Friends Rhyme Poems | Examples

These Friends Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Rhyme Friends poems written by international poets.


Invisable

I'm nobody
An empty face
Nothing here anymore
Just a blank space

Wandering the world
Alone and afraid
I catch my reflection
As I watch myself fade

There's nothing inside me
Just an empty black hole
My heart doesn't beat
It's just a charred lump of coal

The world doesn't want me
My family is tired
My friends walked away
Left me fighting this fire

I'm screaming so loud
But not being heard
Slowly fading away
Till I fly Like a bird


Premium MemberWildflower


I saw a lone flower,
    very delicate and pretty,
        in a soft shade,
       on a day windy,
           it danced and swayed;
unaware . . . its friends had decayed.

Premium MemberDAILY GRATITUDE KNOWING LOVE

I’m grateful that I have known
the love of my family
my friends
my wife
which has helped me understand
how vital love is to a life.

How important it is for us to love everyone
like they’re our sister or our brother…
because we’ll be remembered most when we’re gone
not by how much we have…
by how much we have loved one another
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberAt the park

Waving daisies, Spikey grass.
Tree branch swords and running fast.

Collecting stones, spider's and worms. 
A tire swing with new friends,
We're taking in turns!

Close your eyes, do not peek. 
Count to ten,  play hide and seek.

Some have seesaws, most have slides, 
My favourite are the bars to climb. 

Mum packed snacks, picnic munch
Parks are great to eat your lunch!

Fallen acorns, giant leafs, and resting under shady trees. 

I love the park ,  its fun to play.
Spending time here every day.

Premium MemberWhere are They Now?

The youthful days 
of hopeful dreams 
and tears that trickled 
into streams? 

Love that flourished 
in the sun 
and faded 
as quickly as it had begun? 

Where are they now, 
the incense prayers, 
high as hopes 
to one who cared? 

The carefree days 
of fearless whims, 
the joy of voicing 
songs and hymns? 

Where are they now 
the closest friends, 
who said that 
friendship never ends? 

They're hidden within 
my dream-filled sleep; 
the sands of time 
have buried them deep.


Premium MemberJust waiting to see how this all ends

What I’d like to say to my Congressional friends
is that I'm waiting to see how this all ends.
And if with America a shining city upon a hill,
I will apologize to all of you, I swear I will.
But if it ends like I think it might,
in the darkest darkness ~ in the anti-light,
may you be forever damned for the part you played.
You had every chance to do him in.
But to save your own skin,
you made sure that he stayed.
© Rio Jansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberSeptember 11th

9/11

America is a place we would all love to go,
But on September 11th is was bombed by people we didn't know.
It may have been an ordinary Tuesday
People walking here and there
But on that dreadful day
People's lives were blown away.
Firemen, police and paramedics lost their lives
Just trying to do their job to survive.
People didn't know if their loved ones
We're alive or dead
Is this how the world should be?
Is this how the world will end?
People were still searching for survivors 
Searching the whole town through
But many of us already know
Survivors were just a few.
The few who survived the bombing
The few who can tell the trauma to the end.
The dead were close family
Family as well as friends.
So let's put our hands together
And together we will pray
That nothing like this
Will never happen again.
So let us bless those who lost their lives
And give peace to those who survived.

Premium MemberCome Visit Chicago

     Visit beautiful Michigan Avenue 
        The ‘Magnificent Mile’
      See the teenage gangs at night
         roaming ‘gangster-style’ 

      Admire block after block on ‘the strip’
         Madison Avenue, the Old West Side
      burnt down by arson way back in 1968
         embers still afloat – Don’t they smell great

      Take a walk on the Wild Side
         The South Side that once hosted Nat King Cole
       Note the empty lots, broken glass and one-eyed cats
          What a pleasure to take in all that… 

       Yes, dear friends, a trip to Chicago’s just the thing
           Come to a town where crime is king

Best Mates

Friends come and friends go, but some stay through life’s flow
Those are the ones to keep close to your heart, it doesn’t matter how long you’re apart 

It’s always the same no matter how long, you start talking through the years, life’s song
Knowing someone though and through, a shoulder to lean on, someone to talk to.

