Betrayal Friend Poems | Examples
These Betrayal Friend poems are examples of Friend poems about Betrayal. These are the best examples of Friend Betrayal poems written by international poets.
Just like that —
Bridges fall hard
Like a pile of sticks
In your backyard
Against deceit,
Be on your guard
And of betrayal, be wary
A bond that lasted
Twenty years
One day, wake up —
Disappears
A shroud of darkness,
Anger and tears
Like a coal mine eating a canary
So don’t look down —
When you’re crossin’ that mighty Styx
And your friends line up for the gauntlet
As they try to get in their licks
A friend in need?
Who needs that?
Inconvenience
Is like old hat
And we won’t sit where
Poor dupes have set
On the idiot stools of loyalty
Yeah, selfishness
Is a better bet
Bet the coins on your eyes
What you can get
From the shore of memory,
The sun will set
And each of us will feel like royalty
So don’t look down
Tryin’ to make a safe passage
Into later life
But holdin’ onto old relationships
Is like standin’ on a sharpened knife
No don’t look down —
You’re crossin’ that River Styx
Where your friends line up for the gauntlet
Tryin’ to get in last licks
i feel so stupid
i actually believed you loved me
i believed every lie
how could i know it wasn't true?
it all seemed so real
the smiles, the laughs
every time you were there for me
how much of it was fake?
i forget you're an actor
and you're really good at it too
you can easily play any role you're given
it makes sense you could pretend to love me
you have me on your strings
they're on my limbs
controlling my every move
holding on so tight
i can't break free
i'm like your puppet in a way
i do what you want me to do
i act how you want me to act
it's like i'm wearing a mask but
i'm hiding all your truths underneath it
i know you so well
better than you know
yet it's like i don't know you at all
i would've never expected this from you
i changed when i found out the lies
i've never been able to look at you the same
i question everything you say and do
but i didn't change to you
i stayed the same
pretended i didn't know
because i think you forget
i'm an actor too
i'm a shirt in the depths of your closet
shoved so far back
i'm not sure you even remember i'm here
it wasn't always this way
i used to be your favorite
i remember the day you found me
it was like love at first sight
i half expected you to leave me on the dressing room floor
cold, dark, empty
you didn't though
you took me with you
and we went everywhere together
we made so many memories
you hung me back in the closet once
i expected you to take me out again
i waited
and waited
you opened the door again
i thought you were going to grab me
you reached for me
but you grabbed the shirt in front of me
your new favorite
i waited
and waited and waited again
but i only got pushed farther back
you open the door
i figured you'd reach right past me like the last times
but you grabbed me
this is all i had been wishing for
we were together once more
you take one look at me
reflecting on our past together
then you toss me away in a small box
cold, dark, empty
why wouldn't you do that from the start?
leave me on that dressing room floor?
why take me
only to leave me in the end?
Be aware of a verb, thats emerging..From an Aussie, it has been formed, And its Now surging.' Quite
Descriptive and gritty, Aimed first off at canberra
City, where the originals (are said to be spawned?)
You don't need its description, its scar is real hard old friend' a strong
Valediction.' Of how low? You are thought in your descend.' It sends a shiver through men, and even the
Ladies.' This is way worse; than that vile
Jab..But here now I'll give it a stab' ya'know even; blind freddy will make a run, if it trends..He truly fears it.' would rather
Remain blind.' than to hear it..Mates stay awake
And your honour defend.' Be a drunk, be a druggie, thief
Or even a thuggie.' But never a TWOT..Here i' stand as
Your mate to the end.'
?? "Bestie Became Enemy"
Bestie became enemy, sharp like a knife,
I never thought you'd cut me out of your life.
I gave you my secrets, my soul, my trust,
Now all that's left is broken dust.
You knew my pain, you held my hand,
I thought you'd always understand.
But jealousy grew where love should stay,
And now your kindness fades away.
You smiled while you watched me fall,
Laughed behind every fake call.
The bond we had has lost its shine,
Your heart was dark, while I gave mine.
Now you smile with my worst enemy,
You cherish my pain, not what once set me free.
You've become a thorn, deep in my flesh,
Your presence no longer feels warm or fresh.
But I’ve learned the truth, I’ve seen the signs,
Not all sweet souls walk straight lines.
You were my sister, now you’re my test,
I let you go — and wish you the best.
Gone in sight and sound,
But drift in silence, lost in space.
Old laughs now echo, thin and cold,
In rooms where warmth forgot to hold.
We were a fire, bold and bright
Now just ashes in the night.
I reach, but memory won’t stay near,
Just ghosts that whisper, “you were here".
