Friends Rhyme Poems | Examples
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Shadow Man
Sitting in an empty room.
He watches down the hall.
As shadows move across the floor.
And dance along the wall.
His eyes grow darker like the room.
Cause to him it’s all the same.
Rejected by the light of day
the shadows call his name.
Sitting in the darkened room,
Where nighttime never ends.
He don’t seem to mind at all.
The shadows are his friends.
He listens to the whispers.
Carried in the nighttime air.
As shadows repeat secrets.
That someone dared to share.
Be careful what you say or do.
It’s part of a greater plan.
The secrets told that he may hold
the one called Shadow Man.
Edwin C Hofert
THE LONGONG
Why has thou cursed me with this longing for love. I don't want it anymore. I'm old and tired, I can no longer sire. What the hell is this longing for?
I lie to my self at every days end. I tell myself, I'd make do with some friends. I fight with the might of a thousand men, to never feel the longing again.
I still can't help my pitiful self, the longing still taunts me from a old dusty shelf. But as I sit writing down this notion, I've not been under any love potion.
Suddenly I'm compelled to see, a moment of bitter clarity. I don't need anybody to love, but I want someone to love me.
Just something a little light...
Five squirrels crowded onto a branch,
each one dressed to stun:
aqua shades, pink shades, purple shades,
and one in classic sun.
But center stage is the showstopper~
a squirrel in a whirring hat,
its tiny fan spinning proudly
like he’s chief of all things “that.”
They chatter, pose, adjust their gear,
a cheerful, nutty crew,
delighted by their leafy perch
and the sky’s wide, wandering view.
No drama here, no woodland fuss~
just friends who came to play,
a happy scurry of squirrels who know
how to brighten up a day.
When I was 5, I loved to play
for hours on a sunny day
with friends and siblings. Life was filled
with sun-kissed times that left us thrilled.
When I was 15, thoughts of fun
had changed, but I still craved the sun.
My friends and I would lie outside
with lots of suntan oil applied.
Then I was 30 suddenly,
a teacher with a child aged 3
While resting in a nearby shade,
I watched while, bathed in sun, she played.
Then being 50 brought me joy.
My daughter said a girl or boy
would soon arrive, and so began
my sunny-day-with-grandchild plan.
Now, long-retired at 70,
with grandkids grown, I long to be
great-grandma with a little one
joyously playing in the sun.
Chocolate cookies, scent fills my home
Nice phone calls with friends from afar
The good moments shine like a star
New birds come to feeder and roam
Some things today, didn't go well
But good times replaced it all
Pets comfort, while I hear peace call
Like the wind chime ringing its bell
Hours can change with attention
Simple things inside my soul
The flag flies in breeze on the pole
There's so many things I could mention
Even with weakness, strength is found
Like a gem beneath many rocks
Gratitude shines during the walks
Never forget the sights and the sound
Heidi Sands
9/4/26
(C)opyright
*8 syllables
There was a time they grew thick and fair.
I thought them friends. They'd always be there.
What made them loosen up their grip
and say, at once, "Abandon ship"? -
my long lost, faithless, hair.
In the City of Downey, where I was born,
my mom gave me options, and I was torn.
She said, "Here are your choices. Listen kid -
we can go to Giza to see the great pyramid,
or maybe you want to see the Great Wall,
or the Sistine Chapel or the Taj Mahal -
but wait, look out the window. It's getting dark.
We just have time for Rio San Gabriel Park.
There's a lion drinking fountain where you can drink.
How about that son? What do you think?"
So, we got in the car, drove two minutes to see
The Big Yellow Lion Fountain of RSG.
I'll tell you friends, that's as good as it gets,
and to this day, I've had no regrets.
In the night when all was still
I felt my spine a tingling chill
Goosebumps 'tween thy rising hairs
When I saw a ghostly figure on my stairs
My eyes not blinked when we stood froze
That tingling chill crept to my toes
I thought, "Dear lord- is that my brother?"
And then, I heard a whisper from my mother
Son, your brother and I are in God's home
Where all the good souls go and are free to roam
Your aunts and uncles are all here too
And many friends that you once knew
Friends you've known throughout your years
That said good-bye and you shed tears
Don't look down, lift up your head
Things aren't too bad when we are dead
Our souls are free and full of bliss
In this place we're at, called... "Happiness"
*Dedicated to everyone.
One of my greatest days
I've experienced in my life
Would easily be August 24th
The day you became my wife
You walked down the aisle
As a music begin to play
I stood waiting at the altar
For so long I dreamed this day
I was so full of happiness and joy
And I was standing there with you
All my dreams prayers and wishes
At that moment were coming true
Together we stood in front of that church
For God and are friends and family to see
Joining are two lives together as one
In a simple and beautiful ceremony
Looking at you with your hand in mine
We vowed to love each other forever
And to always be at by each others side
Believing that our love nothing could sever you
The goo from eating a chocolate or two.
Pizza spread with cheese and bread.
A popsicle colored red and blue.
Mixed with dirt and wiped down the sides of my pants.
Without another glance.
Momma said," don't wipe your hands on your clothes.
Wash them off in the sink.
Otherwise, your clothes will stink!"
Took off my pants.
Washed them with soap.
Left them in the sink.
"Oh no you don't!" Momma said.
"Wash your hands, not your pants!"
You could have been clearer.
So, I washed my hands.
Pulled my pants out of the sink.
Put my pants back on.
Went out to play.
My friends and I are making mud pies today!
A powerful message I’ve found in my in-box
It reads, “If you’re losing friends lately
~ try changing your socks"
dismissing our reactions to life as it unfolds
is akin to a carpet having dust beneath
there are no shortcuts dear friends
place on ego a funeral wreath
Different road to the same old places. Different people but the same old faces
Different mornings but the same old days, different attitude but the same old ways
Different clothes but the same old look, different pages of the same old book
Different smiles but the same old sadness, different voices but the same old madness
Different clouds but the same old skies, different words but the same old lies
Different drugs but the same old drink, different clothes but the same old stink
Different victories but the same old defeat different friends but the old ones I still meet
Different life but still it’s the same. Different way of winning life’s deadly game
Maybe one day, everyone will walk on water
Or turn water into wine
Heal the sick. Turn back time
Live in a world without war or fear
Maybe one day, everyone will turn the other cheek
Or wear each other's sandals, year after year
Love one another. Help the weak
Be the light in candles
Maybe one day, everyone will know peace of mind
Or make origami of the sublime
All skins are kin, everyone wins!
Can I hear an "Amen"? Or at the very least
Can we all just try to get along
And maybe be friends?
Maybe one day, everyone will feel the holy spirit
Or fill in the holes in the fabric of time
Take a quantum leap of faith
There's nothing better than the Kind
The One who saves us from all the lying
My sense of humor odd a bit
enough sometimes for a fat lip
People don't laugh seldom smile
say things abusive and loud
My parents were married happily
for as their son they deny it was me
No friends so they tied a pork chop around my neck
and the family dog became vegan I was reject
Never good at math numbers don't add up
subtract money I don't have became bankrupt
Voted in the election for the wrong guy
he won but for my vote he still denies
Why can't the sky be orange
nothing rhymes with orange new line
My humor makes me laugh out loud
but my laughter is lonely somehow
Jokes tell on me more than I do them
with my humor I never win.