Him Friend Poems | Examples
These Him Friend poems are examples of Friend poems about Him. These are the best examples of Friend Him poems written by international poets.
I don't understand this trend
I don't like where we're going
In.
Somebody who don't like me and
Never did
Wanna see me baffled when she
has her first kid
To be the there common ground
To be in luxury when I am unwhined
Don't wanna be the bruint of your
Jokes
At least with her I have hope
Babe ain't no dispute when I am with you
Adagio Bassia see-ah
There ain't no dispute
Tell that puke-fool of yours to leave me alone
Like the Dells said when all the Goodies Gone
Is it shame on me
Want you in my corner
That's how a true love should be
Nah but you got them phrases
Like I am a ho
It like this
I that and simple
Get it right to app the oah
Let your ex be your coach
Let say it's so like it's ah movie
Got your grooving stufguess you tryna groove me
To marry me takes
Ah thyme o fair
Couple shall we
Groove me if you dare
I want your baby
Cum inside me
Don't that sound real crazy
Spent my thyme wiff you
Tell me what's next
Tell me what we going do
My friend is sad and so am I
For different reasons I ask Him, ‘why?’
He looks at me neither bold nor blue.
A light glows pink in merry hue.
She called me up and poured her mind
I felt the same, of a different kind.
When spirit’s measure stretched at length
I woke up to find, I’ve lost all strength.
She has been trying to dry out her tears
While I here, myself was driving my fears.
No one to share my feelings drawn
I gathered strength to fill her morn.
With laughter and light she retired to bed
I worked the night, was awake instead.
Today it was told it’s not required
I had my share of the pain I shared.
Then reasoned out ‘was it all meant
To surrender my wisdom or my strength?’.
He looked at me and waited long-------
Till I blew my breath of scorn
Was that how You cleaned my eyes?
Was it healthy for the spirit to rise?
My friend’s laughter at the end of the call
Made me realize once and for all
My hard work somewhere has paid me well
I have reasons for love to dwell.
Love for Him came naturally, through,
I looked at Him and felt so blue-----
He could have gone but He never did.
He had to show me my greatest need.
So sorry Charlie, that your gone, my heart tells me you are even stronger now, like the force of light you are shining bright in our heart and mind.
That you are now part of the bigger force of God, that moves all around like the sun and moon.
That your life was so well done, that God chose you to come home, he put his arms around you and said Well done Charlie.
Your life was so amazing, you inspired so many for God, you gave love and kindness to all.
We love and miss you so much, we are praying for all your loved ones.
I am remembering Jesus’s life and how short it was, yet today we remember him so well, like Jesus we will never forget you, we will honor all of your life’s works.
Many hated Jesus and killed him, but he lives on, making a path for all of us to follow home. Charlie you did the same, you light a path that is so bright all the world can see the light.
Death is not the end, as Jesus told us, it is only the beginning of our true life. Charlie you light a path for all the world, and today and forever we will hold all your words close to our heart.
Lifting Prayers to God, today and always.
Wisdom he passed on to school children in his travels.
Active man with no pretenses.
Good Man that was a recovering alcoholic
Oasis of knowledge.
Nature had captivated his lifestyle.
Joining him in his travels were Sugar Foot his saddle horse.
Offbeat from the mainstream lifestyle.
His home, two covered wagons pulled by six mules.
Negativity had no part of his life.
If you are looking for me..Its a lost cause i say
I seem to grow more distant and different day by day.' I
Once held ideals and ideas of what man I
Should be..Then Jesus came up cliose to be in front'
And I don't care now..For what once I prized
In truth it was but irrelevance, in deceptive guise.' The Light of Jesus..Is above all worldly worth
In Him, is my identity.' May I loose to Him all
Self importance, unto the new birth."
As a young kid back in the hood,
It was just me and a pet friend~
He was the joy of my childhood~
His remembrance would never end.
I called him Pup as a puppy,
Because the poops he made me pack,
Whenever he ate hushpuppy~
Which I enjoyed as a noon snack.
His name later changed to Hot Dog,
When that became his preferred meal.
At mealtime he'd happily jog,
Since dog food was then his raw deal.
He assisted in all my chores,
He followed me to every place~
He used to greet me on all fours,
From home to school, he kept his pace.
While returning home from my school,
On one hot summer afternoon,
He fell and got drowned in a pool,
To his death, I failed to attune.
Years passed, his memory lives on,
No pet has again brought the joy~
Of those beautiful days bygone,
His pawprints linger in my heart.
Keeto the apple of my eye,
Centre of attraction, smart yet shy,
The little diamond - handsome and naughty,
A new milestone- my baby prince turns 40!
Creeping into mom and my heart,
Always loved and admired though far apart,
Champion in golf, colorful in art,
Keeto! My little star is class apart!!
Full of empathy and very humble,
Smart and stunning, yet so simple,
With soft blue eyes that always sparkle,
With a cute smile he flashes those dimples!
Exemplary and radiant like the sun,
Keeto my precious gem is second to none,
Versatile and talented rolled into one,
Admired, cherished, adored & envied by everyone.
Born from my heart, to my mum he is a son,
Shining bright like the midnight sun ,
He is a superstar, pumpkin photo award he won,
He is extra ordinary , my scottish little one..
Reaching a new milestone, on a new journey he embarks,
Leaving his footprints on different landmarks,
With exuberance he defines benchmarks,
Well aware ,CEO position for him is earmarked
On his Ruby Jubilee today,
Mom and Rima from far away,
From our hearts where he stays,
We shout loud Keeto Happy Birthday!!!
