My Friend Poems - Poems about My Friend

Telling my Friend about the Sky

Restless clouds hide
the sun and stars
as I drive alone.
A voice on the radio
asks what is important
now. My bones ache
and I embrace my dreams
as clouds pass overhead.
The voice talks about visions
of children as their lives lie
ahead, but I am older. 
The tires on my car sing 
as I embrace the moment,
but memories find their way
back to

Rhiannon My Friend

Here’s a poem to start your day,
I hope it helps in some small way.
Don’t ever start your day with a frown,
Be a Queen and straighten your crown.

Never fear for I will always be near,
To bring you love, laughter, and cheer.
So start your day with a heart full of love,
You my dear are an angel, a

My Friend Is the Ocean

My friend is the ocean, waters that glide,
Rustling my footsteps and tousling my hair;
Many the times that we walked side by side,
A spark and forever, joined as a pair.
Always a cloud there lay over its play,
Dappled the sunlight that fell on my face;
Heaving, its waters had something to say;
Twilight with meteors it took for the

My Friend Misty

Misty was not a song,
But a barefooted man
Walking across 'Watt' street
One cold  Misty morning.
Gave my shoes to Misty
And became barefoot man.

You're My Friend

You're my friend and so much more
You do for me what no one has ever done before
What kind of a friend is this
A friend that I have never known
Never known

Your care is like the first blossom gently falling
It covers me so much I can't see my own past
Your look is so warm like a soft

Philip Island Cowes in June 2025

2025.06.15

It was quite a while ago, 
I came here and wrote,
"BB was not here" and "JJ is here
On Queen Birthday 10 Jun 2024".
These words were written on the sand
On the the shores of both sides of the pier.
As time passed on, JJ sat and watched
The waves washed up onto the words,
Slowly encroached, engulfed and wiped
Them

Messy Jalopy of My Friend Vee

In her messy jalopy, she made a bit of room for me
had to pick up empties; I counted twenty-three
I said, “You really like cream soda, I see”
She gave me a nod and thumbs up, my friend Vee.

We gave been comrades for a while, have shared history.
She has never been a neatnik like her mom or

My Friend to the End

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

Spitin Seeds To my friend Art

I dedicate this song to my friend Art Hill a fellow musician  
 who really does keep watermelons handy 
during these summer months
 to share with anyone who cares



Arthur Likes His watermelon
So, he keeps one close a hand
He gets them at the market
Sometimes a roadside stand

But no matter where he gets it
When it's time

My Friend My Lover

My Lover My Friend LYRIC

I wrote you a love song
Lying in a garden grove
Where birds flew free
And flowers bloomed

I watched the sky
As cloud rolled by
And waited patiently 
For you to arrive

I sang a melody
So pure and true
And wrote a choirs 
With words of truth

And when you arrived
I kissed your lips
And gave you a promise
Of love

lost my friend to Bipolar

JY and I met through a mutual friend in 1991.
We strucked a deal with a handsome transaction,
In which we both were in a win-win situation.
Since then, we became close friends,
Every week, she travelled a long way to see me,
Made big efforts bringing sample of deserts.
Which she made and delivered to many shops,
Displayed closed to the

Until We Meet Again My Friend

A friend is like a shining star,

That shines both near and far,

Even when you acted bizarre,

They stay, just as they are.

They laughed with you during your bad days,

And help you grow in many ways,

They guided you through your tears,

And they guided you through your fears.

They knew all your thoughts and dreams,

They cheered you on through

Leaving my friend until last call

I think the bartender is a keeper, my odd friend Jan said.
Wanting to take a peek myself, I replied “move your head!”
He was as unusual as Jan, so I thought they might make a go.
Let’s move closer to the bar I said. Sloth-like Jan moved really slow.

The bartender was a chatterbox, he was full of

To my friend, Miguel

To my friend, Miguel

Almost seventeen years, do you remember? We met in Canterbury
We lived in the same house. In a silent, English-style, beautiful road

Miguel, Miguel. My old soul brother. My Bible teacher. Do you remember?
Evening times, you gave me lessons, lessons from the Bible. Teacher

You are a signer. A marker. Your stigma is mine. I

My Body Is My Friend

I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror,
Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable.
I've been told this person is my friend,
But its reflection paints a different picture.
Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway.
A bit ghostly.
I trace its outline carefully -
A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere -
So

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