Friendship Rude Poems | Examples
These Friendship Rude poems are examples of Rude poems about Friendship. These are the best examples of Rude Friendship poems written by international poets.
It was never my intention,
not a conscious decision,
to cause you any level of grief.
Our give and take wasn’t as envisioned.
Blindly, I let you fall between my gaps.
It’s not right or wrong, but fact that
I got lost in a thronged rhythm
recovering from things life had given.
You have always shone a warm light
selflessly bright into my life.
Stern storms drowned my content,
turned me until forlorn bent.
I pursued a healing renewal but
my drenched attempts were futile -
I didn’t mean to hurl you into my duel.
Please accept my sincere apology
for giving less than you handed me.
I’d never set out to hurt another
but denying friendship gratitude
colors me pallid shades of rude.
My mood made me rude,
My dude soothed my mood;
All right all my nights dude,
Your loneliness makes a day grudge;
Let the world burn outside,
Let’s remember nobody outside;
Insanity makes me fervent dude,
Exigency needs your deeds, dude;
And when I watered in dread
I Reminisce,
With Tearful eyes more filled with bliss,
I Reminisce,
I could tell the moments like a dream,
Is all that we saw or seem;
You exalt my cheerfulness,
When I am in woefulness;
My mood made me rude,
My dude soothed my mood;
If I annoy you
Please tell me
Listen; i will do
If I annoy you
Please tell me
I will put my act together
If I annoy you
Please tell me
I will start anew
If I annoy you
Give me a hug
Game over
There's no armour for karma,
hurt her it harms ya,
playing between two
then karma gets you,
make a mug of a mate as well
all 3 see you fail.
so long mothermuffer farewell
fink i'm fic
yes you prick,
living on steroids
always annoyed
doing my head in
now you're inside
your life is destroyed,
but say thank you shall I
for the party supply
all 3 of us hate you
and hope you die,
so long mothermuffer goodbye
a most wretched woman
once befriended me
i quietly held my own
cautiously on my guard
one day pompously
she proclaimed
she was culling
her many
so called friends
sadly
i never got
to thank her
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on December 12, 2019 for contest STRAND SPECIAL 2 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
posted on March 3, 2019
I have a headache, my teeth hurt, and my stress level is high.
I have chills, and my hands are cold enough to ice a lemon pie.
My neck is stiff, and my enthusiasm is uncharacteristically low.
I cannot get away from this body, no matter how far I go.
I could take a pain pill, a sleeping pill, or something similar.
There are spots in front of my eyes, and I’m feeling pain in my right himilar.
Why did I say I would take her dogs, both house, and neither of them trained?
I wish I had said no, I wish I had kept my yes mouth a little more restrained.
Is it too late to let her know? She’s bringing them here today to leave forever.
They will fit along nicely with all the other things she has left in house’s quiver.
I have her flowered couch, two captain chairs with missing parts, and a pink setee.
Why do I let this niece take such advantage of me?
Is there anything more unforgivable than betrayal by a friend
That sacred trust and bond that shatters in the end
The witch actually asked me to leave my fiancé
To match me up with her brother the next day
I supposed she thought I should be flattered
She just left me in a daze befuddled and smattered
Beyond crossing the line I’d say she dipped and swerved
I wish I could say that I dropped her like she deserved
But no I pretended it never happened and kept my smile
And merely let that sour friendship run its last mile
Submitted on July 28, 2018 for contest FOOL ME ONCE sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 9TH
My long lost friend,
from the age of ten,
fell into a sewer stream.
I took his oath,
a matter to us both,
that he'd by me be seen.
A moment later,
a snap of an alligator,
forced me into the side stream.
the waters quickened,
and narrowed by lost thicken'
hurling us down different paths to docken.
When we did dock,
we were separated by no ease of lock,
nor trail to reconvene by walk.
And I worried for my friend.
Whose path was filth for fiend,
and I thought my passage was clean.
I had yelled at him my worries,
while struggling with my own stories,
and shamefully thought he'd fail life's quandaries.
Shameless was I -
I judged he'd not satisfy,
the cruel challenges life belie.
And shame I felt,
for with ease he did vie,
better than I could try.
And made his life better than was my;
and played his hands better than dealt;
and by my oath before him I knelt;
for at life he was the better than I.
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Three sisters - two as lovely as the dawn,
the third, a travesty of face and form
and we - a trio of fine gentlemen,
(to all but former flames, who'd disagree!)
Like Musketeers, we fellows made a set -
one for us all and all of us for one!
So too, these ladies, we learned with dismay,
which left us with no choice but to draw lots...
Good manners and good breeding tantamount,
we chose three cards and tossed them in a hat -
two Queens and one that we had scratched to white
(which would, of course, prescribe the oafish girl)
At times, one is the cart... at times the ox
This night, a beast of burden I became
The first man pulled a heart, the next, a spade
but last to choose - alas! I drew a blank!
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I was really nice to you,
I didn't make you feel blue.
even if you make me feel angry
i would still be with you.
You were my friend
my trust in you is big.
But you just crashed all of it
In just one small mistake
I didn't cared about it at all
But you made me look so stupid
I still tried to avoid the fact.
So i just told myself to leave it.
you sent me a note
Saying you're sorry
I forgived you
then suddenly a change of story.
You were mad again
I still didnt care
But you treated me like trash
And thought that i'd be scared.
I didn't got scared at all,
but it got me angry instead
I dont want to feel stupid
and try to forgive you again.
You think you're so strong.
But just prepare
Because starting now,
I'll start the dare.
I was nice to you
and you didnt cared
Now ill reverse it
So it will be fair.
I'll start my revenge
It will be a piece of cake.
And for you, i think,
It will be your biggest mistake.
by K.S
EC
I used to sing on the school bus,
Harmonise and everything, full blast,
Most of the others had strong voices,
And I would wish mine was cast.
Geoff the driver would put Radio Forth on,
And we’d all sing along very loudly;
There was nothing there to sing above,
No-one to distract or behave scornfully.
My mum told me off three times,
For singing in church normally and confidently,
As she needed me to have a place for her,
To nurture me and disciple me intelligently.
So since I was four, I've never really sung again,
In church, all dressed up and religious,
So I greatly appreciated those times on the bus,
When the others were about my voice zealous.
I remember Morvan who had Christian grandparents,
And George who really had a lovely voice,
And Keith who would join in whenever he wanted to,
And Kirsteen who thought she had no choice.
It was an offish old yellow mini bus,
With dark yellow and brown triangle seats,
So it reminded me of the yellow submarine,
And I looked forward to its shortcut cheats.