Trump’s stuck-up pin playing adrift,
Here’s fig leaf of his haughty brief:
‘On verge of nuclear war
How two neighbours next door
Were stopped, thanks to my trade tariff’.
Not his policy pick,
Rather personal pique
That might drive two friends off the cliff.
___________________________
Happenings | 45.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: Trump feels that if lies are repeated umpteen times they turn into truths. Keeping this in mind he throws in statistics to support his grand policy postures. India has rebuffed him often on Indo-Pak matters, short of calling him a liar. But he goes on like a stuck-up Gramophone record.
(“Pema”, 2011, original oil)
The Summer of Love
Pema the old pug
Will turn 15 in a couple of months
And something tells me
This will be our last summer together.
But this summer he’s still here
Still beside me as he sleeps, with
The softest coat and even softer ears,
But what is softest of all
Is the place he’s made in my heart.
A dog’s love is inexplicable after all
Because they give their all
And bring out the same in kind in us.
I’m not saying Pema has brought out the best in me
But I’d like to think I’ve given him a glimpse
At least.
In 15 years we’ve shared a lifetime
One I know I will never
Or ever could ever
Live again,
And that whatever time will eventually take from us
It can never take that
Or should I say, this… while I still can.
(8/27/25)
Lavender
On a milestone in a small town, I sat trying to write
a poem, and a man sat on a wooden bench watching
me; he had a newspaper on his lap. A cat under a car
was watching him; perhaps he gave it something to eat
from time to time. With a sigh, I put my notebook back
into the side pocket of my jacket. No poem today.
The man began reading his newspaper, and the cat looked
away and began grooming itself. A bus stopped two
elderly ladies alighted, bags full of shopping, and all was
back to normal, but I remember the air of summer dust
diesel fumes and the aroma of lavender.
My best friend walks beside my soul,
Not always seen, but always whole.
We talk in ways the world won’t hear,
In jokes and jabs and thoughts sincere.
We’re echoes in a common shell,
Two minds where one truth loves to dwell.
We share the heat of daily light,
And wrap each other through the night.
55 seconds still, no sound,
Yet louder peace is rarely found.
In silence, storms begin to slow,
We trade our highs, confess our low.
One day, the world will understand,
How friendship doesn’t need a hand.
Just rigorous, kind observation
A glance, a pause, a revelation.
I met him once not far, not wide,
But looking from the other side.
A mirror framed our secret blend
Myself, and still—my truest friend.
I don't even like this wine that I'm drinking,
But it's here,
It might stop me from thinking.
Tonight he grabbed me and threw me,
Onto the ground.
Then his foot landed in my ribs,
I still hear the sound;
The hollow thump,
A gasp leave my lungs;
Him shouting at me
"you had enough?".
Yeah, I have.
I'm sick of all of this sh*t.
Every push, every insult, every slap, every hit;
You might have said sorry,
but you did it again.
I think worst of all,
Is I gave my best friend all this grief.
And I don't mean you,
I mean the only one who cares when you hurt me.
I mean the one who showed me kindness,
And who loved me for free.
And she's not going to stay for me forever,
Because I can't even choose me.
And I know that's it's wrong so I say I'll leave
And then instead of breathe I can only grieve
And you should grieve me because you're driving me away
But instead I'll miss you and I'll fold in a day.
But you keep on adding onto the stress;
And then I'm upset, so I go and tell her.
Now we're in a place where nobody could express,
How deep in all of our veins runs your hurt.
Stun me.
Rewind your music.
Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you.
Listen—
the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back.
Brush the cobwebs from your eyes.
Reignite.
Slip into your own pocket.
Become your own muse.
A compass. A flame.
Listen to your pulse.
Move where your body leads.
Unravel the ache.
Open the door.
Let joy rush in.
Tousle your hair.
Wriggle your shoulders.
Fall, unbraced, into your dream.
Take the wheel.
Lock the door.
Shape your new world—
one breath, one spark, one word at a time.
Let the ocean
crash against the rocks of your love.
Braid wildflowers into your hair.
Blow bubbles—
let smoke and romance fill the space between you.
Angel-winged, glitter-eyed,
under a star-stung night—
but still,
your eyes shine brighter.
Astral projection is nice.
But real life is better.
So—
snuff out the candle.
Empty the vase.
Kiss the memory of him goodbye.
Turn your face up
towards the open door.
And let in the daylight.
The burn of the urn
spills on the floor.
I am not what you carry.
Let me be.
Let me go.
I will wait for you in the shade.
Then, when it’s your turn—
we will turn the page.
Joy of the Lord is my strength
Humble in His sight I am weak
Following the Christ in me
Worshipping on my knees
Falling down on my face
Walking in truth and grace
Not a religious trick but
It’s about the relationship
In the valley He walks beside me
He sits at the table with me
In the presence of my enemies
For thou art with me (Psa23)
Life more abundantly comes
To those who choose to follow Him
God’s ways are a wonderful mystery
Trust He weaves a beautiful tapestry
Lord of hosts
King of glory (Psa24:10)
Tender mercies
Lovingkindnesses (Psa25:6)
(Written by ScottM 8/1 Praise the Lord)
There is too much silence after death
From the one who leaves and the ones bereft
And the ones bereft are the ones who need
The One who's defeated death and birthed belief
A belief in Him (that's God's advice)
Finds relief in Him our intercessory Christ