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.
FELICA
Felica, Felica
I cannot help even dreaming
of you my friend
It has been many hard years
But I would be honored to full fill
your long awaited unfulfilled
birthday wish
Problem is we are far apart-
I am not sure where you are
but imagine it's still Redding
and I am beyond Oregon-so if
you could come to me.................
I might some day visit where you are
However, this is uncertain
Nevertheless, I am constantly looking for you
my brown eyed brunette doll!
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.
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
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.
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.
We used to be so close
Nose to nose
Eyes to eyes
These are not lies.
Now, you’re so far
It’s like a strange war
You get upset
For no reason
This is a new season
Let’s not bet
To separate forever
Or to quit loving each other.
Let’s reminisce
That’s not a sin
Let’s try again
To be face to face
Very close
Nose to nose
Eyes to eyes
Under the blue skies.
Copyright © November 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
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az
'round the guardz
mine
cheated
circling their spy
unto her side
i whispered
"i love you"
she pulled the mic
close
she whispered
"oh so cliche"
hern pretty winked
and continued
"hey edvard
i love you too"
Love is like a street-lamp,
on a cold moonless night;
the glow, a warming sight
we move toward as would
a moth advancing on flame --
love can heal and maim…
Love is like a buoyancy
for one long treading
and about to sink – only
so much loneliness can
gulping heart drink –
love can be missed by
a blink --
So, take a chance on love --
lips offered, the song played
no matter time and place – love
is a blessed grace
though only the daring
need apply and embrace –
all we have to freely give
and hopefully will receive
for love can joy and grieve...
She warms my heart
I'm not sure how
She lights a fuse
And soon.. kerpow!
My love it swells
Her voice
Like angels' clanging bells
She wakes me up
I feel alive
Her face a feast
On which I thrive
Such lovely jawline
Perfect skin
Her posture
Perfect mannequin
I love her walk
I love her clothing
Find something wrong?
I see no thing
Her curves delight
We chat so long
Into the night
Her arms entwine
Her hands just beauty
In beastly mine
I've never liked someone like this
My heart beat falters
As lips I kiss
Balcony we sit
As shoulders touch
I like this girl
Says boy
So much
Why wallflower hearts need such a hard shove
tho' reckoning an endless friendship grown.
Wi' turned pedal eyes' slow blossom to love
in yesterday's finest summer wind blown.
Wonder will unquiet heart stop midbeat
boyish peril calm and sweat'd palm betrays.
Enticed perfume's smell as trembling lips meet
fulfilled in deep need under heaven's gaze.
So easy said as two friends forever,
could I've but known alone's high price to pay.
Promise kept in knife's sharpest endeavor..
when fool bravado'd soul gave yours away.
Once so familiar heart left at love's feet,
still savor days heaven chose ne'er complete.
My arms, your desires;Tale Of Two Lovers
Sharing same hearts,her beauty he is entice
His kindness,she finds sweet in her eyes
In the mind our soul's entangle
Smile of such beauty I am intrigue
A thousand mile I walk burning sand
To see her beauty is to see sunrise
Our soul's burning desires
Depths of darkness finds joy
Even if just brief moment of time
My arms hold you,wrap with love
Our emotions thrilled at sight
Our hearts bound in enjoyment
A pleasure of extreme happiness
A sense of peace falls the heart
Tale Of Two Lovers my kiss I give
My arms embraced with your touch
You don’t know what you do to me,
How thou influences feelings that be.
You don’t know what you mean to me,
How thee is unique of all things I see.
You don’t know what you’ve done for me,
How you made me feel finally set free.
You don’t know what you are to me,
How ye bring truth to all beliefs within me.
You don’t know what you do to me,
How you’re making me feel love that be.
You don’t know what you are for me,
How thou a true friend I clearly see.
You don’t know what you’ve done for me,
How you’ve made me regain hope to be free.
She sings to me on morning sun
and shines her smiling face at me.
A child, through fields I used to run,
swimming sweeping waves like the sea.
Her eyes prismatic, a story
of temper and patience bereft,
of seeds that ripen and drop hoary,
like friends of old who came then left.