Friendship Couplet Poems | Examples
These Friendship Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Friendship. These are the best examples of Couplet Friendship poems written by international poets.
A boy living alone
Never gave up like a stone
Struck by stern and stormy weathers
Yet surviving like a full grown-dog, playing around heathers
A time to exit the race
A time to slacken the pace
A time to inter the clock
the car too – take a walk
A time to savor every bite
to eat healthy and right
A time to call on old friends
to thrill to the good times, to make amends
A time to bounce grandkids, nieces and nephews on the knee
A time to play Pattycake, Pattycake, Pretty Please
A time to treasure, like no other
with your partner, spouse, father and mother
It’s so good to be back in jail again
Do’in time with all of my friends
Figurin’ out ways we can escape
And while we’re out, committing rape
two lone birds will soon merge as one and strong
feathered to make history in a song
A shelter from the wind and cold
hearth-lit faces, friends new and old
A chair to drape my coat, a hook to hang my hat
where the ‘Welcome Mat’ means just that
A rest stop for a day or two
or an oasis with forever views
A refuge from weary doldrums
~ A pick-me-up for everyone
~ Entry for Tom Woody's contest of the Same Name ~
February 16, 2026
Folks are so busy denouncing each other
~ They forget every man is their brother
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On your journey to one hundred, I say,
Try laughing, learning, and loving each day.
You’ll meet many travelers along the way.
Share memories with others, take time to pray.
Enjoy a sunset, eat a piece of pie.
Take in life’s beauty and quit asking why.
Take a long walk as often as you can.
Talk with a loved one, walking hand in hand.
Thank your Creator for all you’ve received,
For the comfort in times when you grieved.
Open your heart letting love flow right through.
Happy you’ll be in whatever you do.
Sleepwalking through the day
there’s a heavy price to pay
Tapping into feelings within her
opportunity gone-a-glimmer
Friendships never formed
lives never transformed
Delicacies swallowed whole
unseen flight of the oriole
His work is known around the Earth
This ploughman lad of lowly birth
He wooed and won the lassies braw
His Jean the fairest of them aw
He honoured such as mice and men
And friendship flowed beneath his pen
Of parity and justice wrote
A line that I take leave to quote
“That man to man the world o’er
shall brothers be...” can’t ask for more.
Diverse his works, out of his time
The man who gave us “Auld Lang Syne"
One more hug, one more embrace
One more smile on your happy face
One more call to a lonely friend
One more day ~ for kindness without end
I've seen a falling star tonight
Shine a little, shining bright
The snow is falling
As winter's calling
The ring of sleigh bells
The waltzing of Christmas spells
Bring us all together
In this cold, cold weather
How do you wrap a heart full of love
When you're wrapping the feelings your thinking of?
With the trust and the sharing
That special time for caring
In this festive season
He's the only reason
I'd rather give what I believe
That part of me you will receive
I can see the feeling in your eyes
One that brings a joyous surprise
So open your heart the Christmas way
With a little faith in a miracle, open it on Christmas Day
No, I have no anwers, but sincerely wish I could!
I cannot… just feel like flying over my neighborhood!
I see us a nation, now have regained our senses.
Let us go to the park and leap over tall, silvered, fences!
And thus, for days, I have not slept very much.
Nor, with poetry friends, have I kept touch!
My hopes for our future are crystal clear and bright.
Sending hugs to all, from my deepest soul-sight!
With joy and gratitude,-))))))
Pangie
~Shabbat Shalom~
11/8/2024
Some of you are concerned so very sweet
You notice when I DON’T write poetry
Let me assure you all is fuschia fine
Waiting on inspiration to temp my mind
Also I am still learning to play piano
It’s grueling like dueling with my soul
I’m also judging a poetry contest here
Loving your entries you’re all such a dear
I started my own thing it is my dream
My small business called Kandle Publishing
You know me by my given name at birth
But Kandle Jones my pen name I prefer
So I have my fingers in a few life pies
Sooner or later my poetry juices will arrive
On Wings of Hope
Attempting as a neon butterly, to touch the gentleness of your soul.
To light your bright candle of love, swirling in wisdom, is my vision and goal!
Poem 1
7/31/2024