Most Commented Friendship Poems (1,087)

I threw a stone into the pond
And watched it's ripples flow
What happened to the youth and grace
This reflexion doesn't show?

Ah! my dear, t'was spent on life
And well spent, you must know
For you had children, four in all
And were there to help them grow

Next to my image in the pond
As the ripples scatter wide
Is his dear face where it's ever been
There, right by my side

In our brotherhood of men
We are the same, we're just the same.
Tree lives and grows, and falls and dies,
So does a man. In pain and strife
He's born, then grows and dies the same,
We're all the same, we're just the same.

In our brotherhood of men
We try to move to better end,
Well knowing, life is but a thread
Which stretched tight will give and break,
Being the same we're more than safe.

In our brotherhood of men
We'd never know what's best for men,
Much weaker we would be and break,
But for the knowledge we're the same,
Cause we're same, we're all the same.

In our brotherhood of men
Our human nature strives for best.
This is what matters in the end,
Forgetful of or knowing well
We are the same, we're just the same.

Of strangest days
do they befell one?

or do they just creep upon us?

what turn did the desire seek
what chance
what fear
did the decision make

turning within

Growing up?
to not know where

slipping silently
a cross to bear?

Letting go
setting free

It happens to you all
and me

of cradled yield
golden the crop

for once was taken

floundering chances

Twas right!

the open dances

for the beauty of the dance is

LIFE

the rhythm

the music
is the

PATHWAY

I say!!

Play it again Sam!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

SS
xx

Wandering thoughts open portals for displaced memories.
Words cruised that boulevard carved in September’s wind,
and squeezed tears from dazzling eyes.

sensitivity will never know another heart’s displeasure,
unless tongue pluck them from mind’s controlling grip.
Laughter, unconsciously, taunts a troubled heart,
and grimace disguised in smile’s fine garb.

September’s wind blow cool on the Ohio Valley,
and trees shed leaves like sad eyes secreting tears, alone in a Garfield Suite.
The morn signifies my final day of torture,
then in time’s care this deep wound will heal.
Sometimes it’s hard meeting old friends.

ONLY ONE

Three ladies I admire the most,
For whom I would like to host
A party for the women three
To get acquainted, you see.

Three acres is all we need,
Airfare included for all three.
Into the night we shall speak
As aquaintance we will seek.

Morning light doth come too soon,
As light fades from the moon.
Breakfast smells soon awake,
As we discover what's at stake.

Homeward bound we soon go,
With thoughts aplenty not for show.
Lots to think about, one to choose
Only one will suit the muse.

Alphabetically, start names of three.
C and J and L makes just three.
Anyone would be just fine,
One of these to wine and dine.

god of the letter box,
god of the gate,
god of the path,
god of the garden,
god of the barking dog..
always kind and modest,
enduring coldness and heat,
you,outside world's deities,
knowing the secret of seasons,
you,joyfully welcoming
the well disposed visitor..
be praised for protecting my home.
god of the bell,
god of the open door,
god of the closed door,
god of the little waiting,
god of the invitation to enter..
intermediary deities,
masters of the in out instant,
be praised for protecting my home..
god of the corridor,
god of the furnitures,
god of the rooms,
god of the cat behind the curtains,
happy inner deities of the family,
and celebrations..
be praised for protecting my home..

The term 'Friend' recklessly used no doubt
call one 'friend' you know NOTHING about
True Blue Friends extremely rare if not extinct
agree or don't just wanna make you think

Not shocked that most possess gullible mentality
believing you have many friends isn't reality
Acquaintances or buddies much more reasonable
perpetual jealousy makes true friends less feasible

A morally defunct world negates trusting completely
BEST FRIENDS deceive you more discreetly
many so-called 'friends' are cunningly malicious
don't be blind there's reason to be suspicious

Two-Faced 'friends' are part of your everyday
that's a sad fact I can definitively convey
Vast experience validates my every word
truly clueless if you dismiss this as absurd

Witnessing "friends" stab "friends" sickens me
'friend' requires absolute 'trust' that can't be
When told "My Best Friend" did me wrong
I grin knowing it would happen all along

May ye always find blue skies above your head,
Shamrocks beneath your feet;
Laughter and joy aplenty,
Kindness from all ye meet...

Good friends and kin to miss you~
If ye ever choose to roam;
And a path that's been cleared
By the angels themselves
To carry ye safely home.

Hello dear
I miss your smile,
your laugh-
it's been awhile.

Time has passed,
we've been apart.
But you're still
nestled in my heart.

Your face comes
easiy to mind;
your heart is simple,
true, and kind.

Thanks for being
you my friend,
I'll like you to
forever's end!

Try something new instead of the same old same old
find a idea and of it just grab a hold
and break out of your mold

Instead of always being sensible
try being a little maniacal

Live a little bit
and get out of your pit!

Try something different and rare
and you just might find your self dancing around like Fred Astair!