Best Friendship Romance Poems
I'm Sweet
You're Sour
I'm In Cans
You're In Bags
We're Perfect
The Perfect Match
You're Presence Blinds Me
Yellow Coating
You Burn My Eyes
But That's Okay
You Make Good Lemonade
Your Sour Taste
My Sweet Flavor
The Perfect Combination
It's Out Of This World
You're The Best Squeeze Yet
Oh Pineapple
Words From The Heart
You M ake The Best Pina Colada
Sweet and Devine
Squeeze All You Want
Honey You're Mine
You Make Me Drool
Just The Presence Of You
I'm The Bag You Unwrap
I'm The Sour Of YOur Sweet
Beautiful Leaves
You're My Squeeze
Honey Bee
PIneapples and Lemons
Perfect Combination
An Offline Hello
Whatever happened to hello?
Meeting and shaking hands
That moment of sharing yourself
That was a big part of life
There were no strangers
Just friends you haven’t met
Conversation used as an ice breaker
Learning more about the person as you spoke
That was an eternity ago
Before the invent of smart phones
Constant contact with the internet
Naked pictures and Facebook pages
Embarrassing videos from when you were a teen
Slander and gossip posted in a moment of anger
A million pages of someone with the same name
Not all of it true
But it must be since it is on the web
One time go back to the old days
Meet face to face not screen to screen
Forget that you have the ability to text
Sit down and just talk
Get to know each other
Take time to learn their history and mysteries
For once don’t look them up on-line
The real person is so much better
They just want a simple hello
friendship day
grandfather caresses
the wild flowers
They met at a friends cottage,
Their parents were friends,
The church our favorite umbrella,
Hours of friendship and companionship guested,
She with him and he with her,
The future was there if they ever fell in love,
Dreams of a tender caress,
A moment and infinity could be a reality,
Building a home and a future,
How complex humanity,
The beautiful sounds of nature,
Like a Walt Disney movie, songbirds and rippling brooks,
The sound of the wind could be heard.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
The morning hath sunshine
The night, a dollop of silver moonlight
The mirror, when one stands before it
Hath a reflection
That feels it's emotion
And so do I have
A perfect connection.
They say that life is
Akin to a play,
Where actors enter and exit at will.
I dare to disagree.
My life is but a melody
And melodies are made of many voices,
Instruments of countless choices.
Each one can choose to
Complement or counteract
My silent song.
But if another voice shall choose
To sing the very song I sing,
Imperfectly complete with every high and low note,
Then that is what I call
The perfect friendship.
We walk across meadow and moor
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode
Treading paths where the poets of yore
In search of inspiration once strode.
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow
Old stone wall needs repair
The Bronte's oft walked this furrow
That now with my best friend I share
Side by side in the sunshine we stroll
Even in silence we still keep up our stride
Stopping by the riverside for a drink and a roll
No prejudice in what we say, we still maintain our pride
Enjoying each other’s company for hour upon hour
Coyly smiling you gently take my arm
Stooping down you pick me a delicate flower
Secure in your company; I can’t come to any harm
Arm in arm we retrace the steps of Agnes Grey
We are enveloped in the spirit of Jane Eyre
Heathcliff and Catherine come out to play
We sense both their joy and despair.
In the plush settings of the hotel we dine
Becoming the tenants of Wildfell Hall
Great company, good food and a glass of wine
We are guests at the Bronte Ball.
We become Jane and Mr Rochester that night
Dancing together in demure and graceful style
You look so handsome in the flickering candlelight
Your arm round my waist, it lingers a while
Climbing the stairs to our adjoining rooms
You look at me longingly; there is no haste
Do we become lovers, or is it too soon
Like a Bronte heroine I remain chaste
Eileen Ghali has been kind enough to create a BLOG about our collaboration poem, please drop by and read it.You can access it via the HOME page
Collaboration Poem By Darren Watson & Jan Allison
9th April 2014
From the one that the words arose
Comes a face that strikes a pose
Sadness in those eyes
Behind the glasses it tries to hide
But I know better
For sadness I do weather
But now as two becomes one
We will not be so blue under the sun
For of this I might ask
Which might be quite a task
Is a smile
On that cute profile
Are we there on the meadow?
I thought we were here on the Arctic.
"We" isn't something that i would use, really.
It is now me, just me, without you two
The two I used to think were a part of me
We never really were,
Perhaps, I didn't know
You should have showed me way before,
Though I left everything, for you two
I gave up all the things I had,
Those were messed up too.
