Best Good Friend Poems
IN Memory Of Roger Dale Eubanks
Roger
We both know the journey never ends
We spend most of our lives
Trying to fend off anyone who is pretend
Defending our friendship untill the end
You have paved your way my good friend
I know it's never goodbye as you ascend
You put your boots into the wind
I hope your new life with God can start begin
Since you no longer have to sit and spin
I wish you well my never forgotten friend
I'm glad nothing about you was pretend
Your journey may take you away
So I will pray for God
To escort you all the way
Roger
We stayed friends until the end
We understood together we were the right blend
Living our friendship without having to mend
You were way old school
Could often find you playing like nobodies fool
Your friendship was something very cool
Always making us smile
Getting baked going the extra mile
Our good friend until the end
May God go with you into the wind
So you might know we all win
When our life on earth comes to an end
Looking down on us my good friend
With a mighty big grin
As you take it all in
No more pain or frustration
Your in a much better location
Nothing pretend about God who will mend
Your broken limbs when we ascend
ROGER
Our dear friend until the end
You know now that it's not pretend
Rather a brand new life free of sin
Where we can begin to take it all in
No more sickness or broken limbs
Hala -luya you can walk again
Your friends and family have to reason
You will be missed all season
We all love you and will see you again
When we are reunited up around the bend
When it's our turn to ascend
Goodbye, for now, my good friend
You will be missed but never forgotten
My good friend until the end
We both come out of it with a big win
Knowing our friendship I will always defend
We must all keep our Faith and not hesitate
Life in heaven with God will be so great
So don't make him Wait for your next date
My Good Friends nothing has to end
Especially not good friends until the end
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROGER
WE LOVE AND MISS YOU VERY Much
My Good Friend never argues,
and at all times displays the truth;
My Good Friend has been with me now,
since early in my youth.
My Good Friend listens to my stories'
and never judges me;
My Good Friend lets me be myself,
just as I am supposed to be.
My Good Friend has witnessed my turmoil,
and watched me shed my tears;
My Good Friend has let me express myself,
when no one else would hear.
My Good Friend listens to my rants and raves,
and in my outbursts has consoled me;
My Good Friend I will cherish always,
for my good friend lets me be me.
My Good Friend has been my therapist,
and my savior now and then;
My Good Friend does'nt speak at all,
for my Good Friend is my pen.
Strong bonds don't end.
Get a good friend.
Do this and you’ll not be contrite.
Good friends are as precious as gold,
and having them never grows old.
Make a friendship that’s good and tight.
Good friends are as precious as gold.
They’ll get over it when you fight.
You don’t have to be too polite,
and having them never gets old.
Get a good friend.
Good friends are as precious as gold.
They are those who will treat you right,
and having them never grows old.
Strong bonds don't end.
Get a good friend.
Strong bonds don't end!
Jan. 3, 2021
for the 'Meditative Ballad' Poetry Contest of Emile Pinet
He is a good friend that old Jack
He's the only one that stays around
He listens to my woes and sorrows
He stays around until I pass out
He creeps out silently when I do
He gives me peace when I am manic
He gets me manic when I am at peace
He follows me everywhere
He lingers on my breath
Its not until I finish Jack
That I get to know his brother Jim
Because Jack Daniels and Jim Beam
Are the only ones who understand me
*I do enjoy whisky but I'm not an alcoholic! lol.
P.S. Let me know what you think in the comments below!
I’d like to tell you
about my good friend
a constant companion
best friends til the end
she’s always been there
boosting my spirits
wrapping me in warmth
oh isn’t she the dearest
she’s super duper fun
the life of the party
but back in highschool
it was her making me tardy
everyone loves her
insisting I share
we pass her around
but she doesn't seem to care
always plenty of laughs
she's guaranteed to provide
passing out munchies
and constant good vibes
we enjoy listening to Marley
and other good tunes
never any bad ones
she makes us immune
sometimes she sparkles
and then she’s way more fun
everyone loves her
except for... maybe the nuns
even after all these years
she makes me very happy
I breathe her all in
and I never feel crappy
the best part of it all
she takes away my pain
she’s my good friend
I call her Mary Jane
A LETTER TO A GOOD FRIEND
Mathe Karen
If these words are never said, better no man has ever lived to say them at all
But that which are words which can be said now and later not forgotten
If these words are not as they should sound, better know that I’m of old
If time should pass me by without saying hello, surely I’m soon to be forgotten
If growing old makes time flow slow, then life was spend alone in regret
Surely these words could not have been said earlier, for they could have been
With no wisdom to have learned to say them as they should be said as now
If I never say hello like I used to, just know I’m already old to say much
If my voice never sound like it used to be, know I’m already a step before the next life
If these hands never touch and feel the same, I sure do know all is well
If by this time I ask the questions of old, I surely lived time passed my memory
If the sky no longer shines its right bright, I sure did see the sun
By this time rest assured it’s just me in a memory I would not take back
Surely if you are reading this, time has passed to regret, but better know
Life has its own times to change what time has changed
Only one place to never grow old in my old age
Where no regret, but joy to have made it
But if I left anything behind, surely no one regrets
My LORD JESUS CHRIST AWAIT….welcome Faithful servant.
