Friends Quatern Poems | Examples
These Friends Quatern poems are examples of Quatern poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Quatern Friends poems written by international poets.
Today's youth are hyper-social,
competing to stand out in crowds.
And the right to privacy is
an expectation of the past.
Thanks to computer connections,
today's youth are hyper-social.
And post emojis to support;
the groups they identify with.
Millennials equate friendship
to generated hearts and likes.
Today's youth are hyper-social,
tethered to their internet friends.
The internet generation
can be constantly connected.
And utilizing networking;
today's youth are hyper-social.
Smile and know: bones ache yet heart sings
when you are walking in the light.
More blessed are you than queens and kings
when you with gladness do what’s right.
All suffer in this world of strife.
Smile and know: bones ache yet heart sings
when you simply love your life!
Lust not for material things.
Oh, what sweet joy family brings.
Be good to them, and make friends too.
Smile and know: bones ache yet heart sings.
Just take the focus off of YOU!
One day you’ll suffer nevermore.
So give your inner angel wings!
Great blessings for you are in store.
Smile and know: bones ache yet heart sings.
Fall Tiptoed In
Softly, last night it tiptoed in--
that wisp of crispness in the air!
I grab a quilt made way back when
and watch the sunrise from my chair.
The cinnamon breeze monarchs ride—
softly, last night it tiptoed in
and brought me thoughts of days gone by,
of marshmallows and campfire friends.
Can it be, summer’s at an end,
and fall has quietly begun?
Softly, last night it tiptoed in,
to avoid notice of the sun.
Just yesterday the summer heat
made me wistful for fall, and then,
while I’m in bed and fast asleep,
softly, last night it tiptoed in!
8/26/2022
Hint of Autumn
Regina McIntosh, sponsor
Some kids are dreading going back to school
They fear running into those who bullied them
Anxiety is heightened by puberty’s demands,
The feeling that no adult really understands.
While many are excited getting back to friends
Some kids are dreading going back to school,
Facing pressures from the unfamiliar routines
Such is the lot of today’s technical-savvy teens.
Feeling threatened in once a safe environment
Bludgeoned with peer pressure and new rules,
Some kids are dreading going back to school,
Concerned someone might label them a fool.
Not knowing exactly whom they can trust
Hoping to make a friend, someone to talk to
Who’ll have their back, who is incredibly cool,
Some kids are dreading going back to school.
Written August 1, 2022
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
Reminiscing about Christmases past,
Thinking about a lost love that will cleave
The heart, but memories do last and last.
Remembering those most treasured moments
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
For tomorrow the danger of a war foments
And some young soldiers will take their leave.
Listening to soft carol sounds, I shall grieve
While sipping a hot toddy of brandy and cider
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
But I’ll be wishing I was sitting here beside her.
It’s not likely I’ll be interrupted in my solace
Friends and family will have taken their leave
Preparations for Christmas were quite aweless
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve.
written December 24, 2021
I’ve set my table; time for tea!
It is an elegant affair.
My doggie sits across from me.
For Teddy there’s a tiny chair.
My two girl cats on chairs sit too.
I’ve set my table; time for tea.
My boy cat Prince begins to mew.
Beside me on the floor is he.
A cup and saucer gingerly
I lay down for him on the floor.
I’ve set my table. Time for tea
with all my friends that I adore:
Three cats, a dog (sweet pets are they),
and my dear teddy bear so wee.
The same as I do every day,
I’ve set my table. Time for tea!
11/9/2019
For Eve Roper's Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Based on Picture #4
Reborn here now without baggage.
Every year, as I'm delighted.
From friends and forebears as adage.
Roaring new birthday, beloved.
Most pals are cheerful and friendly.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Smile, share witticisms with glory.
As though it were priceless dunnage.
Life goes, and far work to manage.
Thought process is appropriate.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Destroy all hope of early shut.
Written word can grant extra spice.
There's still stacks for us to engage.
