of the poem:

"Not letting anything bother
him again"

and

"I have tried to be
There for him always"

Not sure what I would do differently, but they distracted me from the poem itself.

Not the words, their layout.

~Titus

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