My Good Friend, Jack
I met a guy named Jack
he said he was a friend
but now my head is in this sack
and my time is growing thin
He said he was a friend
But Jack is in the mob
and my time is growing thin
because I'm part of Jack's new job
But Jack is in the mob
He's paid to wield a gun
because I'm part of Jack's new job
my time will soon be done
He's paid to wield a gun
his aim is fast and true
my time will soon be done
When Jack's new job is through
his aim is fast and true
of this I cannot lie
When Jack's new job is through
I'd really hate to die
of this I cannot lie
but now my head is in this sack
I'd really hate to die
I met a guy named Jack
Born and raised by a woman of great integrity
This humble beginnings formed his identity
With the willingness to work hard and remain focus
Adding this to his outstanding personality is a bonus
Because such individuals are difficult to find
I can proudly classify you as one of a kind
Some might not agree but do not mind
Most people are ignorant and some choose to be blind
His always there for others
Especially when their spirits need a little lift
If he never lets his personality shift
I’ll forever consider him as an extraordinarily gift
He approaches every task with a different technique
Blessed with a mind of mystique
I must say his truly unique
And that is why his part of my clique
A gentle wind comes in unknowingly.
It is tender and blows trees gently.
Branches dance sluggishly for joy,
Smiles gleam and glow their faces.
A good tree, a good wind will go to,
To make it grow and breathe healthily,
Conveying huge amounts of good wishes,
Making its twigs feed good sap for free.
That wind blows hopefulness into the tree,
To cause it to generate good evaporation,
Showers of rain to wash clean the same tree,
And help the leaves remain fresh with no fee.
Such a wind is rare; it moves trees gently.
Makes them feel happiness and true love.
For God’s sake to scatter endless impetus;
Its music always sounds soft for good dancers.
Creating smiles to erase facial wrinkles
Is a godly generous and caring friend,
Rare to find when you’re in life hurdles.
Like a Baobab, you help me stand firm.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
I still recall the pretty girls. Yes, those
at school with pretty lives and pretty clothes. . .
One used to walk me home; we'd chat! Great hope
I had that we'd be friends. At recess time,
she’d leave me, though, and with her clique, skip rope.
Her social ladder I would never climb.
Years passed. That girl whose friendship I had sought
was at a class reunion. I now knew
that I was more than she had ever thought.
She still was beautiful, and I was too!
Surprising me, she smiled, then hugged me and
said, “Wow, I‘m glad to see such a good friend!”
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by Michael J. Falotico's
" I'm More Then What you Thought" Poetry Contest
To Anna M, a real good friend
a bondage that will never end
With no boys to get in our way
We laugh together every day
You have your problems and i have mine
But hangin out we set them aside and we're just fine
Forever friends we will be
I'll be there for you 'cause you'll be there for me
So to my homie Anna M
this is from your friend
Storms are brewing in my personal life,
with illness, death and financial strife;
But, your presence
with friendship as its goal,
provides a gloomy-day rainbow for my soul.
Finding a good friend is hard,
A good friend is a friend that is loyal,
That will be there when you need them the most,
A friend that is willing to share secrets,
A friend that will help you through tough problems,
A friend that you can help when they need you,
A friend that you can depend on,
A friend who you can trust,
But last of all you have to be a good friend to have one
I encourage her in so many ways, highlight her talents, minimise insecurities, tell her over and over again ‘she’s got this!’ I’d never dare champion myself, be in such awe; have the audacity of self-belief.
I willingly create space and time for her, reschedule laundry loads, and homework, make a ‘cheat’ tea. Whilst I refuse to find ‘me time’, to unwind, and just be; no matter how hard I’m struggling to make it through the days.
I admire and applaud her beauty; complimenting her body often, refuting any doubts that escape her lips. All the while scrutinising my every inch and flaw, inspecting the smallest crease, mapping every lump and curve.
I implore her not settle for less than she’s worth, for only the best will do, there should be no option of anything less. Simultaneously choosing the easiest path for my life, the one of least resistance that will sustain basic needs.
I am that shoulder who’s always there to catch her tears, allow her to release heartbreak and frustration. Meanwhile resisting the cries from within with all my strength and resolve; so as not to appear weak.
I congratulate her parenting skills; eradicating every doubt, reaffirming her motherhood. Yet lie awake at night questioning my ability as a mother; each decision I’ve made and every cross word I’ve said.
I seek to relieve her anxieties, bring peace to her mind and comfort to her soul. When mine is so tortured, petty insecurities too loud to let me sleep.
For her I am her biggest fan,
though I’m not a good friend to me.
I had a good friend, that I'll never see again.
I can remember back to when we were running like the wind.
It's gonna take some time for this heart to mend.
Because I always thought you'd be around again.
I keep your memory deep inside.
It's a place for you to hide.
you were too young to die.
It's too late to ask why.
It's been too long to cry.
I guess this is goodbye.