Friends Quatrain Poems | Examples
These Friends Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Quatrain Friends poems written by international poets.
You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in reverie and a daydream reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will show it
Having our love listed on the docket
You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"
In the cheer chat, where joy should unite,
A ten-year-old girl causes drama day and night
She calls me a brat, a jerk, selfish and ugly too,
But she's the one acting out, it's true.
She says she wants to push me off a cliff,
Her words so harsh, they make my spirit stiff.
As I debate my life's worth, feeling so low,
She tells me to end it, her cruelty on show.
I cry for hours, feeling so torn,
But then my bestie, she keeps me warm.
She tells me to stay, to stand strong and tall,
With her love and support, I won't fall.
I'll rise above her hurtful game,
And find my strength, reclaim my name.
For with true friends by my side,
I'll face the storm and turn the tide.
The party is loud,noise in the air
People all around,
I'm sitting down,
Present.......but not really there.
I linger in the back,a watchful eye
In the background,
Invisible
I see many pass me by.
Interest has left,and all feels dull
No one approaches
Or wants to talk,
My introversion makes me mull.
I could be social,and enter the fray
But it's all a group
And shallow talk,
No deep conversations today.
No good friends for discourse;
I know all here
But still feel a stranger;
All too well,I know this remorse.
I try to mingle,but I've lost the heart
They all seem so........
Uninterested;
So from the crowd,I stay apart.
I try distraction,for my mind,
The food is good
But not much else,
Entertainment is hard to find.
Why,I ask,did I even go?
My hypocrisy
Boggles me,
Why I'm like this,I don't know.
Yet here I am,a wallflower;
Unbecoming for a guy,
I think,
As I wait away the hours.
Maybe I'll find someone,someday,
To talk the boredom
Away with,
Until the party fades away...............
Oh look,they finally started volleyball
volleyball is fun.......
Squirrel
My friends are such a squirrelly bunch,
they like to eat nuts for lunch.
And when you think they are done,
they eat some seeds just for fun.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
these days I question more and more
my faiths and what their purposed for
while evil grows to breadths unseen
beyond, it seems, where it has been
oh grant me sense and help me live
with deep, dark things I can’t forgive
those angers towards the culprits of
coarse misdeeds done to those I love
hushed secrets banned from leaving lips
that sink sweet souls and hearts like ships
unblemished spirits stained and drowned
by friends and folks with greed unbound
I’ve tried so hard through love to free
those hates that seethe inside of me
but I’ve not now or e’er such sweep
for sufferance that broad or deep
so …
I’ll hand them up to grander strengths
a Grace that knows no walls or lengths
and pray that such is pardoned me …
the wealth of wrongs … I’VE brought to be.
I fell in love, no clue why
I sit alone begin to cry
Your compassion makes you who you are
Yet I trampled that compassion from afar
Apologetic words you have heard them before
But you are the one I truly adore
We chat as friends across the deep blue sea
Yet I can’t seem to stop being so mean
Your encouragement has made me who you see today
You have my heart and soul in every way
I will give you the time for you to mend
But please my friend we can’t let this end
Close friends don't know the pain I feel
My broken heart can never heal
Your sudden death was long ago
The pain I feel, close friends don't know
I can't forget your dying breath
Was long ago your sudden death
To think of you makes me upset
Your dying breath I can't forget
Alone each night, I feel so blue
Makes me upset to think of you
To laugh or smile does not feel right
I feel so blue alone each night
I'm depressed, there's no denial
Does not feel right to laugh or smile
I can't be bothered getting dressed
There's no denial, I'm depressed
Mixed Emotions
Relaxation, serenity of being alone
Happiness, like a dog with a bone
Shoes off, soft grass on your feet
Dreams of the one you long to meet
Lay in the grass, look at the sky
Life is short, you begin to cry
Friends pass away, they leave too soon
You are now alone to stare at the moon
Grassy meadows, rolling clouds
Whispering willows that sing out loud
Warmth of the sun, soft gentle breeze
The day ends, you don’t want to leave
Walking alone on a cold winter night
I search the skies, not a star in sight
Moonlight covered by the clouds above
Walk slowly my friend, no need to shove
One step forward 2 steps back
Reach out to feel. the sight you lack
No moon to light your way
Walking blind just another day
Walk slowly my friends as you begin to go
He will be with you, this you should know
Hand on your shoulder, being your guide
Believe my friend he’s by your side
When death is spoken
the word clings to the skin
like a heart, once broken
not knowing how or when
when death comes to call
the tears feel like the wind
stilling the spirit of us all
wondering how we’ve sinned?
When death is on the mind
there is a feeling of such confusion
might our time - life just rewind
was it all just a great delusion?
when death brings its shadow
and our hearts feel so alone
nothing we can buy or borrow
to silence the fears we’ve known
when death tells its story
there is nothing we can say
we’ll simply move to glory
leaving life, where we always pray…
for our lives to shine with love
for our purpose to be achieved
for our spirits to go home, above
leaving behind friends who grieved
I didn’t plant that garden tree
But thinking, I just let it be
I knew I should have cut it out
But felt within to let it sprout
And so, as seasons came and went
I pruned this tree, its bole I bent
Around the gable of my shed
But left the limbs above my head
The years passed by and I grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore
But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought
A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come
Badgers, robins, the house finch red
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
Inspired by Iron Maiden’s “The Final Frontier:
#18 on Best New Poems List , May 16, 2025
I am but one person
on a mission that went wrong -
locked out of the safety
of the spaceship I was on.
Black ink is spilled around me,
vast and never-ending
as into nothingness
I find my body wending.
The oxygen inside my tank
will last perhaps six hours.
I can see stars - stabs of light
that twinkle not – cosmic flowers!
Forlornness embraces me -
a suffocating feeling
so unlike my loved ones’ hugs.
With gloom my brain is reeling.
I travel in my mind
to things I cherish most -
my family and friends.
To them I’ll be a ghost.
A ghost forever floating
in this upside-down endless sea
which will be a graveyard
of black surrounding me.
God, I am imploring you
as I drift and drift and drift,
may I soon be in your light -
my death both peaceful and swift.
Victory seemed so close
An accomplishment to boast
We once dreamed against our woes
Now we raise a final toast
To all of our friends lost
Fighting for what we already won
However we paid the worst cost
Losing the war that was already done
We once left the kingdom
By tossing our supply of tea
Now we search for freedom
By removing liberty
We once headed west
We tried to expand
Now we find it a hopeless quest
For we have taken all the land
We have lied
And we have wailed
We have tried
And we have failed
If that is what we’re apart of
If that is what it takes
If Lady Liberty falls upon the dove
Then oblivion awaits
I will skate upon Saturns Rings
on icy and rocky fragments :
New excitement and charms to bring
splendid thrills and entertainment.
On icy grains I may gallop.
I am to slide on rocky mass
If needed, I will roll and hop,
yet taking caution not to rush.
Wish, Jack Frost to accompany
and also to call all my friends,
may be few or may be many
to enjoy from the start to end.
I hope, we will be not at stake.
All will run frolic under sun
to skate slow or fast without break.
The participants must have fun.
I hold three magic rocks in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Each of my rocks is a wish to be told
The first.. not for riches or wealth
But a full golden measure of happy good health
And the first of my rocks has been rolled
With my second rock I would visit my past
Meet up with old friends ,my parents and kin
My rock I would roll and come back again
For I know that the past was not meant to last
Now one rock remains, just one in my hands
So I’m rolling this last as it surely should be
For our precious world, it’s people live free
And peace on this earth throughout all its lands