Friendship Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Friendship Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Friendship. These are the best examples of Free Verse Friendship poems written by international poets.
Past, present, future.
Meaningless,
vicious cycles.
Rigid chalk on dark pavement.
Red and white, an ugly pink.
Confused, thoughts in hibernation.
Sitting beside the campfire on its last breath.
Dimming in the soft breeze, feed it to the fire.
Legs crossed, eyes fixated on the soft orange flames.
Cracked sidewalks, bruised and beaten.
Worn down by the harsh rain and wind.
Burn everything away.
It hurts, breathless, I don’t want it to hurt.
Friends turned into tombstones of memories.
The way is shut, our paths have diverged.
The way is shut, lobotomized and numb.
You closed the gate. Now, I intend to keep it shut.
The crease of his lips,
The focus on his eyes,
The way his eyebrows rise,
When he smiles.
The way his acne,
Float, like waves on his cheeks,
The way his lips,
Oh, how soft they feel.
The way his ears get red,
And form that little blush,
The way he'll look away,
When he's flushed.
His eyes, another world,
Brownish spheres,
Blinded from love.
His messy hair, and tanned skin,
The way his neck fold under his jaw,
The shape of his nose, a soft slide,
I don't see any flaws.
The way his hair forms patterns on his skin,
The way he'll sing,
A soft rhythm, a flute to be played,
Truly an ethereal being.
To him who thinks he's not pretty,
I noticed all these things about you.
To me, you're the most beautiful person,
Because,
I love you.
When there was nowhere to go,
there was someone to follow.
A quiet little town with friends all around,
being with you was more comforting.
Headless chickens in the tall grass,
giants leaping from the mile high trees.
one plus one, plus two plus one.
More rascals getting rambunctious.
Some were protective, others were hungry.
We all would feel restless,
and some nights we called it quits.
But when we got back up, we were unstoppable.
Accomplishing so much to feed our pride,
training for the unexpected.
I’m so grateful for all we’ve achieved.
Each of you has a special place in my heart.
With your acceptance of me, and your trust in me,
We overcame countless hurdles.
If given a second chance, I would do it all over again.
Part of the journey is the end,
thank you for choosing me.
Left, right, forward, back.
An endless cycle, lost in time.
Wondering what’s wrong,
asking what’s wrong.
When glass breaks, it doesn’t break even.
Shards of time, emotions, and hope are scattered.
They broke the glass,
this stagnant soul is left with the mess.
With a withering broom and dirty dust pan in hand,
all that was salvaged ended with mourning.
But when the pieces were collected out of the trench of rage,
a new foundation was created.
This light emerging from the abyss below,
beautiful as the death of a star.
Melting the glass, cursing all who dare damage true art.
Screeching with light that burns the sky.
A broken sword can be fixed,
there will be a new Excalibur.
A soul for a soul, a heart for a heart.
Lasting forever, in a land apart.
Prayer is very personal
Then again, it is universal
for who do we pray to
I think, aware or not
the world eavesdrops
For the spirit voice echoes
even in snowy silence
Make what you think
comforting and shareable
Unwavering love Your One who
always dearly listens --
I wanted to write you a
love poem. Then thought,
most love poems nauseatingly
lame. Recycled beautiful,
luscious, adorably cookie-cutter all
the same. Not singular, as Hollywood
Gable and Lombard! More like,
Hallmark~ just fill in the name.
With that in mind, I bought you
a rose, that will wither and die…
on the front seat of a new Alfa
Romeo, to continue park with me
or freely fly. Happy Anniversary.
