Friends Iambic Pentameter Poems | Examples
These Friends Iambic Pentameter poems are examples of Iambic Pentameter poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Iambic Pentameter Friends poems written by international poets.
Presence of you ignites my heart with joy,
If you go out of sight it makes me sad.
This bond between us always brings me joy,
The world will try to break our steadfast bond
By phone we share some talks of daily life,
And they do keep a watch on all our deeds,
To save my life from those who cause much strife,
Your care for me is praiseworthy, your deeds.
Your plan to fight the world nearby is best,
And keep me hide from them with daring flair,
The efforts to protect our bond are best,
It was you who made it ever to endure.
The friendships full of love and care is boon
To make it fail the world efforts are vain
Marina, Motherina, Baba, Mum!
Reflect upon what your life has become:
Born in Harbin to refugee Russians,
Tossed out by Mao, with mild repercussions.
Aussie girl, country girl, raised by grandmas,
And grandpa and parents (both pains in her ****).
Small school, to high school with penguin-ed nuns,
Bespeckled and bikeless - childhood is done!
Went off to college at Melbourne Uni,
Made friends, stole a goat and earned a degree.
Entered the workforce for airliner doomed,
Later a teaching position assumed.
Married a beardy fresh in from Hungry
(also a Russian circuitously)...
Moved to the suburbs - East of the border,
Had a few children (not in that order).
Two in-laws out back, who helped with offspring,
Replaced by her mum, who started writing.
Son and two daughters, she raised to adult,
Some better than others - not all her fault.
Each offspring took flight, with their other half.
All but the youngest, who forged her own path.
Some grandkids were born, they grew up a bit,
Throw in some church stuff and that's about it.
I swore I’d never let myself get old
That time and I would always be good friends
It’s all just attitude is what I’m told
Well, tell that to my broke back as it bends
I swore I’d never go to bed at nine
The nightlife that I knew would always be
To dance ’til dawn would always be just fine
Well, tell that to my swollen, creaky knee
And yes, I’ll always dress like Brummell, Beau
A tux, a tie to trot around the globe
Don’t look too hard, you wouldn’t want to know
I haven’t left the sofa in my robe
I swore I’d never let my hair go gray
There’s dye for that and for my mustache too
I guess that’s what I thought back in the day
But now a silver fox looks back at you
So in my robe in bed at nine o’clock
With aspirin for my aches and pains in hand
I’m happy with my dreams and missing sock
I’ve had enough damn dancing, ain’t it grand
If ratings give meaning, symbolled with stars,
Then always keep on your ratings radar.
I’m trying to write my best poem by far,
Please rate it between a one and five star.
Lines as, ‘She brakes me as if I’m a car,
While my engine’s roaring like a jaguar!’
What, that’s too simple, need to raise the bar?
Ok, how about some hardy har har.
Like, ‘Friends of mine truly think they’re the Tsar!’
I say ‘Tsk, tsk, Tsar.’ Is that a one star?
Alright, alright let’s try something bizarre,
With a foreign slant; you with me so far?
‘Jones’s travels brought him to a bazaar;
He wanted dinner, but had no dinar.’
Ok folks, please rate that quip from Dakar.
Does it yet approach a two or three star?
Give me one more chance to get up to par,
For the next line may be a real all-star.
‘The sturgeon roe’d his boat for caviar.’
Is that great line worth at least a four star?
Why rate ‘show and tell’ like a kid’s toy car;
Does rating give purpose for who we are?
Ratings are playthings for wanna-be stars.
Still, increasing ratings’ rates is in our,
Need to soar somewhere, maybe way out far.
Yet, let the cosmos govern the five stars.
When I finish this course called life, I'll die;
and be glad, for no more must I be sad;
for I'll know that I gave it my best try,
my best attempt, my all, all that I had.
Until that time, I'll live and just abide;
have faith and trust in God, give thanks and pray;
remember what it's all for, and besides;
though life brings sorrow, in the end today
is all we have. And if along the way,
I can help make this world a better place
(by tearing down man's hate, though it's cliché),
then the love of God manifests His grace
through me. Nothing else matters to me now,
except loved ones, true friends, and rhythmic verse.
Because of His death, I have made my vow:
my past's long gone, and my future's now no worse!
Bitter and sweet runs our inspired affair:
two brooding friends, in crisis of the heart,
suffer turmoil; but like ardent lovebirds,
we soar the same serene currents of air.
Whether coming together or apart,
we shred, then heal, with the raw power of words.
The wax and wane of our ballistic wars,
the ebb and flow of our constant campaigns,
we languish from conflict and division.
But passage through life's swift-revolving doors
transports us where relationship sustains:
with bill of rights, replete with revision.
Robbed of our missed customary foreplay,
two minds deprived of thoughtful intercourse,
we counteract with Platonic romance.
So until the Apocalypse and doomsday,
our friendship outlasts strife with tour de force,
whilst our bipolar swings in the balance.
It's party time again, my furry friends!
Come see the pretty table set for you!
With cups and saucers, teapot- my call sends
an invitation- now come all, please do!
Quick came two Tabbies, one Tuxedo cat,
and our sweet Border Collie, I call Sam-
along with Teddy, who so quickly sat
and growled, "Yes, I am furry too- I am!"
They pay attention to the tales I tell-
to entertain while we all sit and drink.
