Friendship Poems (1,087)

Last night I dreamt of you
It lasted for only a few
It's ok because I was with you
I laid in your sweet strong arms
Listening to your sweet charms
Feeling safe and sound
My heart was beating fast
I had you at last
To see your face and hear your voice
Made my heart sing
Even if it was only in a dream
All your soft loving tender kisses
Sent shivers down my spine
I woke up feeling fine
You can come to me in my dreams anytime

When Delia died she disappeared
From mouth and mind
Passing away into the past,
The collective family memory
Described Delia as 'distant'.
Meanwhile,
Mr Delia remained alone a year or so
Then joined Delia in death.

As my in-laws became my out-laws
I climbed to the attic
To perform a purge of unwanted memories
Surprisingly, I discovered Delia.
In an old travel chest
Covered in dead dust motes,
I found her in travel diaries and little notes
In old photos
I found her wearing furs,
Posing in exotic places
Surrounded by smiling friends.

So I pulled Delia from the past
Sitting for some hours in the attic
Soaking up her stories,
She was neither 'odd' nor 'distant'
She was wonderful.
In another time and place
We were surely friends.
Silently, I mourned her for some moments
Then lifted a small cheap charm bracelet
From the old chest
That once atypically adorned Delia's wrist,
To bring her around the world
For one more whirl.

The season is upon us now
With upcoming Fall.
White Tail will run
And ducks and geese fall.
Men will hide on limbs
suspended in the air,
Watching turkeys pass
With cold ,blank stares.
Then the ice will freeze.
And out will come the sticks,
The ones with orange flags.
While wives pack their lunches,
In quart size plastic bags
to cook on blazing fires
Lit along the shore
That cooks the fish and meat
While warming hands and feet
All huddle close, as. temperatures drop
And all become as one with only one thought,
"We are Berkshire men
We will never change
Never in a thought, word or age,

The Quest
I wrote this to tell you about my quest
To look for a friend, I can call my best
You know that person that makes you glow
Like the child you were not so long ago
The one you know will be your best friend
On her you know you can always depend.
With her you can share some great stories
Or even create your own wonderful memories
You know the work will be divided in half
Never an argument and always sharing a laugh
The one when you are having a really bad day
To make you happy she will allways find a way
With her you always have a great conversation
Telling her how great she is without hesitation
With her you know you will share some tears
Some of joy and some from your worst fears.
I can't find her I have to ask myself why
To keep looking for her I will certainly try
But maybe just maybe this is not a dream
I think that I will find her or so it seems

your future lies before you,
like a drift of fallen snow,
be carefull how you tread it
as every mark will show..

When ever I shrug off this mortal coil,
My broken finger nails to lose their hold,
On pallid brow you'll kiss the embalming oil,
And your warm tears shall ease my parched lips cold.

I wish you to know before I'm lowered to clay,
Our love bond will always remain unbroken,
In life not once did we our souls betray,
Fond words now to remain forever unspoken.

Should ever you feel a breeze upon your face,
I pray you now that 'tis my lonesome breath,
Such haunting wind your figure to embrace,
I beg you think of me ! ...but not my death.

I once thought of you as I kissed a rose,
Oh! How the taste brought you so vividly near,
I cry you do the same, from still repose,
A single dew drop fall....perhaps my tear.

I always shadowed you like valiant Knight.
I'd rip steel doors down with my bare hands,
Should anyone ruffle your hair, or cause you plight,
I'd fight strong to protect each precious strand.

Hold dear in your dreams, memories so pure,
So as to ne'er feel lonely, my beautiful friend,
I would for you this day, death hap'ly endure,
Our love sacrosanct, until worlds end !

YOUR SONG

The year of dark-colored saddness
Days coal-pit black and grey gloomy grey
though rarely shiny, happy - blanched white
Now illuminated in my eyes and mind
As though the heavens opened up
And the Angel choir sang "Joy Is Yours "
Self-examination, doubt and dark fear
replaced now with glowing laughter
And heaven- rays sunny yellow- bright
You have replenished my thirsty soul with your words.

FRIENDSHIP KNOWS NO BARRIERS.
THOUGH CHOICE, MAY DIFFERENTIATE;
BUT TRUE FRIENDSHIP,
DOES NOT LIE ON THE SCALE OF DISTANCE
NOR, TASTE THE WATERS OF COLOUR HUES.

Well times are hard and friends are few,
Says my friend with a pint in his hand.
His change on the bar," Are you having a jar?"
I ask as we're chatting and stand.

Well times are hard and friends are few
As this pint waits its turn in the queue.
His happy face in further delight
But still no wallet he drew!

Well times are hard and friends are few
Delaying his order for drinks.
Reluctant to pay he reaches out
It's his round so he thinks?

Ording new the man comes close
To buying his first of the beer
And those behind think its done
So now he moves to the rear.

Incessantly he tells the tales
That grow each time in telling
He always amuses someone new
As more ale from the pump comes welling

Well times are hard and friends are few
But his assets continue to grow
He dresses down to fit the ploy
Concerned that somenone might know

Empty stools mark the place
As time sees the crowd going home
With only three to buy for now
He orders and asks for no loan.

A bulging wallet behind his hand
Entombed for may a day
He takes a fiver from the wad,
But faltering.... will he pay?

For unless the money is in the till
Still nothing is sure and complete
'Cause dodging the bill, as he will
To this chap is really quite neat

I ask myself why I call
This man a friend of mine
I see good and character
That often is so fine.

But........

His sickening habit had tested us all
As from the Inn we withdrew
This Charity Night may be the last
From the fine and friendly few.......

Peter Dronfield