Best Friend Poems
#BestFriend
Best friend poems, poetry about our closest friends. Poems about friendship, love, support and the ups and downs of a relationship with a best friend.
Honoria
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 5:22pm
9th Apr 2021 5:22pm
Unlikely Affiliation
9/30
A universal anomaly happened
And there we were-
Together in the same classroom.
Sniffing each other out like two feral felines.
Eventually becoming friendly by end of term.
Years went by,
discovery showed so many things we didn’t have in common.
You liked country music.
I didn’t.
You were beautiful.
I was cute.
You loved vanilla.
I liked chocolate.
We both loved horses.
The bonds of this unlikely friendship tightened
and cemented as maturity came
hurtling for both of...
A universal anomaly happened
And there we were-
Together in the same classroom.
Sniffing each other out like two feral felines.
Eventually becoming friendly by end of term.
Years went by,
discovery showed so many things we didn’t have in common.
You liked country music.
I didn’t.
You were beautiful.
I was cute.
You loved vanilla.
I liked chocolate.
We both loved horses.
The bonds of this unlikely friendship tightened
and cemented as maturity came
hurtling for both of...
#BestFriend
#death
#NaPoWriMo2021
58 reads
28 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 2:50am
4th Apr 2021 2:50am
Late Heavy Bombardment
I said "look, I'm going to go
and finish up my study on
the Late Heavy Bombardment".
He asked, "does that have something
to do with dogs"?
Looking at Louise,
and gesturing his sweetness her direction.
"No", I said, "no it doesn't."
Walking through to my study,
I wondered what I had said,
what it
might have even sounded like...
and finish up my study on
the Late Heavy Bombardment".
He asked, "does that have something
to do with dogs"?
Looking at Louise,
and gesturing his sweetness her direction.
"No", I said, "no it doesn't."
Walking through to my study,
I wondered what I had said,
what it
might have even sounded like...
#men
#BestFriend
#nostalgia
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
30th Mar 2021 10:26pm
30th Mar 2021 10:26pm
Christ Spent Only 2 Nights In The Tomb
Christ died on Friday and rose on Sunday,
= only 2 nights in the tomb.
But He said, "Son of Man will be in heart of earth for 3 days & 3 nights"(Matthew 12.40).
So several people claim He must have been crucified Wednesday or Thursday -
so He could spend another night in the tomb.
But the solution to the problem is to realize Christ didn't say "3 nights in the tomb."
He used the phrase "heart of the earth" FOR A REASON !!
It allows us to look to a place (OTHER than the tomb) that fits the words, "heart of the earth."
This isn't just...
= only 2 nights in the tomb.
But He said, "Son of Man will be in heart of earth for 3 days & 3 nights"(Matthew 12.40).
So several people claim He must have been crucified Wednesday or Thursday -
so He could spend another night in the tomb.
But the solution to the problem is to realize Christ didn't say "3 nights in the tomb."
He used the phrase "heart of the earth" FOR A REASON !!
It allows us to look to a place (OTHER than the tomb) that fits the words, "heart of the earth."
This isn't just...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind
35 reads
5 Comments
Yellow_Oracle
Poem Published
30th Mar 2021 12:07pm
30th Mar 2021 12:07pm
For my lovely Tessa
Half of my heart disappeared.
Disappeared from my life.
Half of my soul vanished.
Vanished from this world.
A world filled with lies, drugs, and hurt.
Hurting is how I know I’m still alive.
Barely alive, how do I move on from your death?
Death never seems real.
Real?
What’s real are my thoughts.
Thoughts are hazy.
Hazy, foggy, and dark.
Dark and horrific.
Horrified by the fact that I can’t see your face.
Facing the truth that I can’t live with you.
You are my other half.
Disappeared from my life.
Half of my soul vanished.
Vanished from this world.
A world filled with lies, drugs, and hurt.
Hurting is how I know I’m still alive.
Barely alive, how do I move on from your death?
Death never seems real.
Real?
What’s real are my thoughts.
Thoughts are hazy.
Hazy, foggy, and dark.
Dark and horrific.
Horrified by the fact that I can’t see your face.
Facing the truth that I can’t live with you.
You are my other half.
#love
#grief
#BestFriend
#death
#addiction
67 reads
13 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 11:29pm
26th Mar 2021 11:29pm
known, in friendship (a senryú)
rare, in their real bond
no asking, just a given
that's, how it should be.
no asking, just a given
that's, how it should be.
#love
#BestFriend
#support
116 reads
25 Comments
buddydog
Poem Published
20th Mar 2021 2:26pm
20th Mar 2021 2:26pm
Red Skies
As we travel across this ocean of life
We shared all the red skies at night
It wasn’t the love, but the way we unite
Sometimes we drifted off course
With red skies in the morning
We held on until a new day dawning
This friendship sailed with sails tattered and worn
It wasn’t the wind, but the faithful oar
Hand in hand we walk upon the shore
We shared all the red skies at night
It wasn’t the love, but the way we unite
Sometimes we drifted off course
With red skies in the morning
We held on until a new day dawning
This friendship sailed with sails tattered and worn
It wasn’t the wind, but the faithful oar
Hand in hand we walk upon the shore
#BestFriend
#friendship
49 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 3:09pm
12th Mar 2021 3:09pm
Two boisterous boys
Sensible and so reliable,
each an unblemished character.
Kicking up the traces
the joy to sniff, just empty spaces
Fetching dad his slippers,
Warming up his chair.
Comforting, relief of a captive gaze
feel the stress leach from the day.
Complete with each a passport
the visa stamped; good rapport.
Pictures of there idols. hanging on the wall
Pool players; smell the smoke filled room
Ale and shaggy dog told tales
growls and a wagging tale.