A new zeal and desire for thrice.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Written: October 12, 2021
Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
body withers but our love grows
life’s a roller coaster for sure
through rain and shine, we are aglow
happenings any, hearts are pure
Gods benedictions, we imbibe
body withers but our love grows
tranquil calm, we cannot describe
gleam in our eyes, an open show
love alone real, this we know
each pulse of life, we celebrate
body withers but our love grows
to music of soul, we gyrate
judgments suspended, we embrace
love caress has made us mellow
cut to chase, all is divine grace
body withers but our love grows
19-July-2021
Oh, hope so fragile: hope forlorn -
when pain or sorrow are the yoke
it seems for ages you have worn,
on fumes of great dismay you choke.
Each day upon your knees you pray.
Oh, hope so fragile; hope forlorn.
When burdens do not go away,
you ask how long they must be borne.
You search for the rose, but its thorn
pricks your hand as you reach for it.
Oh, hope so fragile; hope forlorn!
You must persist. You cannot quit.
Though friends you have, you’re still alone
in what your own soul needs to mourn.
You smile despite woes at you thrown.
Oh, hope so fragile; hope forlorn.
April 29, 2021
for Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
title chosen: Forlorn Hope (now edited)
I cherish freedom above all,
for everyone wants to live free.
And history sets its value
as a priceless commodity.
Beyond even home and country,
I cherish freedom above all.
Anything less is slavery,
and that thought infuriates me.
No one has the right to own me,
I'll never relinquish control.
I cherish freedom above all,
and I'll defend it with my life.
I love my friends and family;
as an intricate part of me.
But, of all the things I could choose,
I cherish freedom above all.
While homeless people beg for food;
partiers celebrate New Year's Eve.
Cheerful festivities flourish;
only steps from empty bellies.
Drunk revelers sing Auld Lang Syne
while homeless people beg for food.
Happy hugs and midnight kisses;
are juxtaposed by poverty.
The haves, helping out the have-nots;
was last year's failed resolution.
While homeless people beg for food:
they're kept discreetly out of sight.
Friends ply guests with delicacies
and large amounts of alcohol.
And by midnight, they're vomiting:
while homeless people beg for food.
Following footprints in the sand
Across the beach, down to the sea
I picture you, hardy and tanned
Always joyful, always carefree
Your righteous path is hard to trace
Following footprints in the sand
Such soft impressions waves erase
I wish you could lead, take my hand
When you were with me, life seemed grand
I wasted not one bit of time
Following footprints in the sand
For with you, any hill I’d climb
We’ll meet again; I’ll join you soon
Our long-lost friends will be on hand
To launch our cosmic honeymoon
Following footprints in the sand
January 19, 2020
Christmas Jesus alive and well
Santa takes a back door seat
Hanukkah included, swell.
Friends of all persuasions cannot be beat.
December comes but once a year.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Decorations all over my dear.
Bethlehem story easy to tell.
Kwanza is prevalent, an easy sell.
Faithful followers breaking bread.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Some so rigid; ideas are dead.
Let us admire each other’s faith.
Kwanza, Hanukkah, Christmas, do tell.
To not honor each is to skaith.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
We offer our thanks on Thanksgiving Day
for blessings received throughout the year.
Families sit around the table to pray;
gathered together from far and near.
For our country and for the right to live free
we offer our thanks on Thanksgiving Day.
Our freedom is a blessing and we all agree
we mustn’t take it lightly in this world today.
And for personal blessings to this we say,
for the wisdom bestowed and prosperous wealth
we offer our thanks on Thanksgiving Day;
and for our families and friends and for our health.
With so many blessings we look to the sky,
and to God above on bended knee we say
our gifts are many, and this is why
we offer our thanks on Thanksgiving Day.
No other school compared to junior high.
In grade school I was average and shy.
But something special happened in the year
I entered seventh grade. I lost my fear!
It seemed I grew new wings that let me fly.
No other school compared to junior high.
New friends that could appreciate my ways
I found in middle school. What happy days!
I got straight A’s my first year, but I was
A jokester too. It felt so cool because
no other school compared to junior high.
To “ordinary me” I said goodbye!
A woman I was turning into. Bliss
was mine with boyfriends and my first real kiss.
I’d learned my worth and great new things to try.
No other school compared to junior high!
Written Feb. 7, 2016