Friendship Elegy Poems | Examples
These Friendship Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Friendship. These are the best examples of Elegy Friendship poems written by international poets.
My friend, how deep can be your sorrows?
Through smoke filled maze of modern days
When time flies by in bleary haze
And we don't know about tomorrow?
Your eyes, once bright and full of life,
Nowdays, instead, to my dismay,
Are filled, like rainy days of May,
With hate, and pain, and fright.
No, you can't plea, no, you can't flee,
'Cause life is known for no compassion.
Your lust for it and inner passion
Have been dried up, like bloodless fleas.
Yet we don't know of what's to be.
You shed your nightly tears in bed,
But love, I beg you, please, don't fret,
And share them here, with me.
Those years, that flew on by one decade past,
included twelve of us whose lives were fun.
For sure, we felt those pleasant times would last
to share as one until our days were done.
We did not know this time would be so sad-
as in our senior years, most were not spared.
And one by one, they left until we had
just five left in our group as illness flared.
Just five left now to reminisce, compound
how visits, trips, and cruises- sparked our years-
when each of us, with spouses, gathered round.
Now with fond memories- we soothe our tears.
A tear is a gentle way
Of showing how I felt today
It’s hard to speak as well
When on our mate-ship I do dwell
And my running tear
That I did fear
Showed to the world
How our mate-ship gelled
So farewell until the dawn
When you will greet me on that morn
And you and I will smile again
Such friendships can have no other end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A NIGHT OF REMEMBERING
A New Year.
He died yesterday
the Love of my Life,
a title long retired.
I remember others
father, mother, brothers,
friends beloved.
Tonight they’re present
in my mind and heart.
Am I still here
to remember
to carry love forward
to tell their stories.
The Skatz had used up their precious time
‘ through wasted study of mathematics, philosophy ‘and classical rhyme.
Those elusive green Peelers were the new seed riders now ‘
Probably a political fix but no one quite knew how .
The Collaborative seahorses that once walked that great northern shore ‘
lent the small Skatz money then told them no more .
They’d had their credit fairly or not
‘What ever was left they’d had their lot .
Farewell too the Skatz it’s time to Leave
‘a chorus of voice’s a collective of me’s ,
Off you go and don’t look sad
‘you Skatz are out ‘you’ve turned us all mad .
The farewell drummer beat dutifully in time ,
the long walk had started ‘
they’d formed a line .
Beware my friends the retired magician pleaded with tear’s
‘he’d known these Skatz personally for eighty or was it a hundred years .
Then As a group they decided to wave
‘ to comfort the old magician who’d protested and raved .
The Skatz we’re now leaving
‘and there was really nothing more sad ‘
But it had been a long day
‘and in a way they were glad
At Chefoo Reconsidered we did speak
Of faith as something we as children held
To be most precious, with our parents’ fierce
Example holding us to sacred truths
But now as adults with accomplished years
We looked with cool detachment on that fire
And wondered if with tainted motives they
Flew us from homelands to a foreign field
With them to fight for faith against some foe
That now may seem to us imaginary
And in so doing wound our youngling souls
Yet all the same - some fire of faith persists
Be it nostalgia for our Mums and Dads
Or maybe glowing remnant of belief
(Or did the love of Jesus never die?)
Thus in your writings, Andrew, and your poems
A light of kindled faith I feel, and warm
To its blessed incandescent rays as one
Who faith did sometime lose, yet seek again
Should I wear myself off in tears?
Should I get myself lost with beer?
Should I dare consult the seers
for the loss of a comely dear?
Can I live onwards with this fear
that your voice I may no longer hear?
Will our friendship be just mere
now that you're no longer near?
My tears flow because it cannot stand
when death gives a blow with its icy hand.
Moments with you is now a deserted land,
much more like a desert without sand.
It’s not possible to buy life with money.
It’s incredible you left earlier for this lonely journey.
It’s a blow and a surprise to me and the many
that death does not respect even the canny.
How I wish you had stayed with me longer
at least for a little while;
then we can share more moments together
as I enjoy more of your smile.
