Most Commented Friendship Poems (1,087)

Merry Christmas and a happy new year
Lets all get merry, and have a few beers!!!!!

Merry Christmas to all of you!!!!!

Tiger Dan

Tonight, the less fortunate, the ones with their shirt held out in their hands to the offering of whom may need it, if only for a while, taken for granted too often yet if the next time they can make or bring you their smile it's them an of a true giving heart's why they do!

Sitting alone in a room at 2 in the morning I try to search..
I search for reasons to convince myself I am fine, I search for reasons to stay,
but really I search for reasons to run!

I find myself again in that familiar place, the place in my mind that I visit so often. I know this space well, I know its loneliness, I know its emptiness, I know the yearnings that emerge from this corner, I know questions that arise. . . “What could have been?”, “The choices that were available?”, “Why didn’t I do something then? And why don’t I do something now?” “It may not be too late to change the mistake of living a lie?”

... these questions pound me again and again, I would have thought that after all this time they would give up, they would stop, or it would not trouble me so much. But they do not do that...the emptiness persists, even the tears are weary of falling an remain stagnant in abyss of my searching gaze... in the darkness I keep sitting alone...

As the clock continues to tick, I still sit alone, really alone. It’s dark. It’s soundless. It’s hollow. Its a loneliness that consumes everything in its blanket of evaporated emotions, it creeps its black claws around you and teases you to realize the “I don’t have anyone to call...” and call for what, who really is my true friend? That is a question that I’ve become less and less familiar with... a person who can entertain a crowd of over 800 and have endless associations on facebook, cannot find anyone to call a friend..

And which friend am I looking for, because there is really no one who will not judge me ... who will not use the first opportunity to give the “breaking news” of see this was the one who “had it all together”, clearly his life has been as miserable as ours ... so again alone, I wonder where have my real friends gone...

I remember a time, when I too pride in my circle of friends, boasted on them being there for me, fought for them with family, and inconvenienced myself to meet their demands... I thought they would be there forever....so where have they now?

I remember the entourage, I remember the false importance, the false commitments of “I’ll do anything for our friendship”, I remember those naïve days,
...so what happened?

Who changed?

Was it them? Was it me? Or was it the cliché called life?.

..why do I find myself at 33 years of age with no one to talk to and no desire to talk either?...
...All that remains is the familiarity of the dark room, the hunting of the hollow silence, the emptiness of the blank color around me... I am alone....really all alone!

Eyes Of The Beholder

Looking down at the evening sun
mesmerized at the earlier view
the look into your eyes
the brown color
floating so perfectly
a aligned symmetry of beautifull

To see you walk by
well knowing
you could be my best friend, my lover, my one.
or in this case, the one i let go.
its the choices we take, the decisions we make, that makes us.
So im happy, to call you my friend
my beautifull friend

what if i love you but you don't know what if i want you but we are on two different roads what if i kiss you would you kiss me back my friend what if i know you and you are my dream until the end what if i love you this unspoken word leaves me forgotten without you

If ever you need me just reach out and take a hold of my hand,
I will pull you up if you'll let me I shall always understand,
Chances are I have taken that path before-
If your grip starts slipping and you're afraid you might fall,
If the climb seems to steep to continue, your mountain to tall,
I'm here for you, you're not alone anymore
Don't be afraid to trust me for I never wish to let you down,
I will continue holding on until your feet again touch ground,
I am that kind of person, that kind of friend
The kind of someone to believe and trust till the end...

****SMILE****

Once you were by my
Side,
next to me, you did not hide.

For I showed you, the
Door,
The one that was locked
,in front of all.

I gave you the key,
The secret one,
So you could open,
the door and be
Done,

With the secrets behind
The hidden room,
And deal with the pain that was leading you
To doom.

All I ask,from you in
Return,
Is to please remember that I too need a friend,
Who also can....

Support me in my weird old ways,
And
Accept me for exactly who I
Am.

I am not perfect, this we both know,
But I in my imperfections, humbly bow.

To the fact , by learning
From you,
I can become a better person,
Just like you.

Thank you my friends.
I appreciate you.

There are times when I am searching for a place to call home.
There are times when I am strong and I don't need no one to lean on.
There are times when I am weak.
And for strength to go on I seek.
There are times that go by way to fast.
And some just seem to last.
There are dreams I need to live.
Things I need to do.
And I know these times don't include you.
I have not let you think that we were more than just friends.
And asking for more will surely put that to an end.
So think wisely before your words go on.
We have been friends for a long time gone.
I wish I could close my ears. Turn my head and not hear.
Your words could change all. Please careful what you say.
It will be with a high price that both will have to pay.
You know I have a plan I have to see it through.
You know that the plan has never included you.
So lets not change the good that we've got.
Lets just hang on to a friendship that means a lot.

as my fingers write away
I know not what I will write
they are just from my space
you may watch me drift away
you may see me here

there is no boundries with words
they creep up
words?
they lay their letters before you
it is placed
it sealed

for whom chooses to read
and for whom chooses to expell
funny place to be
and yet
solice steers its weary head

we write within and without
the gifts of sensing
there is no return
once "send" is pushed

Did I just push "Send"?