Friendship Poems (1,087)

Friendship is a priceless gift
That cannot be bought or sold,
But its value is far greater
Than a mountain made of gold
For gold is cold and lifeless,
It can neither see nor hear,
And in the time of trouble
It is powerless to cheer
It has no ears to listen,
No heart to understand,
It cannot bring you comfort
Or reach out a helping hand
So when you ask God for a Gift,
Be thankful if He sends
Nor diamonds, pearls or riches,
But the love of real and true friends.

Rhoda a name depicting a rose,
could they be the solace for me,
from small seeds a flower grows,
whispering words of what might be,

Sometimes fate plays its hand,
troublesome mind that needs a rest,
and from the ashes a man might stand,
could this be another test,

She said my words had depth and feeling,
my heart still scarred from the pain,
she read them and held the meaning,
mind in motion like wheels on a train,

Look to the future, and try to address,
so much heartache, lots of strain,
my heart is free, am not here to impress,
push back the hurt and look to the gain,

Music she says can help your goal,
beating heart, striving in my chest,
it will help unravel your soul,
a symphony explodes and comes to rest,

I cry out, "who are you",
just a shoulder, for you to rely on,
feeling the lightness, rising in my heart too,
you have a right to grow, just as my son,

More words to temper my soul,
be still she said, and let your heart rest,
could this be the one to make me whole,
once you are settled you will feel your best,

She offered to befriend me in the book,
My mind haltered, am I on the rebound,
I viewed her profile and glad of the look,
we now share views and all is sound,

This friend of mine is now so dear,
we take each day as it comes, she said,
words of comfort and all is clear,
so now we talk and carefully tread,

Could this my saviour be,
She smiles and chat,
let us hope that it is, we will wait and see,
For now we will leave it at that.

There was Ted
And Tim and Kevin
Lee would play with me
He also got me started in lawnmowing by giving me his job
That job got me an additional 10
One that lasted 17 years
Another that lasted seven years
Then there was Matt
He lived in the country
He even moved into my apartment
He made me music cds that I listen to almost daily
Todd was a lot of fun
We made forts
We drank pop and ate out at different resturants
He introduced me to WI Dells
He drove me all over and we talked about lots of things
Getting rich, his mean mom, his mean girlfriends, and religion
Then there was Russell
We would go to Taco John's and bum around the mall every week
We would play basketball and board games
Kevin would play his piano for me
He could play "Freeze Frame" by the J Geils Band
We played his video games
We threw knives and hatchets at a wooden target
Thank you for spending time with me
Thank you for playing with me
But most of all thank you for taking the time to care

Rainbow brings sunshine into my life.
After the rain,
In the beautiful moment,
Just as the air clears,
Before the first rays appear,
That’s when I sense a blessing is on the way
My rainbow is here
Her many colours painting my day

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.

"Hey Mizzy, it's the wise old fairy here,
from your poem "That little piece of Magic",
I'm here concerning your Love story,
As I don't want the end to be tragic.

I suspose to be fair, you have found Love,
All be it just over the net,
And not with anyone ordinary,
But the ravishing lady Odette.

Now Mizzy it seems you've done everything right,
In the courtship she's both laughed and cried,
And ye both have written fine Love poems,
With jaw dropping passion inside.

But Mizzy I think you're moving too slow,
You seem to be dragging your heels,
Be careful that you don't lose her intent,
In between all the jigs and the reels.

The passion between ye is a thing to behold,
A bond that has slowly grown,
A meeting of minds in poetic dance,
To a Love now carved in stone.

"Get thee to England" at your first chance,
Is my final advice in the tale,
But "go easy" for when these huge energies collide,
It may register on the Richter Scale ! "

My Love she cried a swollen tear today,
And I her stallworth honour did defend,
A friend that she knew well has gone away,
The wounds of this cruel hurt I tried to mend.
I stood beside her in that sad distress,
For those sad thoughts she found it hard to snub,
I know she would protect like lioness,
If it were me, and I her offspring cub.
I feel our friendship moved and grew from this,
This ladies patient grace did me beguile,
And on her lips I'd place a fervent kiss,
Those same sad lips that now do hold a smile.
Within my thumping heart today she hides,
Pure sunshine now where e're she is, resides.

I know some ladies adore men with big hands,
It's a worry that I have beared,
For mine are the Artistic, Creative type,
To which, this defense I've prepared.

Men with big hands can be awkward and rough,
And would tour a woman's body at will,
Where my soft hands would show you respect,
And only with permisson, would thrill.

Strong hands on the wrong man, a dangerous thing,
As they can easily fold to fists,
And physically bruise a pretty face,
To a Love story with a bloody twist.

The fear I have is that you won't like,
My hands when the time is nigh,
For your dainty hands might turn away,
And wave my hands Goodbye !

If I saw my reflection in the beginnings of a tear,
That welled in the corner of your eye,
My kind hands would wipe it away,
as they couldn't bear to see you cry.

If my hands were in a room full of hands,
You would know them immediately it's true,
The left one waving to catch your blue eyes,
The right one extended to you.

So take it my Dear, and together we'll stroll,
In Wordsworths hills and dales,
Along by the lakes and the meadows,
On the endless winding trails.

To walk in the footsteps of our Hero,
Now that really sounds quite grand,
But to wander there would only be complete,
If we could do so......Hand in Hand. !

I stand atop a great mountain,
Standing with my head held high
As I embrace myself
With a smile on my face

For a while I felt alone
Nobody who understood,
But now I know
That there are more of us

Those who understand,
About the dark times
When we feel we've lost everything,
And no one knows but us

But then I met a man
Who taught me about life
Who taught me how to express myself
And he is now my greatest friend

Then I met more
Who write with a passion
And a heart,
With their words

On this mountain we stand together,
United as one
But hold hands together,
Boldly staring those who don't believe us

We stand to fight
And we will not lose,
For we know there is a way to inform others
And that is with our poetry

When I Am With Her

When I am without her, the sun doesn’t shine as brightly.
When I am without her, the clouds are dark and foreboding.
When I am without her, the birds don’t sing as sweetly.
When I am without her, the walls close in on me.
When I am without her, in the depths of my hell, whispering her name sustains me.
But, when I am with her, she lifts me up.
When I am with her, I have the strength to move mountains.
When I am with her, I can withstand anything.
When I am with her, her smile warms my very soul.
When I am with her, the angels sing her name.
When I am with her, I fall in love all over again.