Friends Light Verse Poems | Examples
These Friends Light Verse poems are examples of Light Verse poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Light Verse Friends poems written by international poets.
dingaling I heard
your mind mingled
within hearing
just that singular
sensation of
bully for you
I would cry
or would scream
likely run
downstream
if I knew what you
were thinking
but
thank God
most surliness
surfs with its dread
not out of the mouth
for we rarely mean
what we think
as
our mind machines
turning over and over
tumbling, bumbling
about
and keeping friends
doesn’t let our inner
beast out
I am an hour early to the restaurant to meet my friends
Some people might think this Is silly
It was planned
This gives me an hour to write while I wait
If the music was turned down, it would be a bit nicer
Twin boys who looked to be twelve walked past the window.
I am glad they put me here
twins always inspire a story
because I am a twin
and a writer
No burial
When I died, my family didn’t dare bury me in a grave.
They knew, without a doubt, I'd only misbehave ~
that I'd party with the germs,
and have sleepovers with the worms,
and give the bacteria all that they crave.
So, just a lousy cremation
When I watched them cremate my body,
I thought their work was just a little bit shoddy.
I woulda preferred
if the fire had been hotter by a third,
and if my friends had been invited over
to toast me with a hot toddy.
When I paint I will listen to my friends via the phone line.
I put them on speaker.
I rarely ever call them any other time.
Unless I am driving.
I have mastered the skill of throwing in pauses and sighs at the right time.
My “hmmm?”s “what’s” and “okay then”’s are semi-automtic.
I congratulate myself on getting by with this
until I ask “What was their name again?”
and they say “Jesus”.
the students parade in all clean and pristine
squealing in delight as they spy friends
loving the idea of a new school year
dragging out seven hours later
bedraggled and upset,
angry about something
Throw me in jail
I will sing your praises
Start a riot
Burn my bed and my bra
Cause a ruckus
Enjoy making new friends
Just don’t put me in there alone
tea? the older lady invited.
the old man declined.
He was not much of a tea drinker.
This happened daily for years.
One day it was colder than other days.
Tea?
The old man nodded.
She poured him a glass of whiskey.
So this is what he had been missing?
She gave him a twinkle eyed look.
He never refused tea again.
They became friends too.
My friend came in wearing the oddest expression.
I thought someone had died, my first impression.
She has a new job, pays as much as she makes here.
Will get more appreciation, that is abundantly clear.
I did not understand the tears, in no way did see….
“I will miss you, “she said. “You always avidly support me.”
Surely there are other people in her life who lift her up!
We will be friends forever, I tell her. I am your pup!
Stuck in the past lane
He drove a '64 Ford Fairlane
Listened to early Beatles and Beach Boys
Collection of Pet Rocks, his favorite toys
Ate sandwiches on Wonder Bread
Dreams of Twinkies swirling in his head
Favorite campaign slogan was 'I like Ike'
Tooled around on a Schwinn 3-speed bike...
Roger's friends teased him, calling him 'chicken'
'Til his adrenaline really kicked in
Thinking he'd take up the art of Kung Fu
Brave Roger made a wish ~ snapped his pelvis in two
In the sweet dusk of the yum yum tree we sat on a branch
Leopard gave me a slight stare, not to scare you, he said.
I laughed; we had been friends for a long time, I was not afraid.
Our friendship was worth more to him than a few bites of meat.
I would taste horrible, I told him. My flesh is sunburned.
Not your tummy, he told me.
This gave me pause.
Happy National Dog Day, PS!
Beagle, boxer, poodle, pug,
Airedale, cocker spaniel, terrier,
Shiatsu, pom, or something furrier,
Pedigreed or cur-ish mug,
Dogs make our lives ever so much merrier.
We pick up after, poof, and pamper them,
But, never like our kids,
Do we with the Ten Commandments try to hamper them.
Consider how they often make us break with number Seven,
And other blasphemies they might incur if there were Eleven.
But for all their sins they make amends
With apologetic eyes, and ingratiating grins.
We try holding out, but in the end,
A sloppy kiss, first us then them,
A wag, a hug, and we're best friends again.
Lackluster is my middle name
You see, I’m rather ordinary
To renown I have no claim,
I’m to be expected, customary.
Some call me rather mediocre
In truth, I know I’m mundane
Certainly not a powerbroker,
I’ll be unquestionably plain,
Admitting I’m not very smart
But I do know my way around
And, friends, I’ve a good heart
My feet firmly on solid ground.
Written August 24, 2022
She is forty-seven, but insists on being with our twenty-five-year-olds.
I have heard her in the office hallway begging to be invited to things.
I will bring a really good present if you invite me to your wedding.
I will buy a round of drinks if you let me come to your Friday night deal.
How did a person arrive at forty-seven and not have friends?
I am unsure why she is so needy, but she is in all of their social posts.
Throwing hatchets, on a sail boat, at their baby showers.
Her smile seems forced, but not as forced as the two next to her.
If they did not invite her, would she stalk them?
Wait outside their homes?
Follow their cars to the event?
Part of me says YES.
It's a wonderful thing to have a friend
Although good friends are fairly rare,
In one's lifetime they come and go
A good friend you can't afford to spare.
Written June 15, 2022
They call her parakeet girl.
If you can get past that, you will have a lot in common.
She came into the restaurant wearing her friends.
They were all over her head, one kept pecking a kiss on her face.
Are you parakeet girl? He asked her.
Are you psychic? She replied.