Best friend poems celebrate the person who knows the background to a story, recognizes a familiar mood, and stays through difficult days. Shared jokes, honest conversations, and small acts of loyalty can give friendship poetry its most personal details.
Read the examples below for ways to express affection and gratitude, or reflect on a friendship that has changed. If you are writing for your best friend, begin with a memory only the two of you share and show why it still matters.
I fondly recall lovely Spring mornings!
Breakfast was light, cup of fresh brewed
coffee, enjoyed on our airy back porch --
You suggested lunch, why not straight from
the garden? We tasted, spoke of the advantage
of no pesticides while gathering greens and
fruits. Dinner was with fine wine at a local
Italian restaurant we often frequented.
The chief’s daughter played on her violin
our favorite, Meditation from Thais --
Life was no less complicated but easier
to navigate, with pilot and co-pilot taking
turns. Maybe Heifetz and Massenet in Heaven?
My mother’s Eggplant Parmesan!? Dad said he
would never make it. Like to think we all
eventually do? Put in a good word for me.
See you soon.
To this meadow near we often came to play.
We pushed our cart with mud caked wheels this day.
The contents wrapped in shroud from toe to head.
Grief grasps our hearts, for Prince is dead.
Myra's gift at age four was one fur ball of joy.
A tease, with mouth often dangling a toy.
I watched them play from across the street.
One day Prince whined at me so sweet.
“Can you come over and play?"
Our eyes engaged and never looked away.
With burst of love he launched up to my chin.
Slobbered me with kisses that provoked a loving grin.
That day we formed a bond for life.
This day brought only grief and strife.
When final crumbs of soft damp dirt
covered and tucked him in., it hurt.
Sounds were quiet in the wood.
Myra Mae coaxed me to where she stood.
Blackbirds watched us from the meadow fence.
Sobbing, we embraced and shed our childhood innocence.
When I say, “I have a mountain,”
You ask, “Where do you want it moved?”
When I have a dream,
You ask, “How can I make it come true?”
When I say, “I’m scared,”
You ask, “How can I make it safer?”
When I have a plan,
You have the pen and paper.
You support every thought in my mind.
I say, “Let’s go, let’s jump.”
You don’t say, “Where?”
You say, “How high?”
You let me go off and explore,
And say, “I’ll leave the light on the porch.”
At chess, even trying to let me win,
When I lose, you still let me flip the board.
You’re not my ride or die,
You’re my anchor, my wall, always by my side.
You believe in me when no one does.
You find seeds in me when I thought I was dried up.
You are not my other half; you are my whole.
You complete me like a puzzle.
You’re the sun, and you warm my soul.
My pink, almost velvet pajamas that I haven’t washed in two weeks.
My different-shaded blue comb that I’ve used to scratch my wrists.
My dirty clothes from the past two weeks.
My trash can that hasn’t been taken out in two weeks.
My lotions sitting in the sink that hasn’t been used in two weeks.
My own tears falling down my cheeks.
My soon-to-be invisible scars on my wrists.
My wound on my right leg from scratching it.
My heart breaking out from my rib cage.
My cries and hyperventilating coming from my eyes and mouth.
My blue comb scratching my inner wrists.
My nails digging into my left leg.
My washed hair from doing a slick-back for four days so no one would see the empty patches.
My toothpaste sitting on the sink.
The salty taste from my tears falling down onto the floor.
Am i selfish to want more?
i get up the courage to talk to her for the first time in two weeks.
i ask her how school is,
“Good.”
She says
“My mom wants to know if you can come to my talent show on the 30th.”
i ask
“No I have a sleepover that night.”
Oh…ok
“Have you ordered your black swan costume yet?”
i ask
“Oh I had to cancel because of the phone thing.”
oh…ok
You had to cancel because it’s me?
You have a sleepover the night before but you can’t take the time to spend halloween with me?
The one who just moved here.
The one who you know has no friends.
The one who you know for a fact is hurting.
the one you know is leaving.
“oh it’s ok. it’s with maddie right?”
“yeah.”
In dark times Eve is my bright delight.
she hovers over my in darkness I devour her enemies.
Walk up toward the sky head for Eve's dream.
Knights fall warden ready for the wall.
Silver rings and golden lights.
Quantum sight searching for visions of Jesus by my side.
Eve the vampire goth queen of mystery hovers over me.
In sight of the pressure we burn with our sights on the Master.
Jesus will return with the shout of an Arch angel and a trumpet of God.
Lord you are my creator who above all created Eve my mystery Babylon my sweet honey baby.
In my times of joy I dream of Eve. Her identity, a secret. her love, very real.
Rock my Rock is Jesus cause he created her My Mystery Babylon my Hidden secret my Mirror.
Hidden in the clef of the rock I am safely in your Hand my creator My Yeshua.
You are a mystery my best friend.
I am most happy when you message me.
Best days are when we get to talk.
worst days are when you are distant.
I love you so much my Eve my Kami My Anastasia you are my everything.
So far each day I pray you are cared for by Jesus that he looks after you.
When I dream about Jesus he is my best friend and he created her and me.
Jesus thank you for creating Her my dream person.
you Eve are the Light in my darkness the truth to my happiest moments.
