Most Liked Friendship Poems (1,087)

I was drowning in the golden glow of the dying day,
One evening in the early days of May.
I was alone taking in this wonderous sight.
Pity, for there was enough to share this beautiful disk's dimming light.
A ray.
One ray can kill the blackest night and lifts the soul.
Such a delight.

hy do we close our eyes when we sleep?
When we cry?
When we imagine?
When we kiss?,
This is because the most beautiful thing in the world NOT SEEM ...

We're all a little weird ... and life itself is also a bit odd ....
And when we find someone who is in line with our uniqueness ..
we joined him and fall into a similar oddity
called LOVE ....
There are things that do not want us to release.
People who do not want us to leave. .
But remember ... NOT the final release of the world. .
but the beginning of a new life. . .
If love does not work ... Free yourself
Let your heart spread its wings and flew back into the wild ...
AGAIN ..
Remember ... that you may find love and lose it. .
but .. when love is dead. . .
You do NOT need to die with him.
NOT the strongest man who always wins. .
BUT they are still RIGID when they fall
Somehow ... the way of life,
you learn about yourself. . .
and realized. . that there should be no regrets. . .
Just a timeless appreciation for life choices have you
created.
TRUE FRIEND. . . understand when you say "I forgot.."
Wait forever when you say "Wait a minute"
Stay when you say "Leave me alone"
Opening the door even though you have NOT knocked & said "May I SIGN?"
LOVE. . . Is NOT how you forget. . .

but how you forgive. .

Is NOT how you listen. . .

but how do you UNDERSTAND. . .

Is NOT what you see. . .

but what you feel. .

Is NOT how you let go. . .
but how do you LAST. . .
More dangerous shed tears in the liver. .
Compared to burst into tears. . .
Tears were coming out can be removed.
while the tears are hidden,
carve wounds that will never MISSING. . .
In matters of love, we are VERY RARE win. .
But when LOVE is Sincere, though defeated,
FIXED WIN you just because you're happy. . . to love somebody. .
MORE than you love yourself. . .
There comes a time where you have to stop loving someone
NOT because the person stopped loving us
BUT because we are aware ..
that person will be happier if we let go.
If you really love someone, do not remove him. .
do not believe that releasing ALWAYS means you really love
BUT. Fight for your love ("Fight For Your Dream")
That is: True love. . .
instead, such as: "Easy Come... Easy Go"
Better to wait for the person you want
THAN walk along the "available"
Better to wait for someone you love
THAN person who is in the "around"
Better to wait for the right person
because life is too short to be disposed of only
"Someone"
Sometimes, someone you love
MOST is the person who hurt you
and sometimes, friends who brought you into his arms
and cry with the love that you do not realize.

Tis rare to see such natural beauty,
that captures one's full attention,
much less a sight so marvelous,
it's glory maintains full retention.

When such experience as this I've said,
finds it's place within fertile mental soil,
a seed of vision grows within one's head,
saving that memory from forgot'n spoil.

Some find this rare and treasured jewel,
of visions etched upon memories wall,
in 'artsy clothing' of silk, yarn and wool,
while another might dwell on a waterfall.

There's pets & things, people & places too,
that find their way into memories domain,
and if only 'fond' memories we could 'view'
those we love most tis where we'd remain.

All this was said to bring to a conclusion,
that a wonderful memory for 'ME' twas made,
when upon fertile soil of 'my' mental illusion,
An image of a Lily named 'Liliane' was laid.

A new smile, a different face...
A new view to an open window
of another soul.
Another life, more breaths to take
Another world, a different mind

A new beggining, a different day
Another path we learn to take.
We stop a little but not for long
Along the way we find new friends

So we continue with no regrets
Whatever happens we choose each day
To learn or just plain hate

We walk our journey until our days end
Not in death, but life.
A new beggining we hope to see
Each night we put our faith
For God makes no mistakes
To know who tomorrow's new smile
We will get to greet.

I know if I sit quietly in your presence
To me you will impart your essence.
I feel your pain and anguish as you linger in
The solemn and drawn shadows of your inner being.
As I sense your deepness, you mood unfurls
As you inspire my thoughts processing them into words.
I cannot fathom in one day all the pain
The anger, the anguish, the torment, the rage.
I try to understand by listening to your words
By sensing your inner most being - letting it unfurl
As I sit quietly in your captivating presence
Waiting for you to impart to me your essence.

mortal, you're all over the place
those grassy twines all coiled
weaving your lines into deep space
our one-time oiled water, now boiled

what happened to the state of grace
that perchance we had lovingly sewn
hands now recoil instead of embrace
with rushes and grasses overgrown

the riverbank was rushed with Moses
pulled from near certain early ends
to grow and thrive under the noses
many who better served, made amends

as history and fiction swirl ahead
all together weaving lives interlaced
let's hope our intentions not misread
into a hell-of-a-handbasket disgrace

we'll carry on whether with potted earth,
or artisan box, glass jar, woven basket
to make this our home, what it's worth
embracing one another enthusiastic

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-13

Dear poets, oh my friends, you are blessed with much grace!
It’s your poems and comments that are making all my days.

When I’m up at crack of light I just linger for a while,
Check this corner, bide my time, see if there is poem fine.

So all night it seemed alive and my friends did make their best,
Posted poems and comments, talked and chatted while I slept.

And at last when I woke up I found treasures of true art,
Poems, verses, comments wise captured mind, some broke my heart.

Keep on writing, dear friends, fellow poets full of grace,
It’s your poems and comments that are making all my days.

Ups and downs of loving
we all do surely know
but friendships shared
have, too, a gentle
ebb and flow

When you are down,
above with spirits high
someone may well be seen
but also beneath can be found
a friend with their deep sigh

Spirits rise, spirits fall
as day to day we go
Just look around
we are always here
of this our lives do show

Shoulder-to-shoulder
footsteps help track time
sharing laughs and tears
some walk with us, both
under clouds and in sunshine.

In any direction is
a friend to reach, no doubt
Remember, then, when spirits flag
to give, grab life and hope
Just stretch your hand out.

"Thanks" is only a little word
but means much more than you can imagine !!

"Good day Madam" the elder spoke up
to the five-year-old with a tea cup

"Good day Mister" the girl replied
"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Why thank you very much, I would"
he said, as he bowed to tip his hat.

She handed him a saucer, then a cup,
carefully poured, so not to spill a drop.

With watchful care he lifted his tea
to sip a sup and gaze thoughtfully.

"Good lady I must with all honesty say
that this is the finest I've sipped today."

The young lady smiled, so to underscore,
and replied "Thank you Sir, care for more?"

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-01