Rhyme Friend Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Friend poems are examples of Friend poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Friend Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Farewell to my small town
I left there Sunday
Turned my back on my friends
What can I say
Seems an election of mine
was a tad out of line ...
I'm heartsick already
for this I'm too old
Without my companions
I'm not quite so bold
as to proclaim small towns
breed only small minds ...
Though alas, no room in their hearts
for even one different kind
Simplicity
by Frank Daub
I showed a wooden pencil to a friend.
He tried to give attention
going directly to the end
of the pointed lead.
“You have to sharpen that,” he said,
analyzing quickly my waste of time.
He preferred drop-down menus
on miniscule screens
while waiting in a line.
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
I am the warm embrace that breaks the chill,
The steady anchor when the waters rise,
I am the quiet peace that cures your ill,
The golden truth beneath untroubled skies.
I hold your trembling hand against the storm,
I guide your tired steps into the light,
To keep your fragile, weary spirit warm,
And watch you safely through the darkest night.
I am your faithful shield, your closest friend,
The heart that beats in rhythm with your own,
I promise I will guard you to the end,
So you will never have to walk alone.
Step closer now, and let me lock the door—
I am the surgeon, and you are on the floor.
With every word spoken in flame,
We burnt our bridges, played the game.
Letters to ash,
Actions too rash,
The ravine is widening, we can't turn back
Our past is broken, now we fear attack.
Burn or mend.
Instead let's speak words with grace,
Bridging the gap, reclaiming our place.
Letters take form,
Actions preform,
No turning back, it's not just a bridge rebuilt,
But a mended past, from all of our guilt
Blown glass heart slowly expanding.
With every breath they choose to lend you.
Pouring their heaviest selves into you.
You're quickly contracting while they're resting.
Shaping you into a vessel of misuse.
Blown glass heart cooling and cracking.
Timeless masterpiece shattering.
The fillers spilling out, red-faced and laughing.
No blowers left to be found
no lenders of breaths
no fillers of vessels
no more compounding interest
no angel to sweep you from the abyss.
The heart is still there, though in mosaic.
Your beauty was never in how they seesawed you
but how you see, saw you.
Life's beating mosaic in cornflower blue.
For my friends and family
who even though they’ve passed…
or there’s a distance between us of many miles…
I’m grateful I have stored within my mind
the memory of their smiles.
A tower carved from heavy stone,
It braves the raging, timeless sea,
Where ancient wooden ships were blown,
By winds that whistled wild and free.
The keeper climbs the spiral stairs,
To trim the wick and light the flame,
Through bitter frost and salty air,
To guide the ships without a name.
With whale-oil fire and iron gears,
It pierced the heavy, choking fog,
A savior through the passing years,
Recorded in the Captain's log.
Through naval wars and trading booms,
The lens revolved with steady grace,
To rescue crews from watery tombs,
And mark this rugged, lonely place.
Though modern beams now take the lead,
The weathered structure stands sublime,
A monument to human need,
Defying all the rust of time.
I saw a wild daisy, and it made me think of you.
Standing tall and strong, out of rocky soil it grew.
A sadness crept over me like none I ever knew.
I missed the nearness of you.
Your smile, our chats, holding your hand.
When I saw that flower defiantly stand,
sunny face upturned towards the sky
I am reminded that death is not goodbye;
perhaps this is you come to say hi.
Walking down a country road
I fell upon a baby bear talking with a hare.
They look like they were long time friends that didn't have a care.
How are you today said the baby bear standing up with his arms in the air.
I have a little problem today said the hare
But no one seems to care.
I can't seem to find where I put my carrots yesterday
I have looked everywhere even in the barn in the big stack of hay.
My carrots seem nowhere to be found.
My friend can you please help me track them down.
The two friends wandered off
In search of the carrots,
Along the way they found a trail that led them to a feret.
The ferret had a belly ache
You see he ate all of hare's carrots..
What a naughty feret
Fly brother fly
Those wings weren’t meant to be bound
Over the seas to heaven where grace does resound
And as the bereft
We shall visit you often where memories are kept
Grandparents we heed for years and always know
Elders mistakenly disparaged and derided
Welders of life why families are mended
Or whom we never had, to honor and yow
my robot friend and me
got caught in the rain you see
pouring rain
hope no pain
now we call him Rusty