Latakia, Syria
My ship berthed there when Bashar al-Assad, the vile
When a dictator was in power, I found a peaceful town
Dressed in a European manner, there were many shops
selling all sorts of wares, and the police wore sidearms
not machineguns
Latakia had an atmosphere of peace
Then suddenly, rumor had it that Bashar had jailed thousands
Many people were tortured and killed
The USA turned against him, mainly
because of a Russian base nearby, proof that Assad was
on the wrong side of a conflict that appeared to
be based on lies
In the end, Bashar al-Assad fled to Russia, and Syria was free
One wonders what happened to the thousands of
tortured prisoners, said to be freed
no blink, no bluff—
just rust-bitten bikes
on a gravel road,
grip slipping, brakes optional.
we called it honing our craft,
we didn’t dodge.
we needed the crash—
proof we meant it,
authentication we weren’t just
trading truths for dopamine
and DMs.
some bicycles
are built to survive
impact.
mine wasn’t one of them.
You were there when I needed you the most,
just for you to disappear into the night like a vengeful ghost.
The texts you sent broke my heart,
cause deep down I never wanted us to part.
My biggest Fear,
was for you to disappear,
and for you to pass from sight like fire in the snow.
I used to glow brighter than the flame,
but you were the oxygen to my fuel.
yet you were so cruel.
Our bond was unbreakable, but you shattered it.
Like the words we shared meant nothing.
Our friendship ended in a blink
and you watched me sink and drown in your eternal swamp.
I can forever wish for our friendship to recrudesce, but not many it would impress.
So hopelessly I wait, for a bond as strong as ours to re appear
As I cherish our friendship like an old, forgotten souvenir.
I gave up on everything, I gave up on everyone.
I know this is a heaven, but I just don't think it was meant for me.
If you knew me you would judge me for all those mistakes
So like the rest of us I carry this smile on my face and act like everything is alright as I try not to break.
My smile is like the love you gave me but all along it was fake
Holy Gabriel evil Michael
Pot calling kettle black
Thieves of righteousness
With demonized hands.
Holy Uriel evil Raphael
Birds of the same feather
Father condemning son
Innocent criminal criminalizing Innocent.
Holy David evil Uriah
Evil Sheba holy Bethsheba
One lost a husband the other had none
Bloody Mary turned Angel Katherina.
Holy Satan evil God.
They're always right and you're wrong always
Satan judging demons for a pie
Friend selling friends for money and unquenchable greed.
The serpent's hiss, a venomous dart,
Is honest hate, a tear right to the heart.
But you, you whisper honeyed lies so sweet,
A camouflage, a cunning, cruel deceit.
You smile so wide, a painted mask of care,
While in your eyes, a chilling, vacant stare.
You pat my back, you offer words of praise,
And plant the seeds of doubt in countless ways.
The open foe, I know where they will strike,
Their hatred burns, a flickering, harsh light. I brace myself,
I steel against the blow, at least their malice, I can surely know.
But you, dear friend, are a viper in disguise,
Your poison spreads beneath my very skies.
You bleed me slowly, with a gentle touch,
A double-faced betrayer that's what you are.
You're the worst kind of hater, who likes to stay hidden behind closed walls,
You whisper made stories that should never be told.
I rather have an honest hater, though bitter, they are still truer, than hollow love, projected false by you.
The Watershed
There was a time when 45. I thought life had passed me by
I had spent too much time seeing the night train leave.
Through the rain, the soaked train windows saw people
reading others looked into space, some were crying
My friends had drifted away, and my old mate
Trond had found God, and to think we sat all night long
talking about books, and in the morning, we went out with
his boat fishing, drinking cold beer and falling asleep
the sun danced on the blue water in the fjord
wind from the dark mountain didn’t blow.
The best women, too, lost patience and took the tram home
To Mum and your dad, waiting for you to grow up.
At 45, your parents begin dying, and the impossible
happens you are a floating iceberg lost in a glass of whisky.
And just as wheels on suitcases were invented, you grow up
Polish your shoes and find that little cabin in a hidden
valley has a leaking roof and has been waiting just for you.
I am still holding on,
Holding on to what we were,
Even though you’re gone.
The silence, filled with whispers of turbulence
Crashed against the tide of an ephemeral moment
Perhaps fate has a strange way of entwining chaos
And we're meant to tie its loose ends with muddy hands
The affinity to tangle even the simplest ties
Is perhaps what's most befuddling
Yet I stand here
Pondering on this connection-
With our fitted glances and stolen good-byes
Could it have been any different?