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.
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.
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.
Change comes sometime late August,
a mellow presence to the day;
a gentle sun, supplying friendship,
joins me walking in the lane.
Between defiant borders, autumn's late bloomers--
proud yellow, maroon, and red--
Queen Anne's lace adds frilly softness against weed hardness,
a smiling feminine face.
The gardens yield their richness,
spilling ripe bounty from over laden arms.
Peaceful is the attitude autumn offers;
a tender sadness shapes the edge
where silent stone markers gently gather
beneath trees' reverent, flame-haloed heads.
The year is slowly dying . . .
not fast gone like these quietly remembered,
my beloved dead.
Copyright, September 10, 2014
Your voice all quiet now
Your laughter never to be heard again
And yet it still echoes in my head..
Your smile still plays in my mind’s eye
Feathery kisses blown from above
Floating around brushing against my face
The sadness sometimes overwhelming
When the wind blows and the flowers dance
Their multihued colors magnetize even the butterflies
Just like you always use to do…
I can’t help but smile,
remembering your love for them.
When I look at your daughter,
She reminds me about you
Even though you left too soon,
you taught her well...
At the age of thirty five,
The battle were no longer yours to fight…
Contest : Reflection
By : Wilma Neels
7th Place
Chill breath of autumn
Sears the poppy scarlet red,
On his memory'd cenotaph.
Tears trickle in the furrowed
Faces of young comrades
.....now long dead
Multicolored tears
For one gone too soon
And one who’s denied her hand to hold
Halfway through his journey towards manhood
“Life’s not fair.”
She told him so
Mothers do
When teachers play favorites
Or party invitations never come
Or Christmas budgets aren’t big enough for
Wish lists.
But this.
It’s too big
Even for Mother.
So we weep
And we pray
And in our naked helplessness we come
Together
Giving of ourselves and receiving from others
With a rare and sacred gentleness
We share
And honor the ineffably beautiful spirit
Who breathes love and life in us and through us and among us
Every day
Today that spirit was purring.
Kathleen Taylor - b August 27th 1965 - d October 4th 2006