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.
Mastersensation
Pent
Pent
Poem Published
Today 5:55am
Today 5:55am
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I love the feeling
Of not having to go to work tomorrow,
Physical exhaustion,
Contribution, and
A long shower.
She loves the feeling
Of no one else is up and about yet,
Half an hour with a coffee,
A breakfast fire, and
Birds waking.
We love how it feels
To prepare each other's morning brew,
Pick out this year's flowers,
Tend sore muscles, and
Share long drives.
.
I love it when
I'm kissed just for coming home,
The news, and dinner mingle,
We've shared our day, and
There's a quiet,...
Of not having to go to work tomorrow,
Physical exhaustion,
Contribution, and
A long shower.
She loves the feeling
Of no one else is up and about yet,
Half an hour with a coffee,
A breakfast fire, and
Birds waking.
We love how it feels
To prepare each other's morning brew,
Pick out this year's flowers,
Tend sore muscles, and
Share long drives.
.
I love it when
I'm kissed just for coming home,
The news, and dinner mingle,
We've shared our day, and
There's a quiet,...
#love
#friendship
#support
#responsibility
#SelfWorth
9 reads
2 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 8:09pm
21st Jul 2021 8:09pm
Reach
Dreaming of a sparkling lake
Where only six turns to fourteen
Hours walking a realm
Always different
But feels the same
Your face
Only visible when I acknowledge it's you
And I am forced to
Feeling pulses
Encapsulating
Lulling me
To stay even longer
I shouldn't be dreaming this
Of you
It is like we are dead
Meeting on the other side
... I do not want to
No
I really couldn't
But every night
Split in two
I sleep with him
Then drift to you ...
Where only six turns to fourteen
Hours walking a realm
Always different
But feels the same
Your face
Only visible when I acknowledge it's you
And I am forced to
Feeling pulses
Encapsulating
Lulling me
To stay even longer
I shouldn't be dreaming this
Of you
It is like we are dead
Meeting on the other side
... I do not want to
No
I really couldn't
But every night
Split in two
I sleep with him
Then drift to you ...
#love
#friendship
#lover #IMissYou
#lover #IMissYou
25 reads
4 Comments
Cara_Mell
Cara
Cara
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 8:38am
21st Jul 2021 8:38am
Here For You
Who am I to understand
only to listen while holding
your hand
If you come to me broken
I'll mend you again.
Why am I here?
Just know that I am.
only to listen while holding
your hand
If you come to me broken
I'll mend you again.
Why am I here?
Just know that I am.
#friendship
28 reads
8 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
20th Jul 2021 9:17am
20th Jul 2021 9:17am
Honesty Might Sacrifice a Friendship
I will be praying to whomever listens.
Just know, I have felt like this since I've met him and he's been isolating you.
Now you move to another state for the church
Throwing your life away.
God isn't as forsaking as the Bible says.
I don't care if you never talk to me again, but this isn't the man for you.
I love you Gina and my door is always open, but this isn't the one
I dont care what you have been through, just know WE are here and you have family where there wasn't any...
I didn't respond because I...
Just know, I have felt like this since I've met him and he's been isolating you.
Now you move to another state for the church
Throwing your life away.
God isn't as forsaking as the Bible says.
I don't care if you never talk to me again, but this isn't the man for you.
I love you Gina and my door is always open, but this isn't the one
I dont care what you have been through, just know WE are here and you have family where there wasn't any...
I didn't respond because I...
#sadness
#love
#friendship
#religion
#sacrifice
20 reads
2 Comments
RagingFlames
Poem Published
20th Jul 2021 7:02am
20th Jul 2021 7:02am
Remember? I do… which is why I’m confused
We’ve spent so much time together… 15 years… how can I forget it. How can I forget you? We listened to music together for years. We’ve been there through every relationship. We’ve helped each other understand our s/o. Through sicknesses, headaches, hospital trips. We've been there. I remember your shin splints, I remember my broken nose. Your countless headaches, my surgery. The trip to Ticonderoga, the necklace I bought you. It had your birth stone. The candy store after that. Walking around Ticonderoga. The trip to Boston. The trip to New York. To Maine. Talking about colleges. The...
#BestFriend
#childhood
#friendship #nostalgia
#friendship #nostalgia
14 reads
6 Comments
Write-On
Em-ily
Em-ily
Poem Published
17th Jul 2021 10:53pm
17th Jul 2021 10:53pm
Once Once: the happiest "time" for me in Timeland
Once Once: the happiest "time" for me in Timeland, that is, as far as memory is concerned, it was the time after my divorce living in my mother-owned apartment, in the closeness of understanding, in humility, in love, affection and compassion. This is not just my mother's, but one, the friend was named Jwali, an example of which I imagine
I try to walk every day today.
Doing.
Surprisingly that time should be registered
in my mind because I never came, as I was insane and dying inside all the time. In the thought of suicide during his half. ...
I try to walk every day today.
Doing.
Surprisingly that time should be registered
in my mind because I never came, as I was insane and dying inside all the time. In the thought of suicide during his half. ...
