Friendship Poems And Poetry

Trigger A Thought

Trigger a thought

A memory or two

Before you got old

Before you ever knew

What would you await

As you journeyed ahead

Hardly even thought

About making the bed

If friends went away

You made new ones instead

But as time gathers on

And you listen to OLD songs

It’s not very often

Good friends come along

So hold them to close

And be sure you let them know

They you think they’re the one

Than makes the wind blow.

Tell Them We’re Friends

A cloud hangs low,
He’s on his knees.
So difficult he coul scream.
Yet we carry on to never end.
Screaming inside,
A soothing voice to calm the ride.
What’s best is best,
What feels so wrong is yet so right.
Just to hold me close,
Before they come to sight.

Like this, it’s a hard way to stand,
With this kiss, I express and hold your hand.
Cause today, They think I’m just your friend.

When your near,
Inside, I feel secure.
When close,
When you kiss me on the nose.
I smile, I gleam,
Oh how, I simply dream.
What’s in store for us.
What’s in our guts.
Let your heart spill.
Cause you are my last will.

Like this, it’s a hard way to stand,
With this kiss, I express and hold your hand.
Cause today, They think I’m just your friend.

What they think, they don’t know,
Inside, we still grow.
It’s love, this is a plead,
Work your magic, lift me off my knees.
Give a hug, holding close.
Strike that perfect pose.
You’re great,
It’s not too late.
But it’s okay cause with your love.

Like this, I still stand.
This kiss, so sincere, holding my hand.
They don’t know, I’m more than just a friend.

Silence, My Friend

I used to know a sweet man,
I secretly called him Silence.
He was honest and loving,
He was kind and comforting.
I miss him so much,
Silence, my fiend.

Silence, my friend.
Where have you gone?
I used to relish in the time we shared and we wasted,
Quiet and Unspoken, it was ceaseless.
Immortal, and indestructible,
It was bloody and savage,
It was amour, true and timeless.
Silence has long since departed,
and I have yet to find another to take his place.

I worshiped the ground he walked on,
His ossuary skin deep,
A prisoner of his own,
His keep ornate with impassioned scars.
Engraved the name of love,
and sour with the scent of ill spent energy.

A paladin in his own time, unknowingly,
A seamstress to play the strings of my heart.
and Oh, how he played them,
A Seamstress to loosely thread them back together.

So if I became snatched upon a branch,
I might return to him, Silence that seamstress,
Silence that damned genius.

Years have passed, or so it seems
and I still remain sewn to Silence,
Silence my fiend.

I have a new friend.
His name is Frailty.
Frailty is harsh and unloving.
He is bitter and old.
His past has left him cold and brittle.
Frailty lingers on the cadaver of his last love, too.

He is blind, the poor dear,
Sees but hues of Grey and darkness.
He sees not the blues of the sky,
The emeralds within my Pontarleir,
Not the coppers and rusts of autumns’ leaves.

The luminosity of the maledict stars,
Nor the dying twinkle of hope in mine eyes,
He neglects to see what he has been graced with,
Instead he clings to his past, that accursed carcass.

Poor Frailty, he knows not how the world turns.
Nor how its spins on its axis, at steady speeds.
He can’t fathom that the world revolves on a force,
Rather he believes: on remorse, regret.

I have spent too much time,
Around this Frailty character,
His malaise brings me down.
But Oh, the blood we shared.

The elegant and haphazard spatters on the oak,
Are: but a tale to be told.
Much like the drapery steeped in crimson,
The reddened fingerprints that traced my breast,
Your waiting mouth, my hungry lips.
Are now: but moratorium in time.
Silence my friend,

Who is this Frailty fiend?
And why has he been plucking harshly,
At my eloquently strung strings?
Silence, I’ve waited long enough
Frailty, I’ve wasted too much.

Frailty and Silence walk hand in hand.
But see not a different face.
Poor Frailty,
Lost Silence.

Myself, I am sipping at my Pontarlier of Verte,
Waiting for this still in time to cease,
Admiring that loosely stitched thread,
Loathing my new friend Frailty,
And calculating the speed at which the world revolves.

