Friends Sweet Poems | Examples
These Friends Sweet poems are examples of Sweet poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Sweet Friends poems written by international poets.
I brought her some flowers and red wine
And I hoped that one day she'd be mine
Crept round the back quietly
And I was aghast to see
Her naked with the neighbour, the swine...
"I was just being neighbourly," said he
My ex could not even look at me
I saw her phone and real quick
Took a compromising pic
Then sent it to her friends and family...
Written on 1st February 2026
No matter your skin colour.
Friends take you to that happy place.
Their hearts overflow with kindness.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Dark, black, midnight in my cup.
Cream is light, especially sweet.
Hot, warm, rekindle Winter’s mug.
Bitter chill, biting, nipping at heels.
“Baby it’s cold outside” teeny trees.
Tenderness handled in warm grip.
The pour fell into the cold-temp cup.
Warmth filled every space, then
my lips, my tongue, inside cheeks;
fills cherry mountains below eyes.
A caffeinated prescript aft’ “ahh,”
and Boston brown “molasses” bread.
America’s on a limousine roll
with presidential flags waving.
Transfer of power, balancing -
perhaps we can all be friends, again.
'Twas midday in mid-Manhattan
I was with the lunch crowd
then a voice sounds like platinum
drove me to turn around
of course, the color of your threads
amongst the bland, spread out
poetry in motion were reds
well stitched, without a doubt
caught a glimpse amidst the passing
and lost you to a trance
searched high and low merely guessing
hoping for one more chance
you winked, the pleasure of your eyes
immortalize the trice
albeit I should plagiarize
poetic friends advice
on blank paper articulate
that very own image
transfer that which you emulate
for all eyes ... a blank page.
My uncle’s name is Keats.
He eats all kinds of sweets.
This habit, his caring wife hates
Saying that his sugar levels it dilates.
One day one of his friends visits his house,
Hands over a box of sweets to his spouse.
To have one from it he tries,
This, his wife strongly denies.
Secretly he looks for them like a mouse.
He opens the lid of every container.
Oh, he is such a perfect entertainer.
She tries to hide sweets from his sight.
And thinks what she does is quite right.
Life with it's ups and down's
I love you day and night
Family and friends make
Every moment extra special
Unseeking Seeker’s Line of inquiry:
“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
Awaken and of Sweet Joy Partake
Oh, it saddens me to see
when dear friends or kin of mine are in despair.
They act so grumpy. Sometimes it seems to be
a stupor they are in, and I wish I knew the way to repair
those who fall into depression, feeling life is so unfair.
Sometimes I too can let things get me down.
At times such as these, I try to shake myself awake.
It does a soul no good to fret or frown.
When a “woe is me” comes on, I must put on my brake.
In moments’ many silences of sweet joy I must partake.
Forgive me once this Yuletide whim
With Champagne bubbling to the brim
On wanting to find Mistletoe
To steal a kiss from one I know
Traditions of an Egg Nog taste
Without a minute yet to waste
Are wrapped for every Fruitcake find
To cheer the hearts of all mankind
Such sentiment in red and green
To bless this joyous Christmas Scene
Is what I seem to love the most
So here’s another Christmas toast
To one and all with love to spare
May this day find you without care
And full of laughter, hope and light
To shine forever through the night
Merry Christmas to ally PS friends!!
How can so many sweet people gather
In only one place at one time
What is it that draws them, money or fame
It's the friendships they all find
They're the nicest down to earth happy souls
Nothing but love in their hearts
So proud to be friends with these gentle folks
My days start to shine from the start
Surely owe it to all you P-Soup people
We chat almost every single day
Friends I've become with such gentle souls
You chase all the dark skies away
Without the Soup my days would be lost
In a sea of nothingness thoughts
About ugly stuff happening round the world
You keep my mood up on top
Thank you dear friends from deep in my soul
You give my life real meaning
First thing in the morning till late at night
The reason my face is beaming
Mom drives us to our Auntie’s farm
so we can run and play.
She thinks it will be no harm
for us to spend the day.
Muriel Mule sings hee-haw,
and we all clap our hands.
It was fun to laugh and guffaw
since we are her greatest fans.
Daphne Duck quacks in glee
while Gary Gander flaps his wings.
Prissy Pig and Gabby Goat agree
to dance when Randy Rooster sings.
Emma Emu sways her head.
Anna Alpaca is spitting.
We call her rude until Auntie said
“For her, it is quite fitting.”
We spent the day with our friends
until it was time to go home.
Mom says we'll come on weekends,
if we’re sweet as honeycomb.
Whoa is me, don't have many friends
Except those here on the Soup
Maybe because I show only my best side
You don't really know the scoop
Nasty to children push old people down
Whenever I get the chance
It's my right after living for eighty-six years
Still adorable after a lifelong dance
Well what did you expect, some Casanova
No way, been through life's mill
Got spitted out quite unceremoniously
A hardened “lifer” if you will
Putting you on, been a charmer since birth
Ladies all flock to my door
Just wanting a piece of my virile body
The word “old” I absolutely abhor
Well enough about me, a Hollywood hunk
Quite unassuming, shy and sweet
If any of you want to know this guy better
Number's 1-800-SWEET-SWEET-SWEET
You were hiding in front of me
How did I ever miss you
We were sitting in the back seat together
Traveling with friends
How did I not see the best love in front of me
You laid eyes on me but said nothing
While I fooled myself with something unreal
It’s real with you
Seeing the love from you
It’s sitting in front of me
Oh do I see see you now
You’re everything I see
Patrick was well-behaved in school
He followed every single stupid rule
He studied hard and earned top grades
All his friends knew he had it made
At college, he planned and plotted who to friend
Elected President of his class in the end
He entered the coroporate world on a roll
CEO of Trans-Oceana Corp. his only goal
By the way, Patrick took a wife
Lived the absentee-husband suburban good life
Then one fine day Patrick made CEO
He hurried home, the wife and kids to show
But on the door was taped a note, sweet and short
'We've had enough, stranger. See you in court!'
Handmade cards, white, red, and blue.
Made to exchange with our friends.
Some were for Mom and Dad, too.
Hearts were made with ruffled ends,
paper shapes all stuck with glue.
Paper doilies – a great boon –
thin disguise to a rough cut.
Snippets and scraps were all strewn.
Cards folded open and shut.
Fun hours for an afternoon.
Sweet words enclosed within hearts
not rent from stationer’s hand.
A simple poem imparts
Unwavering love’s grandstand.
Innocent, expressive arts.
Each design, solely unique.
Words hand-written from the heart.
A small child’s naïve technique.
Her love poured into each part.
Sealed with a childlike mystique.
Breathe free breathe out exhale my soul
Unchained from ill gotten sins empty not whole
Lovers at night friends by day
Fewer words spoken safer that way
Tasteless wanderlust meandering lost
Salty tears shed no matter the cost
Black heart blue eyes temple of God
I melt when your in me a pile of mud
Breathe free breathe out exhale my soul
Unchained from ill gotten sins empty not whole
Passion and lust and pain are our glue
Vines from the forest entwine me and you
Lovers at night friends by day
Fewer words spoken safer that way
Entranced by your soul and barred by your heart
I am your keeper we can’t be apart
Black heart blue eyes temple of God
I melt when your in me a pile of mud
Breathe free breathe out exhale my soul
Unchained from ill gotten sins empty not whole