Post more comments
Want a gift card for being active Forum member? Post comments and win $25 gift card every week.
Rules: will be giving away gift cards (worth $75 in total) every week to first three members ($25 each) who participate most in our forum discussions. You just have to post comments on forum pages, poet pages or poem pages anywhere inside
Comments posted needs to be in different pages. Posting more than 1 comment on the same page will only be counted once.
Members can not post comments without being logged in. has the right to cancel or edit this contest. has a right to disqualify or ban member(s) without providing any type of reason, belief or proof in regards to any type of illegal activity or fraud.

Peter Daniel Phiri

(21/06/1989 / Kadoma)

A Friend For Life (Poetry And I)

On the 21st of June,
1989 was the year...
This young fellow bellowed,
On a biting cold morning when birds were too cold to sing,
Long minutes after the mother writhed and contorted,
What a noisy lad!
And to cause such pain to the mother,
Too proud,
Taking his time to withdraw from his alien world..
And when he suddenly artistically painted that charismatic smile across his face,
He seemed to be interpreting dreams,
So Daniel they called him...
His will was amazing,
Too much strength and power for an infant,
So they named him Peter, the rock!

The sound of music in the sky,
Or was it in his head?
Somewhat distant,
Somewhat wild, .somewhat imaginary,
Often entertained his sleep with dreams,
And took his soul, mind and thought to worlds unknown..
And there he met a fellow named poetry..
A fellow with no face, who spoke with rhymes, wisdom and rhythm.
Weird but addictive...
So he willed to part ways with him and their silence took them to different forests,
Somewhat camouflaging common sense and will..
So the young fellow walked the avenues of life and love...
And he became a man!

He knew there would come a time when,
He had to leave the nest and family,
And fly sky high like a bird,
Singing victory songs!
He tried,
But fell,
Deep in the thick forest,
Where the leaves and the ground bellow them grunted,
Yearning to shake off the color off snow?
So cold!
The birds neither offered their voices nor charm,

In the midst of the confusion and misfortune,
As it is well known,
That friends meet to part and part to meet,
Hysteria slapped him hard as he met with his old, true and forgotten friend,
And so now they walk hand in hand,
Like the sun and the moon,
No darkness,
Victory and love,
They write on paper,
And their fondness and magical union inspires multitudes,
Touching not just their hearts,
But lives and souls,
Healing, paving new avenues!

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A Friend For Life (Poetry And I) by Peter Daniel Phiri )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley Updates

New Poems

  1. King James, David Lessard
  2. Waves, gajanan mishra
  3. having a stroke inside a straight line, Mandolyn Davidson
  4. leaving is losing a million things to say, Mandolyn Davidson
  5. Hopeless, David Whalen
  6. Say, whatever you like, gajanan mishra
  7. I Hate Time, Sandra Feldman
  8. Next Door, Anna Linton
  9. How do I sleep, Lore Me34
  10. You Are My Master, Lilly Emery

Poem of the Day

poet Ambrose Bierce

by Ambrose Bierce

Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
...... Read complete »


Member Poem

by Albert Ahearn

[Hata Bildir]