Most Commented Friendship Poems (1,087)

He's the man that holds the moon in his hand
From Morvant, Trinidad and Tobago
The words he writes are laced with honey
Always gentle, kind and uplifting
Loves his mother and his family
Reads stories at bedtime to his nephew
No nasty words will pass his lips
Or allow his pen to be writing
War and famine he abhors
Words of peace he's spreading
Who is this man with gentle soul
Who comes in mine and your home
He goes by Poetnumber1
A champion amongst champions

It was his endless questions that first caught me
An instant friendly feeling
Like an old friend who just met again
Or a gaze from a stranger in a crowded party where you feel alone
Rescued you from loneliness
Boredom
Aloofness

Then his warm smile
Telling you more than words that keeps coming from his full lips
A lips he said can hypnotize you once it touches yours
A lips that you dream that someday will meet yours
And bring you to a world of joy

Then his eyes
Those weary eyes
Even though they look unsure
You can feel that once they were full of passion
Has someone has taken that out from them?
Has something happened?

I saw him so full of life
I saw him lonely
I saw him feeling best at what he’s doing
I saw him lost in what he is seeking
“What is it I am living for if those I love live so far away?”

Those who love you will keep you in their heart no matter what
I saw those eyes were full of love being near you
Looking up to their hero
Their dad
Big wide smiles
Smiles that don’t lie
They haven’t live long enough to let life teach them how to perform a fake one
Like the one their dad sometimes wear

Live my friend
Don’t let them see some part of you dying
Don’t let them think that live is only about surviving and fulfilling other’s expectation
Don’t let them think you are suffering for them
Let them learn that life belongs to them
And it is their will that will do
Not society
Nor family

Let them know they can be happy living
Not a zombie doing order from other

Jakarta, September 7th, 2012

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....Author unknown...

are people you can trust
that are there for you
when you are in need
real friends don't judge

just hold out their hands
smile and cheer you up
shake their finger at you
when you are out of line

most of all its a form of love
that helps to uplift you
makes you feel strong
ready to meet the new day

someone's shoulder to lean on
also to cry out your heart
most of all a person who shares
each little loss or joy with you

friendship is giving
but also its receiving

I like to talk
About why the moon is round
Not square
About why is blood red
Not black
And sometimes about what goes on in my head.
I like to talk
About the seas, stars and desert sand
But you know what?
I scarcely find anyone to understand
I like to talk
But surely English is easy to you and me
But, oh why communicating
Isn"t as easy as A,B,C
Talk and listen, In and out
Give and Take
That is what it's all about
We share ideas, we share thoughts
That is how we communicate.

to all of you I hold so dear, i will be leaving cs as I wright this. I hope all of you do not forget me as I will hold you in my heart.

A person who from the first time you meet you feel a connection like north and south of a magnet there is a an attraction
You can tell this person anything with no fear of deception
Never having to worry that your words will be used as a weapon
You start to feel free and peace of mind
Like a heavy weight has been lifted and left behind
As the relationship grows one begins to see
The clarity of life and what it means to be
A friend like you ,and me to thee.

RACHEL


I was sitting at the church while waiting for the mass to start….
Looked towards the right side, and your seat is next to mine
Kneeling, hands clenched together
Sensing how fervently you are praying
Soon as you’ve seated, I looked on your face
You looked familiar I thought to myself
And finally I recognize you….
Oh Rachel my best friend, it’s you!

You looked different from years before...
That pinkish cheek I used to admire,
Looks dry and freckled now
Your lovely, dreamy eyes look weary and wrinkled now
That curly hair I love to braid now looks dull and brittle
I can feel the callous on your hands as you touched me
Those candle-like fingers and long nails that I used to paint
Now looks rough and dry
Your fair skin that I love to touch now looks tan

Oh Rachel, my lovely best friend,
What has the world has done to you?
I can’t see that smile on your face as you had before
we loved to smile; we giggled to small things and even laughed very hard
why do u seem so sad now?
As I hugged you tightly, you began to cry
Shhhhh….I am here, ready to listen…
When we bade goodbye, I saw your smile once again
That lovely smile which tells me that no matter what you’ve become,
Still you are my Rachel, my best friend forever more…

He has a quiet but gentle way yet He stands strong and firm,
His chest is a rock, a haven to lean on,
His arms close around me so I know I am safe,
but if I wanted to leave I know I can.
His mind is deep and interesting, loving and sexy, kinky and gentle.
He believes in me and never hurts me knowingly but helps me grow.

He wants me for who I am and as I am...

He is not perfect and has many faults,
He is real and makes mistakes,
He is human and hurts, laughs and cries like anyone else.

Love and Life is learning and finding the One who you dream about
and the One who is real in one MAN.

Cast yourself away into the deep emptiness
Forever where the sun is blackened
Lunge your self into the walls you stand before
Reevaluate what it is that your living for
Do you swallow your tongue in your transgressions
From the discomfort of your own disappointments
The hollowness in your head echoing and dumb
The beating of a calloused heart begins to grow numb
Death prepares for a guest in a room with no view
As you dance with the devil underneath a pale moon
No anesthesia pulling teeth with rusty pliers make your fist clutch
Grateful for life but could we be happy with this much
Good and evil are not just separated by dead skin
Only to find your soul decaying in the womb of a dark fringe
Crouched over in a hall as you try to find your way out
Incandescent lights are the only hope that you have found
How is the journey as your own enemy? I hope all is well
Have your walls finally crumbled as the earth is cut with a shovel
Shivering and weakened sleeping in cold sweats
I wont throw you away you will always be my friend
There is a little black spot on the sun today
But I hope that it is warm enough that you will stay