#love
#friendship
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
11 reads
0 Comments
senid
Poem Published
17th Jul 2021 1:30pm
17th Jul 2021 1:30pm
Poet after poet
Poet after poet
written July 10th, 2021
Day by day, and poem by poem
my home and my life
fill with friends and lovers
who took the time to write to me
through the years and distances.
Jane Kenyon sits
on the corner of
my dining room table
a pool of calm
for me to dip into
anytime I need.
113 poets (I counted)
from Copper Canyon Press
are in residence between the covers
of The Gift of Tongues.
They enliven the desk where I write
always falling into respectable order
when I peak in...
written July 10th, 2021
Day by day, and poem by poem
my home and my life
fill with friends and lovers
who took the time to write to me
through the years and distances.
Jane Kenyon sits
on the corner of
my dining room table
a pool of calm
for me to dip into
anytime I need.
113 poets (I counted)
from Copper Canyon Press
are in residence between the covers
of The Gift of Tongues.
They enliven the desk where I write
always falling into respectable order
when I peak in...
#friendship
#WritingPoetry
#reading
17 reads
6 Comments
RagingFlames
Poem Published
16th Jul 2021 2:58am
16th Jul 2021 2:58am
…
Yo no sabo
Que puis-je faire
Para hacer esto mejor
Je veux le réparer
What do I do?
I’m torn between words
The voice in my head
Or the voice of my father
Para recuperar mi relacion
Avec mon meilluer ami
Que puis-je faire
Para hacer esto mejor
Je veux le réparer
What do I do?
I’m torn between words
The voice in my head
Or the voice of my father
Para recuperar mi relacion
Avec mon meilluer ami
#BestFriend
#friendship
#hurt
12 reads
0 Comments
RagingFlames
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 3:29pm
14th Jul 2021 3:29pm
You know who you are…
Do you remember
staying up talking
Staying after school
Joining choir
Joining theater
Practicing soccer
Going to Maine
Going to New York
Going to Massachusetts
Going to an escape room
Going to a trampoline park
Getting food together
Going to town library daily
Walking around town
Walking through the woods
Walking through grave yards
Comforting each other
Skipping class
Hanging out in the art room
Hanging out in the school library
All the relationships we’ve been through
The one act...
staying up talking
Staying after school
Joining choir
Joining theater
Practicing soccer
Going to Maine
Going to New York
Going to Massachusetts
Going to an escape room
Going to a trampoline park
Getting food together
Going to town library daily
Walking around town
Walking through the woods
Walking through grave yards
Comforting each other
Skipping class
Hanging out in the art room
Hanging out in the school library
All the relationships we’ve been through
The one act...
#love
#BestFriend
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
16 reads
0 Comments
Complicated_Lay
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 00:58am
14th Jul 2021 00:58am
ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʰᵒʷ ʷᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ
ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵒʳ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵉᵈ ʷʰᵒ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ
ᵃˡˡ...
ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵒʳ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵉᵈ ʷʰᵒ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ
ᵃˡˡ...
#love
#friendship
36 reads
2 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
11th Jul 2021 8:15pm
11th Jul 2021 8:15pm
Dices 87-Sixteen (The Exquisite Corpse Rap Game)
Preface the new
Exquisite Corpse game
with Scrabblin' dice required to aim.
It's best to have: three players or more.
The players take turns rollin' their dice-words.
Two per player... then second to last of the
previous syllable in the previous blast makin'
a total syllable-line eight per turn, earnin'
minimum games burnin' sixteen MEAN!
Players convene to clean up their words
where it all turns into an oral chop-scene,
you sing the game to the beat of a fiend.
I'll give you my soul. If you wan it, come
get it from me....
Exquisite Corpse game
with Scrabblin' dice required to aim.
It's best to have: three players or more.
The players take turns rollin' their dice-words.
Two per player... then second to last of the
previous syllable in the previous blast makin'
a total syllable-line eight per turn, earnin'
minimum games burnin' sixteen MEAN!
Players convene to clean up their words
where it all turns into an oral chop-scene,
you sing the game to the beat of a fiend.
I'll give you my soul. If you wan it, come
get it from me....
#friendship
#alcohol
#monsters
25 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
9th Jul 2021 6:23pm
9th Jul 2021 6:23pm
Sexual Session
A therapist baby is not what I need
I need a woman like you to give me what I need
Let me touch that body and do it with greed
Hell I don't even care, you can take the lead
Yes Boo, I know there's a choice
But I need you all in my ears to quite the voice
To chain me down when they ask to come here
Stick your tongue in my mouth, whispering in my ear
Please don't recite what the voices said
I know they want blood and a bitches head
But I'm safe Boo, please have no fear
But and then what is life if you have no fears ...
I need a woman like you to give me what I need
Let me touch that body and do it with greed
Hell I don't even care, you can take the lead
Yes Boo, I know there's a choice
But I need you all in my ears to quite the voice
To chain me down when they ask to come here
Stick your tongue in my mouth, whispering in my ear
Please don't recite what the voices said
I know they want blood and a bitches head
But I'm safe Boo, please have no fear
But and then what is life if you have no fears ...
#sex
#friendship
#MentalHealth #healing
#MentalHealth #healing
40 reads
2 Comments
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