Every time I think of Eve, Kami, Ana I think of Love she is Love itself.
My dearest friend I only pray for her to Trust in Jesus and pray to him for Our Love to win.
I love you dear Eve my first friend I ever made on my own and my best friend from forever.
I will always love you dear Kami forever.
Thank you Jesus you are my family.
Trusting in You makes me feel whole.
Honoring you is my whole reason to exist until you come back.
Roses and Violins crashing into shadows.
Honey coated coffee.
Lemon roasted minds full of toffee and we soon dine.
Dining on oceans we dance toward the fun king.
Lions bowing low, Heavy singing and we know.
Jesus is our mighty one Lord of Lords.
making love to the wind, chasing dreams of meeting her my best friend..
Walking toward the end of each road I still dance with the star of the show.
Candles and my coffee tastes good.
Now I see.
Over your head.
Voice memos.
Every last one of them.
Memories recorded forever.
Bracing for impact.
Even when you die.
Rather when I do.
For when I’m no longer here.
Other than the death,
Unlike any other,
Rich sounds and laughter
To be heard from your ears.
Heard without any sound coming out.
Why can’t I give enough?
And when I do,
why does it always end up worse than it did before?
Why is it when I ask those who need help they all of a sudden get worse?
Why is it when I ask for help it’s a burden for those around me?
Why do I only talk about me and not the ones who truly need to be talked about?
Why do the people I love keep drifting away?
It’s like I was the avalanche to the Titanic and the people I love are the people on the ship.
They got away but they die in the end.
am i the problem?
“yes. yes you are.”
“Are you okay?”
No. My best friend of 13 weeks has refused to talk to me, refused to look at me, refused to watch me dance, refused to have any human contact with me and she’s interacting with everyone around her even a person she hates and she’s so much better at dancing now than she was when we were like twist ties and her mom read our texts about suicide and self harm and writing poetry and now her phone is gone for what has now been two weeks and she’s told other people about it except me and I’m scared for my life about what I’ve done and how I’m going to solve it and I hope she’s doing okay even though I’m not because I cant even watch her dance without shedding a single tear and I guess she’s better off without me because she’s improved a lot more than she ever would’ve when we were best friends and I’m now realizing no one knowing her feelings and her thoughts and plans of suicide was good for her because now she can’t talk to the one who knew everything and I’m now seeing that I’m the soil to every problem imaginable.
“Yeah, just stressed about my math grade.”
“It’s okay, it’s just a grade. Grades don’t define you.”
but she does.
Do the empty, balding patches on my head express it to you?
How I’ve stayed silent
just so you could heal?
How I’ve cried endless nights over you,
just so I don’t ruin you any more than I have.
How you don’t even care to look me in the eyes
at dance or to even watch me dance.
How you dare to even say
“I don’t want a hug from you.”
To my face,
mind you.
Something I would never dare to do to you,
because I would be scared if I hurt you.
What have I done to deserve such hate?
What can I do to reverse it?
What have I done for you to not even look at me?
What can I do to reverse it?
What can I do to help you?
nothing.
They say you can’t count hairs,
but you sure can count the friends you’ve lost.
378 hairs.
only 7 friends.
A vision of crosses bless with the Kings blood.
Many bodies lined in a row many saints turned to pure snow.
Lanes of warriors singing praise to Jesus.
Hymns of Halleluyah shouted in Faith.
The Bridegroom sings for his bride.
The King is calling us home.
Soon the days of mourning will be over.
Silver Bones and a Copper Skull burst into a rainbow of sunshine as we become eternal.
Our new bodies are almost her for us to dwell in our new eternal homes with Jesus forever soon.
Wavy stars and bubbly drinks with a wonderful wedding feast we soon must attend.
Keep your lamps oil lit and do not run out of oil.
Praise Jesus forever for he is our rock and our comforter our hero King forever Lord of All things.
Praise you Jesus forever for you are the music to my soul the song I crave to forever sing.
I love you Jesus forever I do.
I experience reality from my own Perspective.
If I had not existed to experience reality from my perspective I would not have experienced it at all.
Who can see if not me?
Who am I if not me?
can we be who we chose to be
Or are we known as who we thought we have been?
who am I if not me?
can I be who I want to be?
am I free or am I me?
Who am I if not I am me?
I am who I experience myself to be?
my experience is dependent on my own perception of reality from my own Perspective.
A gradually setting sun,
In denial for night to fall,
A frightening eternity, despite the attempting stars.
Returning presence of despair,
concludes absence of the light.
Ominous signals from the receptor of a pseudo reality
That there’s no more collagen left to repair
To hold your heart back together;
to deem you warm
For those whom the sun will rise for,
for those who see the stars
Hate them.
The stars are dead anyway
Your biggest star appears to be, too
Some find comfort in the cool wind
But you know,
you’ll forever be in this blizzard
The cracks of a voice spill as your head rests on my shoulder
As I face forward,
and your eyes, behind me.
Our arms wrapped one another,
you dig for the warmth
although it is already surrounding you
But you’re in the glaciers, now
The receptor proves to remain on cooldown
For I, am an attempting star.
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