They’d drop what they’re doing to help you out, all you have to do is text ring or shout
They’d give what they have if you’re ever in need, on a different level from others a different breed

You have disagreements, discussions debates, but you never leave angry, always stay mates
A good bit of banter can lighten the mood, they don’t take offence even when it’s rude

My best mate I know will always be there, ready for action, trustworthy fair
They’ll give you a laugh on a night on the town or cheer you up when you’re feeling down

Premium MemberThey Say

They say who lives, or dies
and what is the truth or lies.
That is what you voted for
they say, so don’t be sore
when, one day, you can’t drink beer
and you’re in jail for being dear
all your friends are scared to speak
because, they say, you are a freak.
And all you did was post on X
not even something, sordid, sex
but you just disagreed with them
they say, and now condemn
you as right-wing
whichever way you swing
for they don’t care or hear.
They say they know just who you are;
they tell that by your car,
what you eat, your zip code;
the car that’s just been towed.
You will do time for what you say
for free speech only goes one way
and you said something they don’t like
You dirty, grubby little tyke.

Premium MemberSteven Speirs'

There is a man that I am aware of, who delights
In our 'old blood and guts' he says he'll fly that
Flag forever.!!! Now some may well think him nuts.'
Yet he quotes about lines of lin-iage and of an
Australian commonwealth law, of treaty called
For and ratified in Versallies 'is this all for sure?' He
Speaks of God king and country, of indissolluble
Rights.? And that we have a freedom to bear arms (indeed to fight) in our countrys protection, for our own lives..And those of familiy and friends ( now are we all kings in our country? If this is right lets get on the mend)
Is this what he is 'speaking today?' Is he right  and
Sincere.? Should we lend him our ears.? Are there
Gems in the claims he portrays? Should we all raise (the duster) that is also called the 'blood and guts' that has seen us often to victory.' Is that
All it takes as such.? What if a tbousand law savvy? 'i am talking now credible folk' gave him some room, and consultation? To try his claims now.' To see.'  will this all hold up? for there may well be truth in the bloke.?

Premium MemberThere's No Place Like Home

I’m from Kansas. My name is Dorothy Gale.
I could weave for you a fantastic tale
about farmhands, a twister, and a floating abode;
flying monkeys, little people, and a yellow brick road;
a wizard and witches and old, yet new, friends;
ruby slippers, little Toto, and how the magic all ends
when the needy at last see they’ve had all along
what they thought they were lacking and then became strong.
I could tell how the clicking of heels took me home,
for there’s no place like home. I have no need to roam.

But instead of creating a long narrative,
I’ll just say from my heart how much I love to live
on a farm here in Kansas with people who care.
The great lesson I’ve learned, I am happy to share:
a trip over the rainbow was not what I needed.
A hard bump on the head led to wisdom I heeded.
When I came to--surrounded by those I love best,
I at last realized I am gloriously blessed.

Back It Up

I hear the way you talk
of your friends without end,
the gossip goes on non-stop,
about them and their men,
so vicious the things you say,
shock to see, candidly,
imagine what you must claim
about me, when you’re free…

Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
The drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.

Eyes sparkle when thing go wrong,
like a beast set to feast,
all the chaos makes you strong,
that you seek, like a treat.
Relish when your friends get rough,
their beak-ups, you just love,
you can never get enough,
in your gut need this stuff.

Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
the drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.

I see your words and lies
going around everywhere,
it makes you feel alive,
when all their mistakes you blare.
Makes you think you’re better,
your ego is a damn addict,
go peddle it online,
I have got no time for this.

Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
the drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.

It will only end in despair.

More Than A Soft Toy

I'm still not clear on how you 
came to me, but since 
I can remember, 
you've always been here.

My clothes were too big for you, 
but you didn't care, 
and even though you had no life, 
I felt that when 
I was with you, my soul vibrated.

With you, I escaped from my ordinary world
 to live adventures in your extraordinary world. 
With you, everything was different; 
I didn't feel alone, and even though 
you didn't say a word, 
I could talk to you for hours.

There were countless nights 
that I no longer spent in solitude, 
and although I had no friends, 
you counted for a thousand more.

The years went by, and I developed, 
and my love for you evolved;
 in any of my plans, you were 
the first one I told, 
and in my most disturbing nightmares, 
you were the first who comforted me.

And before going to bed 
I always looked for you Because 
if one day you were missing 
from my bed my soul
 in agony cried for you.

You are more than a doll, 
you are my best friend,
 that guardian angel that 
God sent me to be with me.

Premium MemberTravel

Being yourself
In a foreign land
Is to leave old shoes
And counterpane

Take a risk
Among new friends
To discover Earth
Through shared lens

Allow that light
To overwhelm
The journey forward
And back again

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