Friends. Poems - Poems about Friends.

Are they really true? At times, I ask myself that? Are they who they pretend to be? Or wearing a sequined mask and hat? But, I do know the ones who are there for me! It’s like sitting with a friend… Beneath acool willow tree. There is a love there, that never expires. Their heart smiles gladly with you, Way far beyond...

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Wandering in the corridors of my heart Somewhere in a mystical part I came across a curious door But It felt like the life's core It was decorated with joyful lights Which had brighten my dark sight On opening the door, the new world emerge I entered it as my heart urge After entering I...

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some fight each other some learn to play together others co-exist ...

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Today I’m grateful to have the kind of friends… with whom I’m lucky enough to me matched… Who, whenever we talk to each other our words seem to have smiles attached. ...

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May we be blessed to be surrounded by family and friends… who are like stars in the morning sky… who, even though we may not see them, it’s nice to know they are nearby. ...

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FRIENDS I thought you were my safe place Someone i could always trust You smiled to my face then turned away Backstabbed me in the cruelest way You took my secrets and made them a game Spread them around and laughed at my pain So i'll flip the switch...

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So you want me to call you my best friend Will you weather storms with me until the bitter end Will i be able to call you in the middle of the night Will you forgive me after we've had a very big fight Will you understand me when others just can't Will you listen to me when i rave...

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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...

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I have so many best friends on PoetrySoup It has been the go-to-place for me to meet people. People from Australia, Africa, New York City, and Texas. I have no idea where some of my best Soup friends live. In the middle of the night, I will get messages from my besties. Many of them have sent me points...

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They were my gentile friends, ones I could count on They stood by me when times were tough A pep talk here, a couch to sleep on there They kept me from falling through cracks Year after year, we shared the cheers and the tears ...

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I’m new to ‘self directed study,’ it’s a construction I’ve never known. It’s kind of a faustian bargain that resembles another self-paced activity—treading water. The program’s like an immersive plunge in deep, choppy, informational seas. On the other hand, instead of dark, crowded auditorium classes, we’ve been studying, on sunny mornings, out by the pool, where...

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Give me a kiss under the mistletoe as Christmas comes but once a year gathering friends and family near and if X is a kiss is kissmas a word if it is it’s the sweetest I’ve heard X marks the spot now Christmas is here peaceful joyful and full of good cheer I’ll give you a kiss here under the mistletoe as Christmas is the time...

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that day in December I remember— I sucked on my soaked tucked-in socks When I saw you–with a neat p.a.c.k of straw on your b.a.c.k I beckoned to you— you came but...

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life feels so e a s y when two true friends f ...

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In office halls, where silhouettes loom, Beware the boss who calls you aside to manipulate, A trap awaits, where whispers seal your destiny, Keep colleague woes locked deep, an unspoken weight. Security's helping hand may hold a test, Expectation's seed, in every coin you nest, Proximity breeds contempt, a subtle art, One day's omission, and you're branded apart. Close friendships forged in workplace...

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