I hold your hand

If I told you how crazy I still am for you,
Would you hold it against me.
If I told you how much I’ve missed you,
Would you think less of me.
Can I hold your hand,
If you gave me the chance.
I would hold your hand,
For as long as you let me,
With me,
Your hand will never be cold, nor too hot.
With me,
Your hand will touch.
Wonders in exhilarating moments,
Shall we share together.
I give you the world,
As I hold your hand.

Friendship Never Ends

We were in kindergarten when we became friends,
we made a packed we’d be friends till the end.
playing on the playground swingin’ on the swings,
next thing we know we’d be teens.

Telling secrets, talking about boys,
Growing up, getting rid of all our toys.
Talking to each other on the phone,
Knowing that we’d never be alone.

Your the person I can tell everything,
and you wouldn’t laugh at me when I tried to sing.
I could always be a dork with you,
And you could be a dork with me too.

And even when we had our fights,
Some how we knew everything would be alright.
Ya, sure we had our ups and downs,
We shared our smiles and our frowns.

But no matter what we stayed friends,
You were here through the thick and thin.
I love you more then words can say,
and I wish you never had to go away.

Even though you can’t be here,
I thank God for all the years.
that we got to spend together,
our friendship I will always Treasure!


Friendship Is Like A Flower

Friendship is like a flower,
Glowing in its glory,
Each and every seed,
Telling its own story.

As each flower blooms,
And then continues to grow,
More of its strength and knowledge,
Continues to show.

And like a garden,
It blooms much more fair,
When carefully tended,
By those who care.

Once in a while,
You come acress a friend,
Who is as beautiful as a flower,
With a good heart to lend.

So I picked this flower,
And pulled it apart,
And soon all its pieces,
Grew into my heart.

But when I realized,
Is that this flower that grew,
Was not leaves and petals,
But pieces of you.

Your love and kindness,
Your strength and power,
Have helped me grow,
Into my own little flower.

And now with our friendship,
I’ll never let go,
And we can help others,
To flower and grow.



When you are sad,
and you feel you can’t go on.
Tears well in your eyes,
and the pain is so strong.

So far from your friends,
and you’re all on your own.
No-one to run to,
So very alone.

When all seems so useless,
and you can’t take anymore.
As you put on your coat,
and head for the door.


I was there once,
lost, all alone.
You can cry in my ear,
Just pick up the phone.

When you are lonely and feeling so blue
Someone is thinking… Thinking of you.

Peter Finlayson.

Friendship Is Give And Take

Friendship is give and take,
Friendship is understanding and forgiving when a friend makes a mistake,
Friendship is about being there when a friend’s heart aches.

Friendship is not about making demands,
Friendship is not even trying to understand and dismissing the other out of hand,
Friendship is not about me, it’s about we.

Friendship is not saying never speak to me again, it’s lets get through this my friend,
What ever the problem we have, we can beat it my friend, just hold my hand and lets face it together until the end.

That’s a friend.

Andrew Mark Wilkinson.

True Friendship

Friendship is like a flower,
Friendship is like a good people who will never hurt you.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.

Friendship is like a very good book,
Friendship is like a very good CD.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.

Friendship is like everlasting,
Friendship is like a bed of flowers it just gets prettier.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.

Friendship is like cute kittens,
Friendship is like your very delicious favorite cake you like.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.

Lawanna Holt.

My Beautiful Friend

You made me laugh when I cried so hard,
You gave me bracelets to cover my scars.
You held me close when I was so cold,
You offered a comforting hand to hold.

You picked me up whenever I fell,
You showed me heaven when I was blinded by hell.
You answered my calls in the darkened night,
You gave me the reasons to hold on and fight.

You rescued me when I was drowning in pain,
You placed me back on the right path again.
You loved me forever and stayed by my side,
You entered my heart as an angel to guide.

You may not be with me so much anymore,
But I know you will leave open a beckoning door.
I miss you so much but I’ll fight till the end,
I love you so much my Best friend.



Our friendship is special
so sweet and so true
If ever you need me
I’ll be right there for you
I’ve searched high and low
and never could find
a friendship as sweet
as is Yours and Mine
So, here’s a big hug
and a little kiss, too
thank you, my friend
for just being you!


The Miracle Of Friendship

There is a miracle called Friendship
that dwells within the heart
and you don’t know how it happens
or when it even starts.

But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
and you realize that Friendship
is God’s most precious gift.

Jean Kyler McManus.

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