Friendship Sijo Poems | Examples
These Friendship Sijo poems are examples of Sijo poems about Friendship. These are the best examples of Sijo Friendship poems written by international poets.
Pink prepares rose petals of friendship with tea and sweet cakes.
C o n f e t t i - l i k e - j o y roils over the communion table.
Discourse dissolves to tears, like sugar cubes in tea’s sorrows.
Every day is always such a good day with our good old friend Dave.
Every day we are always hanging out in his man cave.
Every day we always share secrets we'll take to the grave.
Learning to let go of all of my losses and just thrive.
Learning to appreciate the company of old men.
Learning to live how I should've with grandpa when he was alive.
My girl friends love me for simply always bringing them so much glee,
Just as I love them without judgment and just let them be.
My girl friends and I are always free to just simply be.
Could it be that he sees me as more of a sister in spirit?
Could I even accept him being just my brother in spirit?
Could this mean we're not meant to be lovers, even a bit?
For some reason, he has me even after ending our season,
For that same reason, he includes me in his daily things,
The reason being what he has for me is his secret longings.
It was in the summer we had salsa and chips in the trailer.
Drank all of the liquor on the bed on which we slumber.
Though we were under the weather, we still had each other.
She was once a heartache of a story that never was.
She was always the one who never pointed out my flaws.
She will always be the better one of all my friends just because.
The oldest of friends will always remain as truest of friends.
Although sadly sometimes some of us can never be all too sure
If you'll ever truly have chances to see them again.
Our lives were always at high risk in that small town of loonies.
Ironically, we still take calculated risks in cities;
Where we found our true selves, no longer need each other's pities.
Do you wanna come hear a concert with shared aux cord in my shed?
Do you wanna come have a hit from the green glass bong head?
Do you wanna come have more fun times with me again, without dread?
Visualizing memories of all the moments we shared,
Even those in which I was most angry, sad, exhausted, and scared.
Sadly, I am only now grasping how much you truly cared.
The letter K is still hereunto haunting my own aching heart:
One died; one starves; one grieves; one ignores; one texts; one goes hardly seen.
Sadly, the memories of my first love haunt me most of all.
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(Note: The "ones" are my cousins with K names. The last line is about my only ex-partner.)
Sweet cherub, she lived for travel, laughs and smiles, to offer hope, joy.
We shared proms, Native art, double dates, dreams, theater, happiness.
She loved River Dance, snow ball fights, horses, Merlot, Richard Gere, me.
Porcelain doll with fair skin, Elaine shed tears, gave happiness.
Gentle heart, soft voice, she welcomed sunrise with bliss, meditation.
Heaven bound, she dwells in a place with no illness, just peace and love.
*June 4, 2014
In times of toil and trouble i will be that piece for you
i will pick up the jigsaw place it and complete your loving heart
forever i will be your friend with it your strength renewed.
© Harry J Horsman 2012