Friendship Poems | Best Poems About True Friendship

You were picked straight from the stem— a fruit fresh atop the bowl of offerings, something that must be fleece laid over blade. Not taken, but accepted. Not bitten, but cradled. And still, I would let you be the spiked fruit between my teeth— If you asked. If not to taste your sweet, then to feel your sting against my tongue. Pain can be a kind of...

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I witnessed your eyes and I Wrote a poem. Immediately When I got back home. 5 or 6 years ago From now this was? Cause at the time I felt like this Kind of blue... God... it Would save me. It wasn't true but you Did Help me to save myself. And our lifelines entangled and missed One another. Over and over. Arrows Misguided. ...

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looking back to when I was a lad They said times were hard, They said things were bad. Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas Coming back home with scratched grimy knees. Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right Removing the tops from morning till night. You couldn't cut the tops off, that made them bleed Keeping your eye out for the...

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My friend is the ocean, waters that glide, Rustling my footsteps and tousling my hair; Many the times that we walked side by side, A spark and forever, joined as a pair. Always a cloud there lay over its play, Dappled the sunlight that fell on my face; Heaving, its waters had something to say; Twilight with meteors it took for the...

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Tell me your secrets, I’ll tell you mine. Don’t tell me lies, We’ll get along fine. The past is behind us, The present is now. That we can be friends Is amusing somehow. So tell her your secret And tell her your lie. What she doesn’t know Is the road to goodbye. ...

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Your smiles frozen over, and you stand tall above the water like an iceberg, so tall and elegant in your presentation. But surface-level trickery can’t fool or satiate my scuba diver curiosity. I see through your poorly constructed ruse. I prep my gear, dive deep into your ocean, and discover that underneath the surface-level beauty lies dormant a bummock of cuts and bruises. The true nature of things, the true nature...

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Never had I heard a flutter so clear! nor more distinct than the settle of midnight wings; Soft gray wings spreading, fanning coming to gentle fold, soon to follow, a nightingale's song, ...

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Two sisters born afar from my terrain one rising near Taj Mahal ‘s glorious dome , another hopping on lanes of maple trees; still, poetry traces their heartfelt rays enduring continental divide like silken wishes on angel cheeks plying on a relay of starlit skies... One a sweetened Jasmine utterly devoid of night's umbra, ohh the other, a peppered Cinder sizzling with the sun's...

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I give you space then I notice I'm back in your face Things are not the same and I'm the one left to chase I realize how silly I must look when I plead and beg There is no way to take back the words that I said I'm not getting no where so I'm done chasing I'm the...

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"And my thoughts are all sensations" And my sensations are all my thoughts. The sun controls the moon, and the moon controls me. She said she was a she/they/we, and we just laughed. Not her we, just us. And my thoughts are all sensations, we'll only ever be as smart as your sun. But the sun controls the moon, and the moon controls we. You've...

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Cooled off to take a sip; two. Greedily waking up; fading of the whole cup - butterflies, trees, flowers; drips touching the final vestiges of Antigua. Fear ascended into the canopy, slid along the line; work gloves, gripping. Incomplete instructions, lack of common sense, slowed me down, with my feet off the ground. Grounds remind me, in this creamy, courage cup to not give up, keep going...

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I reached a hand Into the snow The chilly ice Once vibrant glow It's Winter's wish A painful spree The absent warmth Of no degree Although I try To stay alive Your touch confirms No love could thrive Until the crystals Of your heart Can beat a path Back to the start I'll leave a message By transient hand No passer by Shall understand A heart-shaped sign To melt...

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Pretty Is a concept You'll never Understand If you think I see you Through endeavours Of the hand I love You make the effort Appreciate Your style I love you Past the surface Just deeper All the while You paint Just like a rainbow With hues and shades And stuff Yet beautiful Has found you Already You're enough...

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sunflower eyes, honeycomb gaze, symmetrical features, beautiful face. i want to get closer— to erase the space that exists between your surface level sex appeal and celestial grace. ...

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When you meet with old friends After months, even years, There is comfort in having No need to switch gears. For the groundwork’s been set And the basics are known, So there’s just catching up – How the grandkids have grown! But most likely you’ll talk About health or its lack And the surgeries done On the hips, knees or back. There’ll be notes to compare About...

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