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Famous Short Friendship Poems. Short Friendship Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Friendship Poems. Short Friendship Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Friendship short poems

See also: Best Famous Short Poems | Short Member Poems | Best Short Member Poems | Top 100 Famous Short Poems

 
by Amy Lowell

Astigmatism

 To Ezra Pound;With 
much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinion


by Alexander Pushkin

Friendship

 What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,
Or bitter shame of patronage.


by Stevie Smith

The Pleasures Of Friendship

 The pleasures of friendship are exquisite,
How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit!
I go to my friend, we walk on the grass,
And the hours and moments like minutes pass.


by Bertolt Brecht

Parting

 We embrace.
Rich cloth under my fingers
While yours touch poor fabric.
A quick embrace
You were invited for dinner
While the minions of law are after me.
We talk about the weather and our
Lasting friendship. Anything else
Would be too bitter.


by Robert Burns

204. Song—Love in the Guise of Friendship

 YOUR friendship much can make me blest,
 O why that bliss destroy!
Why urge the only, one request
 You know I will deny!


Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
 Conceal it in that thought;
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
 The very friend I sought.


by David Lehman

Our Friendship (January 14)

 We have a name for it 
in the South: 
asshole buddies. 
It means we've known 
each other so long 
it doesn't matter 
that he's an asshole 
in my opinion 
or I'm an asshole 
in his opinion 
or whatever 
And I want you to know 
I'm not from the South 
and you're not my buddy 
and it doesn't matter


by Robert Burns

123. Lines to an Old Sweetheart

 ONCE fondly lov’d, and still remember’d dear,
 Sweet early object of my youthful vows,
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere,
 Friendship! ’tis all cold duty now allows.
And when you read the simple artless rhymes,
 One friendly sigh for him—he asks no more,
Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes,
 Or haply lies beneath th’ Atlantic roar.


by Dorothy Parker

After Spanish Proverb

 Oh, mercifullest one of all,
Oh, generous as dear,
None lived so lowly, none so small,
Thou couldst withhold thy tear:

How swift, in pure compassion,
How meek in charity,
To offer friendship to the one
Who begged but love of thee!

Oh, gentle word, and sweetest said!
Oh, tender hand, and first
To hold the warm, delicious bread
To lips burned black of thirst.


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

FOR EVER.

 THE happiness that man, whilst prison'd here,

Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,--
The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,--

Of Friendship that is free from doubting care,--
The light which in stray thoughts alone can cheer

The wise,--the bard alone in visions fair,--
In my best hours I found in her all this,
And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.

 1820.*


by Henry Van Dyke

A Home Song

 I read within a poet's book 
A word that starred the page:
"Stone walls do not a prison make, 
Nor iron bars a cage!" 

Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home. 

But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.


by Walt Whitman

To the East and to the West.

 TO the East and to the West; 
To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania, 
To the Kanadian of the North—to the Southerner I love; 
These, with perfect trust, to depict you as myself—the germs are in all men; 
I believe the main purport of These States is to found a superb friendship, exalté,
 previously unknown,
Because I perceive it waits, and has been always waiting, latent in all men.


by Robert Burns

100. Inscribed on a Work of Hannah More’s

 THOU flatt’ring mark of friendship kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
 The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho’ sweetly female ev’ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the heart
 Does both the sexes honour:
She show’d her taste refin’d and just,
 When she selected thee;
Yet deviating, own I must,
 For sae approving me:
 But kind still I’ll mind still
 The giver in the gift;
 I’ll bless her, an’ wiss her
 A Friend aboon the lift.


by Billy Jno Hope

Half Steps

 folly cracked the mirror
a soul gasping wound
voodoo induced vertigo
psychedelic blackouts
in the cracks
between art and blasphemy
paralyzing paranoia of becoming
the vision that heals
cast shadows to douse the flames
starved enlightenment
i betrayed my muse
i wallowed in nostalgic fumes
blood clots from yesteryears insurrection mad dissident desire found wanting a rage dissipating in the twilight of friendship a facade evolved.


by Emily Bronte

Love and Friendship

 Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.