Barbara Writes

Nov 16, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

A Bedtime Friend

A Bedtime Friend

He listens to my every word
And takes me in his heart
Feeds me love and soothes my hurts
Kisses me gently and makes it better

He holds my dignity in his hand
And gives me value for self worth
Tells me he adores and cherishes me
Does it all unconditional

He holds me close and fights my battles
And understands I really try
On his heart, he writes my name
And put it aside for his treasure

Ask the questions and gets the truth
Goes through all the discords
He takes the good and the bad
Builds up my self-esteem

He hears my cries and comforts me
Kisses away my salty tears
Calms my fears and holds me dear
He always understands

He is my friend, and confidant
Gives me all I need and want
The attention that makes me whole
Makes me happy to be his

Never turns a deaf ear to my madness
He is there when I need him the most
He helps me see my folly
And never makes me cry out in pain

The poet/pen/laptop always with me
Like a friend and companion I write my thoughts
When I'm dancing on the highs and lows
My bedtime friend I etch this even more

— Barbara Writes, Nov 16, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

Critiques

infinite_dwarf

17 years 6 months ago

Barb

Sounds like a great guy! At first from the title, I thought this was going to be about a teddy bear or something like that. (I'll admit, when I feel alone, and Jon's at work, I'll sometimes curl up with one of his shirts or something that smells like him) My only correction is in the third stanza - 'sees I tries" -> 'sees I try' Nice writing. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "The term "paranoid" would seem to indicate a lack of preparation.... I prefer to be labled "hypervigilant"

Barbara Writes

17 years 6 months ago

Thanks Jess k

Comment appreciated and correction made. I though I corrected that back and forth a couple of times and still got it wrong. English course on the way in January, been more than 20 years. Respectfully Yours, Barbara

zarul

17 years 6 months ago

HI BARBARA

hi there, my dear friend. a bedtime friend, i thought it is a 'human', and when i finish reading it, i realized that ur talking bout ur laptop. such a nice and thrilling poem. love this. HUG ZARUL

Barbara Writes

17 years 6 months ago

Thanks Zarul

Guess why my family call me crazy ehh. lol you know what you want, when its not there for the taking you write about. Take the poet inside and grab the laptop then put it down, then feel better. Though not the same as a human. Respectfully Yours, Barbara

zarul

17 years 6 months ago

hi barbara

my mum doesnt call me 'crazy' for making my laptop an all-time companion, but she aks me to 'concentrate' on my studies. i am so lonely for no one read m latest poem. i dont want my poem to be alligned with 'lonely poems'. it is very sad for me. HUG ZARUL

Barbara Writes

17 years 6 months ago

Zarul

Your mum is good mum she never would. Listen to your mom. I have poem in lonely poem to. do not feel sad. take another look at it and make it better. That is what I do. Turn sad to determination to write better. Great poet have room for improvement. Respectfully Yours, Barbara

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Barbara, wonderful write

Well captured! Respectfully, Rett: "Did you ever notice that the politicians who want to ban gun ownership are the very ones that should be shot anyway?" Rett: 2008

Sam Vargo

17 years 6 months ago

Great!

Very well done. A super piece. - Poetry is the language of the heart and soul.

Barbara Writes

17 years 6 months ago

Thanks Rett and Sam

Appreciate your comments, thanks for reading. Respectfully Yours, Barbara

Wafi

17 years 6 months ago

Truelly

Truelly a wonderful friend, Enjoyed it so much. By the way he knows almost everything about you Barbara, lol. Wafi

Janice Pearce

17 years 6 months ago

A Bedtime Friend

Barbara, I enjoyed this one. Nicely written~ _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________

Barbara Writes

17 years 6 months ago

Janice

thanks for reading and commenting Respectfully Yours, Barbara

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