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.
To help out friends, it never hurts;
a salve that comforts and diverts
their pain with hope it heals and mends.
It never hurts to help out friends.
Lifting their cheer by words or deeds
that help those downed with woeful needs.
A little kindness will endear
by words or deeds, lifting their cheer.
With heartfelt calm, we'll soothe their souls.
Warm, loving acts can soon extol
that thoughtful kindness is the balm.
We'll soothe their souls with heartfelt calm.
Kind acts are blessed, both large and small
and, for some time, can please, enthrall.
Lift heavy loads for those distressed.
Both large and small, kind acts are blessed.
A lady I’ve known well for many years
is loved by everyone for miles around.
She has a way of bringing out the best
in all of us. Where she is, smiles abound.
Unlike so many, she takes time to hear
a neighbor’s troubles and take shut-ins meals.
In spite of her own aches and pains, she shows
she deeply cares about how others feel.
What is her formula that so appeals
to neighbors, friends, and strangers on the street?
Sincerity, eye contact, and a smile
will shine a light in lives of those you meet.
I guess what I was trying to say to you,
The person I want to comfort me, is gone,
She was my favourite to come home to,
She enjoyed games in which I often won.
I just need to return to my new home,
Where I wait for the real lover I searched for,
Where there's no dogs so I can freely roam,
Where I have friends so life's not a bore.
I love you all, but I feel so lost without her,
I know she was also yours in her own roles.
But to me, she was better than my mother.
She and I somehow fit the same boot soles.
I may return to be here for my father's health,
But for now I value love and my wellbeing more
Than working to earn any amount of wealth,
More than mourning as I do her every chore.
Born with a cyst in frontal lobe of my brain,
So forgive me whenever I'm a little insane.
I got a way younger forever to me little sister
And no I don't mean to diss or misgender.
It's all just in past tense to make it easier,
Because I respect everyone altogether.
It wasn't always easy being truly me,
But I've psychoanalyzed to point I'm free.
I've finally made friends with my demons,
Finally forgiven myself for all of my own sins.
Though I'm sad while we grow further apart,
I will always keep my baby sister in my heart.
I understand all dynamics and nuances,
Better than how most do in these dances.
I may be a "cyster" with a former sister,
But I still developed an EQ that is superior.
Love things sweet and easy:
Porridge, coffee, good ol' me.
Most of all every day really
I love how he treats me sweetly.
Love things sort of nasty:
Booze, cigarettes, how he's sexy.
Sometimes so wasted, I go crazy.
But nothing will change how he loves me.
Love things to be fun and free:
Music, media, reading are what I do daily.
Walks, lazing, enjoying life indulgently.
This freedom all I ever wanted to be.
Love things just as they are for me:
Neighbors for friends, socializing easily.
All I ever wanted was to live this simply.
Sadly, I'll never live up to what I could be.
My baby's never got to be insecure.
Truth is he is the only one I want to nurture.
My neighbours are just my found family.
My only friends where I live here really.
My home girl is more like a mother figure,
My former home boy was like a father figure,
My two friends are each more like a brother,
My other gals are just each like a sister.
My building is where I feel the least lonely.
My love is why I am now even more happy.
My life is not always the most lovely.
My homies are the ones who make it lively.
My love life is so much better than before.
My love loves me back like it isn't a chore.
Even as I spend time with them, I'll love him,
For with him, life will never again feel grim.
You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in daydream's 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!"
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
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 will skate upon Saturn 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