In the end, i realize
I didn't choose you,
You didn't choose me,
It was nothing,
Empty,
Beginning,
End.
Embarrassed of her age and getting no praise,
she cut her gray hair with a furious face;
oh, it seemed the color of glittering gold
strewn with silver curls! What made her think
she was unattractive and way too old...
and if that were true, how would she get another wink?
Blinded by shame, she cut off the gray strands and hid them
in a violin case...was she a famous violinist of a Symphony Orchestra?
Was it madness, lack of confidence or even allodoxaphobia?
One can be certain of this: age cannot be stopped as air or hail!
Why go into fits and curse fate for not grating one's wish?
Don't we know that our stay is a temporary one until our death?
I barely remember her, and could never say hello when she hurried
past me with deep worry and sadness on her unfriendly face stricken with horror.
" What a lovely lady! Why didn't she smile? " That made her look old!
Had she put on a sweet smile even for a second, she'd have been my lucky ace poker!
I even thought of asking her for a date...go out with a complete stranger?
Not quite so, a few times I bumped into her at the coffee shop last winter.
Here comes the funny part...it wasn't coincidence,
yesterday rushing out of the door a gust took off her blonde wig,
her shaved head was similar to a watermelon: smooth and shiny like pie,
and her pretension even more absurd than foolishness;
she tried to chase after it with speedy steps, but she failed and began to cry...
by luck, I caught that wig floating as a newspaper's page or twig.
Before passersby saw her bold head, she covered it with her wool scarf,
and turning to me said, " Thanks a lot, sir . " I was shocked and wanted to laugh,
she flashed the most adorable smile and she really looked young and sounded bright;
and as she pulled it down with hurry and nervousness, " My name is Susanne Moore...
what's yours? " I replied, " I am Andrew, the single guy next door. "
" Eh, still single? Would you like to go on a date this Saturday night? "
When the eyes smile.
And lips reflect it
When the flower smile
And garden reflect it
When the sky smiles
And earth reflect it
When the she smiles
And
my poetry reflect it…
Meet someone a year ago
Have stuff in common with them
Half way through the year
You realize you like him
Then you ask you’re self
Are you friends
Or more!
two birds nestled close
on the branch of a fir tree,
in the thick forest:
within shady depths, sacred
friendship thrives through all seasons
I cant stand you,
I love you
You make me laugh
You've seen me cry
But all that we have is honestly a lie
You're in love with her
I'm in love with you
Sadly
It's true
I'm part of this vicious cycle
I'm here
She's not
Is it that hard to choose
Pick me
I promise you wont have anything to loose
oh beauty of beauties
are you not worth a princess
are you not worth an admiration
didn't you possess your feminine beauty
is the way you smile not worth adoring
is your physique not worth its compliment
the way you walk is calling my attention
i will magnify you with my words
since my words is my bond
oh beauty of beauties...
God patiently crafted you for this moment
so that i would praise his creativity in you
and admire his imagination through you
also be inspired by your immaculate virtues
oh beauty of beauties
why hiding your beauty
from those who are destined to be healed by you
from those who will be liberated at your sight
is your beauty not worth appreciating
your beauty is not a mistake
it is for this time and season
lavishing words on you is not coincident
didn't i have the right...though a privilege
to share my feelings about you to you
to tell you the way i feel about you
do you expect me to ignore it
or suppress my feelings for your...
beauty that is so glaring and blinding
oh beauty of beauties
look at you with your disarming smile
you stare at me with your seductive looks
i am captivated with your sparkling beauty
your beauty is appealing i will not lie
neither will i deceive myself
do feelings lie...mine does not lie
except i choose to ignore and deny it
it's telling me to touch you and hold you
it's telling me to look into your eyes
and kiss your lips....
it's telling me to hold your hands
and walk beside you and with you
it's telling me to talk with you
it's telling me to laugh with you
it's telling me to listen to you
as you share your feelings with me
it's telling me a lot...to do with you
oh beauty of beauties
its doing me as if to rush over you
your spotless smile is fascinatingly
are you truly from this part of the world
my words can not express how am attracted to you
whats the secret my precious
i admire you as a person
and attracted to your inner beauty
oh beauty of beauties....
scarlet or crimson,
roses or violets
daffodils or lilies,
colours and flowers add beauty to life.
you are one such flower.