Friends Iambic Pentameter Poems | Examples
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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!
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!
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
When I was young, my weekends started with
an after-supper bonus Friday nights—
soft drinks and candy bars. We watched one of
three channels while we relished these delights.
In college, Friday nights meant a reprieve—
a brief one—from those tomes that ruled my day.
Sometimes I dated or went out with friends.
I couldn’t let life be all work-no play!
Career choice is one key to happiness
and satisfaction. I remember great
rewards and challenges throughout the years—
and FRIDAYS. Sometimes I could hardly wait.
Retired, I’m now my grandkids’ driver, cook,
etcetera. I go that extra mile.
I’m not as busy as I used to be;
still, going home on Fridays makes me smile.
entered in Brian Strand's Premiere Contest 140 on April 12, 2018
Lay forth in front of me my will and soul
To speak of such things to occur are told
I, therefore seek refuge amongst the wild
Now turning my attention to myself
As I have come into this world alone
I've made and lost close friends along the way
Always shall we move through this universe
In constant rest, nothing is motionless
Come hail or shine we will remain in time
A blue daisy, my love, I offer you
On each petal, I leave a kiss come true
Don't search for my heart for I've lost it now
A new day shall dawn for you and your life
And new memories be made just for you
Never realising life the real dream
As one petal falls a new one shall grow
How can this be? I searched the meaning of
my name and, to my great surprise, I find
some things seem so familiar with the love
of what's important in my heart and mind.
Devotedly intense and known for grace-
this name says she creates unique ideas.
Productive goals fill up her time and space,
and sweet rewards abound over the years.
She loves to learn and is inquisitive,
and people like her altruistic heart.
Yet she must mind her want to do and give
does not become one's 'take for granted art'.
Creatively outgoing, made to share
and be respected- valued by her friends
for the accomplishments that she can pair
with inborn talents she with love attends.
These traits appear beneath my given name;
somehow I feel for me, they are the same.
In older writes today I take a peek
I read what brings me joy and what brings pain
A message left: a gift that I still seek
I see a face, and tears fall fast like rain
The writes and rhymes have chronicled my life
Like dearest friends the words bring solace deep
What grieves my heart is some remembered strife
I read again. I smile, I sigh, I weep.
Some of the poets now have passed away
And others now are silent, no reply
I wonder once again what might I say
to make those days return. I have to try
I cherish every sign in every rhyme
Of where I was, and where I've come to be
The journey that I take, is quite sublime
I'll write until I taste eternity.
Eileen Manassian