Friendship Old Poems | Examples
These Friendship Old poems are examples of Old poems about Friendship. These are the best examples of Old Friendship poems written by international poets.
old friends meeting up
catching up on old times
friends for thirty years
My dear old friends, you’ve gone away
Looks like if some of you had not
Much time to spare, but that’s okay
I’m off as well from your kind spot
We met through game of circumstances
Of place, time, age and interests
Coincidently given chances
To be each other’s welcomed guests
Were taken instantly as if
Towards forever, but not quite
We shared our joys and firm belief
To find a home, and you did right
Now you are distant through and through
We’ve changed a bit, as it was meant
I might be not the one you knew
Same goes to you, to some extent.
Over time old friends
come together back home
to reminisce
Dust to ashes, ashes to dust -
old bicycles turn to rust.
The boyhood friends I found -
buried in the ground.
Old friendships really last forever more
Connections from their past are set in stone.
When friends catch up, those paths they then restore
Despite the many years that may have flown.
By chance or rearranged It's like before
Update their lives with all that they have sown.
There are tulips in the gutter
perfect blooms,
destined for dinner with a friend,
they were meant for the table
but alas she was unable to attend
Years gone by, you'd almost forgotten,
as you feel the days grow old and tired,
you're bones ache, and you're feeling rotten,
when, once again, you feel life's fire.
The two of you have been through a lot.
Long ago you were torn asunder,
but you loved each other, which can't be bought,
'neath the bridge, lot's of water, under.
An occasion of pleasure or pain,
something you wouldn't know in advance,
a birth or funeral in the rain,
or possibly only happenstance,
there is no pleasure, so great as when
you see a dear old friend again,
Learning to let go of all of my losses and just thrive.
Learning to appreciate the company of old men.
Learning to live how I should've with grandpa when he was alive.
it was the autumn of our lives
being no longer the fools of our youth
that naive twinkle in our eyes long gone
erring these days on the side of caution
our guards wired and circumspect
explanations not needing to be formulated
being much too late to play the lovers' serenade
but still ~ it was pure velvet to the core
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Making new friends
is a very sweet part of life
that ebbs and flows with time
But, old friends, that have
stood the test of time are
a true treasure
I took a stroll along memory lane
Found this old man feeding his friends
Are these I ask,
“Your only friends?”
To which he replied,
“No, I have many more,
These are just the ones
I’m with today.”
May we all be blessed to have old friends…
who, even after years apart, getting back together is a breeze….
who communicate through friendship
in the language of memories
The morning sun spills across the porch, casting a golden sheen on everything it touches. There, in a weathered rocking chair, sits a whiskered old man, his face a roadmap of countless smiles and sorrows. Beside him, a white labrador, whose fur almost glows in the light, listens intently. The man's raspy voice, a gentle melody fills the air, weaves tales of days gone by and adventures shared. Each note dances on the breeze, a private serenade for two souls bound by years of companionship.
in morning's embrace,
old tunes float on sunlit air—
shadows dance, tail wags
Rekindled, our bond,
Years lost, now paths interlace,
Laughter blooms anew,
Memories, like stars, align,
Warmth in the cold space between.
New webs spreading
in my past years
that remain in the barn.
An old barn that witnessed
our games of a childhood
reflected in a mirrow
showing the faces of happiness.
Spread webs turned into a nightmare.
Not easy to remember the old
barn where I used to play.
Not easy to remember my old friends jumping on the dry grass kept in the barn.
I'm trapped on a web,
I can't remember how happy I was.
I only remember the old barn and a few friends jumping happily.
The old barn is still there,
but the friends I never saw them again.