Abandoned spirits brought to heel
Each picture hold a tail
is it pure...
each an unblemished character.
Kicking up the traces
the joy to sniff, just empty spaces
Fetching dad his slippers,
Warming up his chair.
Comforting, relief of a captive gaze
feel the stress leach from the day.
Complete with each a passport
the visa stamped; good rapport.
Pictures of there idols. hanging on the wall
Pool players; smell the smoke filled room
Ale and shaggy dog told tales
growls and a wagging tale.
Abandoned spirits brought to heel
Each picture hold a tail
is it pure...
#BestFriend
32 reads
1 Comment
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 1:18pm
12th Mar 2021 1:18pm
The Widecombe Fair Chestnut Mare (A Trilogy)
As the dawn broke above the moorlands of Yorkshire, in the English countryside, all was still. I was up and about, although a little earlier than my usual time, as the day began to stir. Not far away the hoot of an owl let me know that there was a trespasser in her territory. I looked up and sure enough, as my eyes adjusted to the morning half-light, high in the sky a sparrow hawk patrolled the heavens above me. Like the owl, yet in her own different and special way, she was magnificent.
Memories of long ago flooded my thoughts as I watched her in flight. When I was a small boy,...
Memories of long ago flooded my thoughts as I watched her in flight. When I was a small boy,...
#BestFriend
#holiday
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
8th Mar 2021 9:53am
8th Mar 2021 9:53am
Something about the boy
We grew too teenage for our emotions,
mastered by the need to mate.
I was in the back seat, unable to speak
too shy for eye contact, only watching
beyond the long bonnet of 2 Litre Capri,
he would always have someone on his knee.
I would listen to his confidence
as it slowed down, open-windowed to talk.
His words could sweep away
loose strands of hair,
press a cool palm
to a reddening cheek,
slowly convince the, I'm not sure
and quickly lift up the hem
of the come on then.
It takes a certain...
mastered by the need to mate.
I was in the back seat, unable to speak
too shy for eye contact, only watching
beyond the long bonnet of 2 Litre Capri,
he would always have someone on his knee.
I would listen to his confidence
as it slowed down, open-windowed to talk.
His words could sweep away
loose strands of hair,
press a cool palm
to a reddening cheek,
slowly convince the, I'm not sure
and quickly lift up the hem
of the come on then.
It takes a certain...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#memories
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0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
5th Mar 2021 9:24pm
5th Mar 2021 9:24pm
Daisy-girl
This is a lament I wrote on Blackwolf's thread
For The Love Of Animals, last Oct.
She passed on 10/14/20 I'll never forget that
I was going to rewrite it into more of a poem format but then decided against it.
I think about her every day. ]
Lost my Daisy-girl yesterday
I posted a shitty poem about it yesterday too, but hated it and took it down.
I was in a state, to put it mildly.
She was a big golden girl of love
and pure bright sunshine.
No matter how bad your day
may have been going
she...
For The Love Of Animals, last Oct.
She passed on 10/14/20 I'll never forget that
I was going to rewrite it into more of a poem format but then decided against it.
I think about her every day. ]
Lost my Daisy-girl yesterday
I posted a shitty poem about it yesterday too, but hated it and took it down.
I was in a state, to put it mildly.
She was a big golden girl of love
and pure bright sunshine.
No matter how bad your day
may have been going
she...
#love
#BestFriend
#heartbroken
#dogs
#rainbow
167 reads
44 Comments
Just_Me_
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 5:16pm
1st Mar 2021 5:16pm
Bestest Friend
My best friend ever
No more an unknown stranger
Making epic memories together
Being upright citizens, never
We are proud scorpions
Making everyone our minions
Thieves, hoes, and snitches will feel our iron brand
Rules of brotherhood they refused to understand
You always make me smile,even when I'm mad
I got your shoulder,if ever I'm sad
You own the gift of perception
Faking a emotion is not an exception
I want to say thank-you
I got my smile back
Happy moments were just a few
My...
No more an unknown stranger
Making epic memories together
Being upright citizens, never
We are proud scorpions
Making everyone our minions
Thieves, hoes, and snitches will feel our iron brand
Rules of brotherhood they refused to understand
You always make me smile,even when I'm mad
I got your shoulder,if ever I'm sad
You own the gift of perception
Faking a emotion is not an exception
I want to say thank-you
I got my smile back
Happy moments were just a few
My...
#BestFriend
#honesty
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
43 reads
3 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 2:17pm
23rd Feb 2021 2:17pm
to thine own self (and you) be true.
To find that secret place
'Tis once buried;
O' fathomless profound
thine own storied [mis]fortune
pondering the mere slight.
Perhaps thy burning thoughts
of divinely need?
As once, such burden form and fit
when hidden o'er dawn's dewy hilltops
of grassy blades
that cut
a deepest green
mixed
amongst crimson hue'd;
Hence so dense and heavy marked
here, in all acquired bold,
conjoined by sheer providence, now ours.
Keep chested locked in iron clasp
forever shared betwixt
us two, ...
'Tis once buried;
O' fathomless profound
thine own storied [mis]fortune
pondering the mere slight.
Perhaps thy burning thoughts
of divinely need?
As once, such burden form and fit
when hidden o'er dawn's dewy hilltops
of grassy blades
that cut
a deepest green
mixed
amongst crimson hue'd;
Hence so dense and heavy marked
here, in all acquired bold,
conjoined by sheer providence, now ours.
Keep chested locked in iron clasp
forever shared betwixt
us two, ...
#love
#strength
#BestFriend
#support
#responsibility
121 reads
30 Comments
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