Friendship Poems (1,087)

It's just not meant to be
This I can finally see
Your heart will never belong to me
I'm going to just set myself free
I never thought i would flee
I think she really likes thee
We never got a fair chance
I will dance this dance alone
I'm left on my own to roam
Looking for a place I can call my own
It's getting hard to breath
Under this mountain of debris

Your poems ever so dreamy
Sometimes even a bit steamy
When I'm down
I read one of your poems
I don't feel so alone
What a wonderful poet you are
You're like a shinning star
Making everything brighter
It's an honor to call you my friend
I think you're Godsend
I thank him everyday
If only I could put all your poems in a jar
Watch all that fairy dust swirl around
Never let your ink run dry
For that would make me cry.
Maybe you're an angel who fell from the sky
I just want to say thank you for being a great guy
And sharing all of your beautiful poems

Standing by,
All the way.
Here to help you through your day.

Holding you up,
When you are weak,
Helping you find what it is you seek.

Catching your tears,
When you cry.
Pulling you through when the tide is high.

Just being there,
Through thick and thin,
All just to say, you are my friend.

Thank you everyone!

I never know what's going on
Everyone else know what's going on
Is it going on behind my back
Is it going on right in front of my face
Will it happen again tomorrow too
What's going on
Is it a game
Will there be more join in on the secret torture
Am I a suspect a criminal or a dog
What's going on
See you later sweet potater
Are you gone brother
The good,bad and the ugly
What's going on

Harmony has so many faces
Music , life , people and places
A simple word with so much depth
Its structured from simple respect
Respect of things to understand
Broaden your knowledge broaden your plan
To get in sync with things you know
An effort in life to make you grow
So when we talk about world harmony
We embrace the cultures of others you see
To reach out an offer an extended hand
A warm smile with no demand
Acceptance of others who maybe in need
Strangers in a country they seek to be free
Understanding how they must feel
Overcoming barriers to let them feel real
And what we may learn from the harmony we create
Is a world full of love to suppress the hate.........

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Connecting singles, the home of the Poets

Do you sometimes feel as I ~

That you belong to a family of Quality
and Warmth ~

No matter if your day is going good or bad
someone on there, always seems to care

They tell it to you as it is

Complementing a first timer
giving them confidence & good advise

Sharing stories of lost love

~ Warm shoulders to lean on ~

Telling all ~ that things will get better
maybe even nice!

Laughing when the humor is good

Crying with you when they should

Telling you that there is a better way

They write their diverse poems and make your day!

Their Romantic Poetry is awful nice

Thank you my fellow Poets!

JimEee

Shusssss...
Secrets we all
have them. You
share. It will
stay. No one else
can know. At least
for today. Secrets
people love to tell.
Might have them for
sale. Secrets shared
about me to you. I'll
deny and maybe sue.
If my secrets are told.
You have stolen my very
soul.

Never have I sceen pen kiss paper so sweet
As I have In Poets Corner, true feelings leap out
As poet"s words bring tears to reader"s dy eye
word after word you hear reader:s heart sigh
Because Poet hs willingly shared a pice of his pie
With all who glance at his word
When poem is finished
poet"s heart"s on display
yAnd with each of his words
The world becomes a better place

Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white,And soon down ladders of reflected light The sleepers climb in silence. Gradually
They separate on paths of long ago,Each winding on his arm the unpleasant clew That leads, live as a nerve, to memory.But often when too steep her dream descends, Perhaps to the grotto where her father bends To pick her up, the husband wakes as though
He had forgotten something in the house.
Motionless he eyes the room that glows
With the little animals of light that prowl
This way and that. Soft are the beasts of light
But softer still her hand that drifts so white
Upon the whiteness. How like a water-plant
It floats upon the black canal of sleep,
Suspended upward from the distant deep
In pure achievement of its lovely want!
Quietly then he plucks it and it folds
And is again a hand, small as a child's.
He would revive it but it barely stirs
And so he carries it off a little way
And breaks it open gently. Now he can see
The sweetness of the fruit, his hand eats hers.