Poems About Friendship
#friendship
Poetry about friends and what it means to be a good friend. Friendship poems explore what friends mean to us and how they influence our lives. This includes poems about the love and support a friend can offer, and also the times we felt betrayed.
Return Thanks
thank you, my friend
for being in my life
briefly, as it was
yet it was precious
the day I last saw you
tethered to a hospital bed
all white except for your shirt
pale green on pale
I said my goodbye
whispered Go with God
I left the room
knowing you were going home
the pain and sorrow on your wife's face
was once mirrored on mine
I knew the deep pain
of being left behind
there would be no fishing
on our usual lake
no more campfires
and telling tall tales
instead...
for being in my life
briefly, as it was
yet it was precious
the day I last saw you
tethered to a hospital bed
all white except for your shirt
pale green on pale
I said my goodbye
whispered Go with God
I left the room
knowing you were going home
the pain and sorrow on your wife's face
was once mirrored on mine
I knew the deep pain
of being left behind
there would be no fishing
on our usual lake
no more campfires
and telling tall tales
instead...
#grief
#friendship
#death
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While Maria Was Posing For Adam Topless
It was while Maria was posing for
Adam topless that her roommate Sharon
came into the studio, saw what's going
on and decided to take off her top and
pose with Maria for her photographer friend.
Adam topless that her roommate Sharon
came into the studio, saw what's going
on and decided to take off her top and
pose with Maria for her photographer friend.
#friendship
#corruption
#fiction
#sensual
#temptation
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Sine Qua Non
There are people who
Want me to empathize,
I am unsure what tears would change
Rather wear you like a sweater
Share our stitches,
Torn for better
There are people who
Dream me an enemy,
Golly I wish but not that vain
I don't share your taste for leather
More like cheap wine,
Caffeine, stutter
There are people who
Need to see me erased
Just say my name and that's okay
Sometimes feel like antimatter
Watch us scramble,
Fucked up patterns
There are people who
Feel me lucid engraved, ...
Want me to empathize,
I am unsure what tears would change
Rather wear you like a sweater
Share our stitches,
Torn for better
There are people who
Dream me an enemy,
Golly I wish but not that vain
I don't share your taste for leather
More like cheap wine,
Caffeine, stutter
There are people who
Need to see me erased
Just say my name and that's okay
Sometimes feel like antimatter
Watch us scramble,
Fucked up patterns
There are people who
Feel me lucid engraved, ...
#love
#dark
#relationships
#friendship
#SelfReflection
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SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
There comes a times when we need to just talk about it with a understanding and respect, as the thoughts are embedded in the deepness of our minds. For I don't need nor want to go through the process of creating, a beautiful moment in our lives and life and love, I don't want to grow apart before we even begin and not being able to cherish the last days of our lives together, and have it slowly fade into a blank page in the memories of our minds and lives. For I need a grown woman as you need a grown man, for we both need and want a relationship that has the same kind of value. As well as...
#women
#men
#friendship
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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Haunted by Nonexistent
I see, you're still chasing the ghost of me in which you knew so well in the moments I worshipped the ground you walked upon. Now, you're looking for my foot prints. Any trace to obtain that admiration again, to feel as though maybe you could get it back tenfold. If only you can get the proper words out to convince me. To show me you didn't mean to be the primary reason to doom this relationship to begin with. So do you really think you can plea with someone who doesn't exist anymore? At least the person you once knew. Do you think this new person would believe it after what was factually...
#dark
#relationships
#friendship
#betrayal
#TruthOfLife
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Imaginary Friends
~ Written on the 27th of September 2008 ~~
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
#loneliness
#friendship
#dreams
#FeelingLost
#surreal
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Human Restoration
Your deft hands endearing are not required
There is only so many ways to say
Simply, you are a tool to file my blade
Trust me I know it sounds a little cold
These pieces to a preserved image that
Flake, soaring off raven what was once tact
What is the cure to human suffering?
I spend so much time on my own techniques
Truthfully, I find myself lost with ease
Your deft hands endearing are not required
There is only so many ways to say:
You are the canvas on which my colors will fade.
There is only so many ways to say
Simply, you are a tool to file my blade
Trust me I know it sounds a little cold
These pieces to a preserved image that
Flake, soaring off raven what was once tact
What is the cure to human suffering?
I spend so much time on my own techniques
Truthfully, I find myself lost with ease
Your deft hands endearing are not required
There is only so many ways to say:
You are the canvas on which my colors will fade.
#love
#dark
#relationships
#friendship
#SelfReflection
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Cheers to Rattling Cages and Light Bulb Moments
They might be a best friend, or they might be a lover, or they might be both or neither, but you’ll look in the mirror while you’re brushing your teeth, and you’ll think to yourself, "Somehow, this person will change my life,” and they will, in a hundred small ways.
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#friendship
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter #crush
#LifeAsAWriter #crush
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Policy of Relationships
I wasn't always this cut throat, but what did you all expect of me? I learned not all people who seem a little too keen to know you, blood or not. Don't have good intentions or your safety in mind. So be upset when my trust issues are screaming in my ears to steer clear of people with oblivious signs of red flags. And it's not my fault no one wants to associate with you when you are the issue. You only validate that label."
#dark
#relationships
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
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You f**k hard don't you.
Lie to me
Do it
Do it hard
Do it strong
Lie to me
Yet another time
Silly puppet
With creepy masters.
Do it
Do it hard
Do it strong
Lie to me
Yet another time
Silly puppet
With creepy masters.
#friendship
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Because of a friend named Sérgio
I sing whatever comes to mind
As the sound of birds
or the horns or the cars
I sing to the sound of boats
to the sound of the sea
inside the shell Inside the sea
I sing always and all the time
I sing what I sing
because I sing what comes
to my mouth
without sieves and without tribes
I sing only
because I cannot shut up...
PAR
As the sound of birds
or the horns or the cars
I sing to the sound of boats
to the sound of the sea
inside the shell Inside the sea
I sing always and all the time
I sing what I sing
because I sing what comes
to my mouth
without sieves and without tribes
I sing only
because I cannot shut up...
PAR
#friendship
#mirror
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
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Rebis Root
I muse about a hundred things:
You, one that daggers out
Branching off from my darker seeds
Uncoiling, spiral, sprout
In the vain of scars we repeat
Lacerate, stringent, foul
This labyrinth vacant depletes
Dear signature to me
As we turn our prose to belief
Like limited amounts;
Ribbons which flatter in the breeze
Lingering on tongues, mouths
With dead violets frayed, reprieve
Enraptured we are bound
Imprinted latent like disease:
Dearest orchard, unique.
You, one that daggers out
Branching off from my darker seeds
Uncoiling, spiral, sprout
In the vain of scars we repeat
Lacerate, stringent, foul
This labyrinth vacant depletes
Dear signature to me
As we turn our prose to belief
Like limited amounts;
Ribbons which flatter in the breeze
Lingering on tongues, mouths
With dead violets frayed, reprieve
Enraptured we are bound
Imprinted latent like disease:
Dearest orchard, unique.
#love
#dark
#relationships
#friendship
#SelfReflection
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