Old Friends Poems - Poems about Old Friends

Meeting Old Friends

When you meet with old friends
After months, even years,
There is comfort in having
No need to switch gears.

For the groundwork’s been set
And the basics are known,
So there’s just catching up – 
How the grandkids have grown!

But most likely you’ll talk
About health or its lack
And the surgeries done
On the hips, knees or back.

There’ll be notes to compare
About

Half-life of old friends

Mom writes polemics, when a cause grasps her heart
She's a good soul and wants to do her part
A journal took one, so she emailed it to friends
Then found that old age had brought many to their ends
  
Sometimes children answer back, or maybe a weary wife  
They thank her kindly, talk about the

Old Friends

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

Dear Old Friends

Hey old friend 
I miss you so much 
I have been drinking so much for sober thoughts
I have been reading to stop thinking 
I now know too much but I don't know the truth 

Hey old friend 
Do you still remember me 
I am just getting back to my senses 
Life has distracted me from

BLESSED TO HAVE OLD FRIENDS

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

SEATTLE DAY 3

Today we visited the Farmer’s market in Ballard.
It was a beautiful sight to see…
Booths that stretched for two whole blocks….managed by people of all diversities…

On our way to the Farmer’s market…
(I love when we discover surprises out of our control)
we happened upon one of Thomas Dambo’s six Northwestern trolls.

We also visited the Ballard Locks…
where we

Old Friends, new lives

We grow up bonding 
we become inseparable 
share dreams and hopes together 
waiting to explore life on our own 
then in a blink we graduate 
go our separate ways 
keep in touch every week 
then every other 
years will pass like clouds 
phone calls and numbers change 
so do addresses and last names 
Life goes

Rekindling an Old Friendship

Rekindled, our bond,  
Years lost, now paths interlace,  
Laughter blooms anew,  
Memories, like stars, align,  
Warmth in the cold space between.

Lamenting Missed Rolls in the Hay

Upon well-worn barstools, tales two codgers tell,
Deep in drink, their stories swell.
Reflecting how the eons have flown,
Strengths once had, now overthrown.

"Ah, beauties chased, both bright and keen,
Yet in our brews, our sighs unseen,"
One muses, his gaze alight with jest,
"Great tales spun ‘bout adventurous quests."

Yet as dusk deepens into night,
Their bawdy laments take flight,
For now, as

Old Friends

The Ghost denied
he was a Ghost,

though clearly
I saw through -- 

Someone I knew
in life, back then
quite pink, substantial
with lots 
and lots to do – 

tried and tried
convincing him
all to no avail,
myself even now
more pale

till recognized he

dear friend, himself

who had

read my eulogy….

I Hate You, With a Passion

I hate you a lot.

With a burning passion in my heart. 

The way you creep around its weird.

The way you just look, it makes me sick.

The way you twist my words and manipulate me.

The guilt you bring me when you start to blame me.

The way I am stained with the fact that I was fond

Old Friends

Contest Prompt: "I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend."

Old Friends

"OK?"
"Yes fine" -  I lie
over the cold phone line
wishing the plastic receiver
was warm,
like when you held my hand in yours.
Too many years and lies
between us now.
Divorced,
but love you still,
so I have to ask back
"You OK?" - and I hear you

Conversations With Old Friends

Each day I find life gets more upsetting
because too often I keep forgetting
the names of loved ones I should remember.
They shouldn't fade like a dying ember,
so I talk to them instead of fretting.

Sometimes I offer them a pot of tea
to show I'm grateful for their company.
"Would you like a scone?" I asked my friend, Kay.
"Yes,

When Old Friends Awake

When old friends awake

I have lost my voice totally, not even a whisper
I pretend to stay on stage lift my left arm pretend there is a skull in my palm 
“Is this you Yorick? It's difficult to tell in this night 
so dark” Yorick, comes out OK, but the line disappears. Behind me, a theatrical

The Secret of Old Friends

We had dinner with two dear old friends at a restaurant yesterday…
Old friends reminded me of this old poem I bring back to life today:

They meet as strangers…unfamiliar…apprehensive…
their first meeting…tentative but sweet.
Which, when you stop to think about it, is how most people meet.

From this uncertain beginning…their relationship extends
They find they have a lot in

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