My lovely dearie, rest in peace.
Rest in peace in the bosom of Father Abraham.
My prayer is that you be kept in a place;
a place safe and devoid of every harm.
I heard your laugh come through my voice today,
I'm sure that means you were right by my side,
It was four short years back just yesterday,
The whole town over learned the news and cried,
You'll never be forgotten, but be sure,
Each passing day has been a steady cure,
So that we do not mourn your youthful end,
Instead we thank the fates you were our friend.
Her name was Duno. She was seventy, young-at-heart, and hilarious.
We were co-Sunday School teachers, and the best of pals. I was twenty-three.
Fast-hurting-cancer smacked her around unmercifully for ten horrible months.
Her-ex husband greeted us at her funeral; a man who had deserted her 50 years before.
Makes Me Nervous
The busiest highway runs
as usual but alongside it
pin drop silence of death
spreads feathers at Chicken-stalls
makes me nervous.
The caged chickens were
fasting , praying silently
No chatting, no matting,
No smile , no excuse
Makes me nervous.
Not welcome traffic brakes
Stops breaths for once
It will be claim life one of them
No friendship, no break up
Makes me nervous.
The cage which was full of
Lives at the daybreak
Regret it was empty at the dawn.
No right to fight for life or love
Makes me nervous.
The poor creature stare
Every new stops helplessly
To sacrifice his life for taste.
No complain , no desire
Makes me nervous.
Because the night is silent,
the trees will search for a voice,
the wind will fill a body with lamentations.
Forgive me, I drank a lost gone wine
as the blade marked your body.
There is nowhere to clear the mind
without itching the throat,
nowhere to wash our body in clean water.
There was mockery on the spot
where your hand touched the blood on your cloth,
the voice said,you are fallen ashes, a mirror
of something unnatural.
This was the point I ought
to have poured water over your burning body.
I am saying the earth ate the moon last night.
lone whale wadded in the sea
all it meets are small fish
it makes noise for attention
but no whale-mate appears
when a trailer came passing
it chased after it with hope
only to end up in the trap
It is a fallacy to imagine
I could know your pain
The depth of loss for one we love
And who's loved us
Could never be transposed.
But I do understand...
Your loss is very great
And very distressing
I offer all the sympathy..
Empathy...support...
I can summon.
I'm hear to give...
Comfort and companionship
Through these terrible, difficult days...
My thoughts and prayers are with you
As are my time and attendance
You are never alone.
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
Winter freezes the heat of the year,
That shivers within our hearts, oh dear!
A season where Christmas celebrates
A time everyone liberates.
Friends of all rejoice and play on snow.
Forever friends none bothers even time is on go.
Tears on faces of every memorable moment,
Like snowflakes that pour heavily on earth below.
Love really is a powerful gift
But all alone it is without friendship.
Love of friends makes us lift
As if love is like the oceans so deep.
But like winter, all is unwell.
Sometimes friendship, on the dirt fell.
So comrade, I say unto you,
Love not only your allies but your foes too.
A good friend you are,
And my love will be with you even from afar.
Time will fly, old and new friends you will meet,
As cold as snow may seem, let your love for them feel the heat.
I thank you for the friendship we had.
Swear that I will forget it not.
Even fierce snowstorm on the days add,
Leave you I would dare not.
My friend as white as snow,
Wherever you go, let me follow.
Memories I won’t throw,
Stay in my heart you will, comrade on snow.
Could you picture it?
If you closed your eyes and see
around that gathering table
there they'd be.
Faces and voices from the distant past
laughing, joking and recalling
all those silly, foolish things we did.
Youth growing up at last,
still struggling and searching for
the right path and course to be ourselves.
Little did we know, some would get there sooner,
learning quickly the path and direction
before the rest of us would find our way.
Here we are, those of us still here,
the few gathered reminiscing, searching
and grateful we are friends again.
We are and were never once alone
sharing memories of our loved ones passed
in hope and prayer to be together once again
Friends again at last.