The girl and her moon
Hers, in the bond they shared
Hers , because it was the only one who cared
No expectations, just comfort
No microaggressions, just acceptance
A quiet bond between two who understood,
What it's like to be misunderstood
The girl, quiet, in fear of judgement
The moon silent, in sadness from being overlooked
Yet, even in their state, both managed to light up -
Every room they encountered
The power of silence favoured them both
Neither had to speak to attract attention
The light they emit, speaks for their presence
What comes across as a curse, an unwelcome burden
Becomes their biggest strength
Quiet and unassuming, people underestimate -
The gravity of their power,
Mistaken weakness, upholds their greatness
The underdog, shouldn't be mocked -
For they will end up victorious
The girl and her moon end up the winners
Undermining their power, makes you the loser
He touched the sun and he didn't burn
Instead he was comforted by its warming glow
He was accepted with open arms
The sun wasn't there to harm
Misjudged like the boy, it understood loneliness
They both understood what it meant to be stereotyped
The sun gave warmth, but they claimed it burned
The boy existed, but they claimed he was a danger
Both judged by ignorant strangers
In a world so big, the people were small minded
Even the sun would go into hiding
The boy forced into exile
All because he dared to smile
The boy gifted with warmth from the sun
In return he gave the sun a comfort it longed for
It was a friendship written by the stars
It was a friendship that would stand the test of time
For the first time both boy and sun finally smile
This a rarity, a moment that hadn't happened in a while
The sun and the boy
Was a story passed through generations
There I will be
Friends with you
I value our friendship
There is nothing to worry about
Me being older than you
And I am sorry
But I must tell you
That I will die before you
Any day my Father
Shut my body down
I know that is heard for you
To understand that my
Father made life like that way
We all must die some day
We will not going forever
We need to live one day at time
Of course, poetry is just a word;
and then, poetic content. As life
before the living – life was just a
word. I was just and I until you
came along, singing your budding
songs. Surely God modeled His
spring nature, with astonishing you
in mind.
Give the frowsy-ordinary a major glow-up
celebrate the holidays, any holiday, you choose
put hedonism, desire theory and list theory to work
feast, carol well and let spirits soar
our souls are not solus - be with friends, heck, make new friends
chaos is the magic agent
happiness isn’t scripted, it’s a process,
by New Years, perhaps, we’ll all collapse in euphoric exhaustion
but we’ll have had the experience
.
.
A Christmas holiday playlist:
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A Poet is never
alone as long
as they have
a book of
Poetry with them
It's as if
the Author is
a personal friend
a confidant to
your private feelings
and thoughts
The book is
a great companion- - - - -
something to keep
you company
It feeds your
Soul in times
of loneliness, desolation
You can go anywhere
with this beautiful
friendship- - - - -all
on the page
Scattered reminiscences from my childhood,
What do I see on the snow-globe?
A magical crystal orb placed on my desk,
Reminding me of an elfish smiling face.
My dearest friend gifted me this precious piece,
On my sixteenth birthday to celebrate,
And told me never to forget her,
She was suffering from an incurable disease,
I promised we would never part.
Her memory is imprinted on all my experiences in youth,
Especially the days we were sledding and skating in the snow,
This little orb is the perfect reminder of those exuberant days,
When shaken, I see two playful girls, snow falling incessantly,
Frolicking on the ice, without a care.
She is gone, she left us, the globe remained,
To bring memories of those unforgettable moments,
It is unbelievable how an object apparently insignificant,
Is able to conjure up hundreds of memories,
It will remain at the same spot till I am gone.
Love and friendship, adoration and affection,
All combined - bonded in a precious snow globe witness.
I've watched
Silent
in rooms
Next to
Saints and souls
Stories
Of love
Melt my
heart
Like church
candels
Alone
Feels like
the inside of
A freezer
With the
door shut
I'm
lost
like a blueberry
On the floor
of a supermarket
Your Words
replayed
in a time capsule
Thrown thru space
Snow Globe Memories – Mystic 12-2-25 To Stephanie
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Snow Globe Memories
Bright December sunbeam
Dances through my frosted window
Peeks into a clear orb,
A winter wonderland,
Sitting on my desk.
Snowstorms on demand
No weather report needed or necessary
A best friend gift
Peers back at me with memories
Living within it’s globe.
Two snowflakes,
Each unique as winter’s signature,
Rise up from a perpetual snowstorm
Ever young like our childhood
Of sleds and skates and skis
And catching snowflakes on our tongues.
A winter universe unto itself
That even the scorching summer sun
More birthday parties
And chaotic life storms
Cannot penetrate.
This world of fantasy
And friendship thrives
Without seasons
Even when shaken.