I know they like my stories very well-
they look at me with happy eyes that wink!
Oh, I'm so very happy when we meet-
enjoy our teatime fun, just them and me.
Our cozy gatherings are such a treat!
I share my love with them- not just my tea!
June twelfth, two thousand twelve, a special date
when all our family had gathered near
to offer tribute and to celebrate,
your birthday, my dear husband- held so dear.
We gathered at a steak house in a park;
some fifty friends and family were there,
with food and drink and birthday cake to mark
your special day- revered with love and care.
You had attained age seventy and five,
a milestone cherished by all those you knew.
A few years back, by-pass kept you alive-
miraculous for sure- and happy you
outlived your dad, granddad, and great-grand too,
who passed from heart disease before their time.
That special birthday brought great hope anew-
for younger members now within their prime.
Still doing well, as you're now eight-four,
and with God's grace, new birthday, come next year-
your eighty-fifth- we'll party even more
and celebrate with thankfulness and cheer!
September 9, 2021
Premiere Contest: A Poem To Your Spouse On His-Her Birthday
Sponsor: Funom Makama
(revision of poem posted 01/26/2016)
To be on a positive note about VMI here is my VMI Poem.
Pat Boone was in the VMI movie. Sometimes when you
criticize something it may raise up your dander but
make you start educating yourself at the same time.
In uniform can always see
What always did satisfy me;
Keydets march with much pride
With a feeling of warmth inside.
We were all present in a parade;
Glad we received a passing grade
And another thing we must reveal;
VMI seems to have so much appeal.
In our dorm room we had to wait
Until we finally would graduate;
Friends and family had been there;
Saw VMI that is beyond compare
Traveler in basement they did store;
We will not see him around anymore;
Heard that his life had safely ended,
Which is what supports all intended.
Horses still will travel high in the sky;
Each day when we see them pass by;
Many memories are in the making;
Friends forever and never forsaking.
God has mace many things a mystery;
Each one has gone down in history;
Some have said I am a wise old sage;
See my poetry and read page to page.
Robert E. Lee's horse Traveler is in
Basement of a VMI building
God Created Unity and Infinity
God made ships including sea and shore;
Our family and friends who we do adore;
Wonderful wife that children would yield;
Friendly farm with flowers found in a field.
For us, God created every day and week;
Those who may be both humble and meek;
Rivers running and tides as they change;
All of the planets and stars neatly arrange.
God caused and created chemical reaction;
Addition, multiplication along with subtraction;
Every inch and, unity combined with infinity;
Homes that God gave us and each amenity
God made great oceans that turn and toss;
For His son to die on, He created a cross;
Much strength and energy to us He gave;
In battle, He taught us how to be brave.
Had been in heaven and God would meet;
Saw Him there sitting on judgement seat;
Regardless of appearance or color of skin;
Saved us from shortcomings and each sin
The dried leafs, After all Beauty gone
Some mature roots immature roots all gone
Like mundane world I Ooze before I lift
The faded dancing leaf on Breeze which left
Road passer I with many legs mine were
Bare quenching squeezing legs like grapes no gears
squeezing the fallen leafs no Ken and eye
On them, Like gleaming lights it look on sky
My ken become as sharp no breath I saw
Yet Beauty gleam, his friends on Zephyr i saw
Beautiful dancing then be on huge stem
As happy as the river flowing stream
The dead is not a dead my heart lift said
After this Beauty fade in truth be not sad
The real awake Unleash and gleam as sun
This re'alm is a pain and sorrow pun
The real beauty need to breath out breath in light
The real beauty need to breath out breath in light
It started with a sniffle one March morn’
When on my car that telltale film appeared
And I knew well this coat it had not worn
For overnight the gleam had disappeared
The grasses and the grains had sprung to life
A tease from leprechauns I do suspect
So thick this film I’d need a carving knife
To find that pristine wax now olive flecked
The wheezing, sneezing found its way to me
As in spring air the pollen count raged strong
Though I’d professed to be allergy free
Friends had predicted this might come along
A strong immune will carry just so far
For late in life hay fever can be born
And not again will I wax my white car
Till fall’s first frost has kissed summer’s last corn
"What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world..." -letter to a soldier's wife
The scourge of war has ripped our lives apart,
Indifferent to the joys that we will miss;
From this land and from your love I must depart,
With time enough for just one final kiss.
Determined that this moment never dies,
A picture on my heart I sorely trace
Of your tearful, somehow yet angelic eyes
And your trembling mouth my saddened lips embrace.
Her Wedding Day
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing,
while from afar, she heard the church bells ring.
Today, they'd pledge their marriage vows so true;
before their friends and kinfolk, say I do.
She reached the terrace off of the third floor;
their chosen chapel, there behind the door.
Alone, she viewed the beauty of the day
and took a moment to thank God and pray.
From here, the City churches pierced the mist;
tall steeples now, below the clouds, sun-kissed.
With a deep breath, she turned to enter now
the place where she and her true love would vow...
He was not there...her heart began to pound!
The seats were filled...to terrace, she turned 'round.
Below, she saw him leave the front door there...
he closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square.
May 11, 2018
Contest: One Nine and Sixteen Upgrade Version
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Required Lines To Use:
Line one: 'The spiral staircase made her high heels sing'
Line nine: 'From here the City churches pierced the mist'
Line sixteen: 'He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square'