Friends Dizain Poems | Examples
These Friends Dizain poems are examples of Dizain poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Dizain Friends poems written by international poets.
There is a valley- we'll find, certainly,
as we pursue the road of life till then;
where we will rest in our eternity
and meet dear friends and family again.
To find our valley, we do not know when
or how we will get there to look upon
this hidden place that will bring a new dawn;
restore our souls to everlasting peace
and where to rebirth we'll be calmly drawn;
our interval of worldliness- release.
April 20, 2023
~1st Place~
Writing Challenge - 'V' Words Poetry
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: No. 4- Valley
Judged: 04/22/2023
Her poor broken heart now lies in rubble.
She done hooked up with another bad boy.
Ignored warning, "keep away, he's trouble!"
The womanizer played her like a toy.
How funny, her name happens to be "Joy"
Friends often wear disapproving faces,
For she looks for love in the wrong places.
Catastrophe dealt a withering blow;
Her bleeding heart leaves obvious traces.
A relationship doomed from the word "go"
D Forms - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Doomed
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 02/08/2022
I had a neighbor, who had delusion,
Of being poisoned by his kith and kin;
His wife seemed to him lively illusion,
Her delicacies he threw in waste-bin;
Sharing sweets from friends seemed to him a sin,
Eateries could not content his hunger,
As he felt these are but poison dumper;
He carried his cook wherever he went,
Could he, yet, get rid of his strong stumper?
He's half-dead now, in delusion, life spent...
07 January 2022
Prayer meeting for the departed one
finds family praying in silent grief,
whilst others shed crocodile tears as dole,
marking time with their cellphones for relief,
cold hearts, unable to turn a new leaf,
searching familiar faces to connect,
their insincere condolences thus suspect,
crass gesture that happens time and again;
high time from our life, such ‘friends’ we eject,
for they alleviate not, our deep pain.
16-October-2021
One of the finest hours I can recall
Came at a momentous time in my life,
When I stood before the altar, so tall,
Took Deborah Anne Going for my wife
Because, before, my life was full of strife
I was floundering along, life quite dull
In my early forties, a dismal lull,
I wondered what life for me portended.
Everyone of my friends’ lives seemed so full
Deb came along, my life became splendid.
written June 23, 2021
[Thinking about my wonderful wife, Deborah,
who passed away on November 22, 2018.]
I believe the fine things in life are free
Not cash or opulent trappings of wealth,
Material doodads purchased with glee
At the top of my list would be good health
Nothing valued obtained by greed or stealth--
Family and friends--the top of my list
A good reputation--not to be missed
Having a spouse, considerate and kind
Evenings at home, occasionally kissed
Surely these things can't be too hard to find.
May 25, 2021
The time is close- the crossroad to my death-
dear God, so short the time to quantify,
before I leave this world with my last breath,
the good my journey brought to fortify
a life worth-lived, and aptly justify
I've loved and helped my family and friends,
and when I've wronged, did offer my amends;
as best I could- I followed your commands.
Oh, God, if not, please now my soul, do cleanse,
and carry it to Heaven in your hands.
Holding hands in silence at time of grief,
an impulsive emote, now memory.
In these times, we can offer no relief;
each in aloneness, weary and teary,
carries his own cross, in dark gloom dreary.
The world as we knew it, is not the same;
solace of touch denied, which is a shame.
No doubt hearts beating, bridge any distance.
We know not yet, what is the divine aim:
is a friends embrace needless indulgence?
08-November-2020
Living alone this Twenty-Twenty year,
I truly cannot help feeling so sad.
Although I know that many hold me dear,
I need friends near, to be happy and glad.
While waiting, I mark my plans on a pad.
We're trying to do what those in charge say.
Our lives have all changed in such a big way.
To some the illness has brought great sorrow.
When this disease goes, a much brighter day
We'll all look for a better tomorrow.
Written 10/10/20
Dizaine Poetry Contest
Emile pinet , Sponsor
I wept, and I sighed...the day that he died
We were the "Bestest" friends all of his life
Our friendship was pure, that can't be denied
Even though, he slept next to my ex-wife
He never, ever...caused me any strife
We would take long walks, spend hours in the park
As we ran side-by-side, till it got dark
My love for my friend...forever, be kept
I can still hear his voice, his playful bark
The day that he died, I sighed...and I wept
How Death Has Affected Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo
1/8/2020
When a mother dies, her family sighs
Speeches are made, funeral orations
You seek to know why, then break down and cry
Circle the wagons: close friends, relations
Comfort from flowers -- roses, carnations...
The hours move slowly; then days become weeks
The return to routine at first seems bleak
Yet as time passes, a curtain's lifted
From on high to her brood, Mom again speaks
Love abidingly deep ~ Heaven-gifted
December 15, 2019
friends can be equals
do unto others as you...
or be inequals
teachers and students
or the parent and child
of the same sharing
friendship peace and trust
delight and like mindedness
enjoyment of love
self recognition
and sharing greater pursuit
toward virtues' heights
So sweet was Hope. Not one soul would she harm.
And now in college, living on her own,
she’d met a young man with good looks and charm.
One night she failed to answer her cell phone.
Was she with somebody or all alone?
The guy she’d met called friends and made a plan
to search for her. For days they all would fan
out through the woods and city. Where was Hope?
Police could find no clues; meanwhile the man
cleaned out his van and trashed his knives and rope.
Written May 19, 2016 for SAd Dizain contest of Laura Loo
at a friend’s burial life slipped away
as vapor in air if it was nowhere
for family and friends he had held sway
they would miss his affections and his care
they learned to live together and share
they had worked hard and with lots of patience
overcome harsh struggle with endurance
with his sudden departure to heaven
they face the biggest test of their essence
will his values be sustained or broken?
Date: 18.5.2016
Among the classic poets of fine rhyme -
are balladeers who weave with lines a tale,
the satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
I close my eyes, imagining I'd dwell
among them all - a poetess in bliss.
Could heaven be as wonderful as this?
With modern poets too I would commune;
With friends I'd known on earth I'd reminisce . . .
and poetry would flow - celestial boon!
A Dizain with rhyme scheme: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d