Friendship Longing Poems | Examples
These Friendship Longing poems are examples of Longing poems about Friendship. These are the best examples of Longing Friendship poems written by international poets.
Tell you something
Something funny in it itself because
It doesn't sound to make sense.
I intentionally keep around you because
Deep down inside something tells me
"Someday it's going to have to be me to save you"
And I just want to be around you until that day
That's why I stay
Even when you turn a blind eye on me
Even when I pretend to be silent
I still want to be there
Be there around you
Even in the least possible ways that I can.
The youthful days
of hopeful dreams
and tears that trickled
into streams?
Love that flourished
in the sun
and faded
as quickly as it had begun?
Where are they now,
the incense prayers,
high as hopes
to one who cared?
The carefree days
of fearless whims,
the joy of voicing
songs and hymns?
Where are they now
the closest friends,
who said that
friendship never ends?
They're hidden within
my dream-filled sleep;
the sands of time
have buried them deep.
Your letters bring joy
All the colors of kindness
Kindle Dawn's soft flame
I've never a friend like you before
Never a close confidante
The person you are I just simply adore
No better a friend I could want
In common all things, not from bias I say
But the fact is the fact is it's true
Regardless if ever we'll see our someday
My best friend will always be you
Thank you when you think of me
Thank you when you call
Thank you for your amity
Thank you for it all
Thank you that you call me friend
We know we'd like it more
If we could love until the end
Who knows the plan in store?
Thank you for the poetry
Thank you for the songs
Thank you when you message me
The moment my heart longs
May you ever always know
My love for you will never go
Thank you J for all you do
Thank you just for being you
Every now and then
I wonder about you
If you're still feeling blue
And maybe need a friend?
I can't seem to send
A 'hi' or 'how are you'
Unsure how to continue
From our bitter end.
I can't just pretend
There isn't a grey hue
Lurking between us two
That time does deepen.
I know I messed up then
But can't I start anew?
After all we've been through
Let me try and amend.
You may think I'm a fiend
Who is fine without you
But ever since we unglued,
There remains in me, a dent.
I'm not trying to defend
My actions towards you
But admit I'm a coward who
Misses her best friend
And can't say it but only pen.
The Space You Leave
I have grown fond of the silence you left,
Not empty,
Just echoing Grace.
It wears your scent in quiet corners,
And breathes like you
In every space.
Your laugh still lingers in the air,
A melody the dusk replays,
Soft as secrets in the dark,
Bold as light
that never stays.
I don’t speak of missing you,
Not quite.
But if I did,
It would sound like this:
A pause,
A look,
A low half-smile,
A memory...
I wouldn’t dare dismiss.
Come back,
Even if it is just to tilt the room,
With nothing more
But your perfume.
Oh the space you leave
Love
Love and friendship is,
one soul within two bodies,
hearts that beat as one.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
I was helpless,
I was shining.
You were knowing.
and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
You were ready.
Age is just a number, you said
grinning broadly like a
little girl repeating a loving fib.
You wanted a protector,
a guardian of devotion.
But I am not your Paul Bunyan,
the mighty timberman in your dreams.
In my twilight, I remember so many
mighty forests burning to cinder.
Frailty disintegrates the will.
Big-strong-protecting-men wilt with age.
They offer their pleading eyes,
longing to be cradled.
Maturity is mortality ticking.
I was helpless,
I was shining.
You were knowing,
and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
what if what we had was temporary
a momentary glance of happiness
of freedom
of joy
of reckless youth
a time of love and carelessness
maybe that was where our memory is supposed to stay
maybe it wasn’t meant to continue on into this decade.
Maybe the sun never rose up again after it set that summer.
As the sun emerged from its slumber,
lifting the veil of night.
The frost melted,
and awakened the flowers and leaves.
Nectar began to flow,
spreading its fragrance around,
bees and butterflies
danced around the bloom.
Male birds built their nests,
and the mates arrived.
Warmed by the tender rays of the sun,
I turned to a gentle breeze
and came by your side.
Whispered love into your ears
and held your cheeks in my hands,
drawing you close,
and savored the nectar of your lips.
In your nape, I paused,
and filled around your neck,
between the bosoms
and on the frosty tips,
the whirlpool and hidden depths,
leaving traces of my essence.
As I brushed your feet
and moved away,
my gaze lingered only on you.
But you never knew,
and you never heard,
the melody sung by this gentle breeze.
To you, it was just a fleeting breeze,
while I carried the weight of love.
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The night whispered as I stirred
and I lingered under a warm blanket
before walking barefoot
through a narrow hallway.
I’d been sick in the morning
angry at work-
and I didn’t know why.
Earlier in the night a friend and I
talked about politicians
and he showed me a thick book
of poems, he called modern.
I said I read more recent poems.
He was sad, and I was tired
and I drove him home.
We spoke about our lives
and I talked about my losses
things I was struggling to understand.
The night was still.
I talked about what I
settled for,
what I was meant to be
and I felt my heartbeat.
I knew I was living
to write another poem.
Streetlights shone stars
and when I got back home
I listened to speakers on TV
for inspiration and to a song
to soothe my soul.
I turned on my laptop
saw a prompt to write
about dreams within dreams.
The prompt stirred
within chambers of my heart
before I slipped into a dark room
and went to bed.
The chapter I'm writing
starts with this setting
a side street that goes
for a block and ends
at a ravine.
Boxes are stacked
in the hallway.
The crimson trees outside
are still, but I know
something stirs.
The laptop screen glows
as I write.
I'll close the cover soon
but the story never ends.
A veil of clouds hides the sky.
I'll grab a quick bite
and do my laundry
for something clean to wear.
A birthday card I meant to send
lies on the floor. The friend wrote
that he moved from his house
to assisted living, his life shrinking
from seven rooms to two.
I cried when it rained last night
for a woman I once loved.
It is November
and the weather is changing.
I moved here three weeks ago
and occupied the second floor
to find my time and place.
From close to distant, we drifted away,
A smile once warm feels foreign today.
Like strangers again, we awkwardly greet,
Casual glances where my heart used to beat.
It’s strange to think somebody so near,
Could vanish like clouds and simply disappear.
I know I’m to blame for the things that went wrong,
But what’s in the past can’t change with a song.
I’m sorry I struggled with communication,
I’m not like others, skilled in conversation.
I wish I were better at knowing what to say,
I could have pulled you close instead of pushing away.
In the end, I think it’s better this way,
We greet, we nod, then silently walk away.
Though time may pass, the memories still play,
It feels like ages, though it was just months away.
For some reason, he has me even after ending our season,
For that same reason, he includes me in his daily things,
The reason being what he has for me is his secret longings.