Friendship Triolet Poems | Examples
These Friendship Triolet poems are examples of Triolet poems about Friendship. These are the best examples of Triolet Friendship poems written by international poets.
Was our meeting chance or design?
We smiled at each other and spoke.
A flash of friendship, love benign.
Was our meeting chance or design?
Did our stars once again align?
We settled in, old flame to stoke.
Was our meeting chance or design?
We smiled at each other and spoke.
I.
A bard and swan, I love thee, Rose:
the one for whom I pen this song
that trills a note which sweetly flows.
A bard and swan, I love thee, Rose,
for whom the mind expands and grows
when the sun's rays burn hot and strong.
A bard and swan, I praise thee, Rose,
with all the sound that rhyme bestows.
II.
My love for Rose, though torn apart,
sings like a song which sweetly flows
from this poet's pen as rhythmic art.
My love for Rose, though torn apart,
pumps blood and throbs with beating heart.
But God knows that my love for Rose
endows me with a fresh, new start:
with her warmth as the better part!
Casting a glistening ray across glossy ice
Midnight sun above the frozen Arctic,
Shimmering stars adding a cosmic spice
Casting a glistening ray across glossy ice,
Two parka-clad lovers, a touch of nice,
Sharing soft, cooing love songs cathartic
Casting a glistening ray across glossy ice
Midnight sun above the frozen Arctic.
Written November 15, 2022
Make friends of the young who live nearby
They, like old friends, won’t dim, flicker, and die,
Many times, they’ll comfort you when you cry
Make friends of the young who live nearby.
Do not fear they cannot understand your sigh
Even if they seem frivolous, give them a try,
Make friends of the young who live nearby
They, like old friends, won’t dim, flicker, and die.
written January 21, 2022
I.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs;
and breathes into his gloomy lines
her tender love, which rhyme prolongs.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs,
like verse free of errors or wrongs
that sweetly flows like fine, aged wines.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs;
and breathes her love into his lines.
II.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
which overflows with lovely songs,
inspires life into rhyming art.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
brings them closer though they're apart:
but love makes distance never long.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
always flows with her lovely songs.
When two minds click, it's ecstasy
Creative flames leap to and fro
Ideas flow so easily
When two minds click, it's ecstasy
New theories proffered breezily
Abstract musings yield seeds to sow
When two minds click it's ecstasy
Creative flames leap to and fro
(Iambic tetrameter)
A maid and muse, your name is Rose;
which inspires me to write this song
that trills a sound which sweetly flows.
A maid and muse, your name is Rose;
a ray of hope who comes and goes
when the time's neither right nor wrong.
A maid and muse, your name is Rose;
which inspires me to write this song.
Whenever we fight,
It seems we lose sight,
Too much diverts our vision.
So we hurl our slurs,
Dig deep with our spurs,
With invectives make deep incisions.
So I leave the house,
Get away from my spouse,
Go breathe the clean air, calm down.
Find solace within,
The comp'ny of friends,
For in them acceptance abounds.
In their quiet gaze,
I find peace and grace.
The release I feel is tangible.
Out in the clean air,
I can shed my cares,
In the clean, decent comp'ny of animals.
All the genuine people you knew
then don't come around here anymore.
Restitution is what you owe to
all the genuine people you knew.
If you still can't acknowledge that you
chose to nurture your demons before
all the genuine people you knew,
then don't come around here anymore.
A little game I have for you.
Let's sing a song of triolet.
Eight syllables, iambic too.
A little game I have for you.
It isn’t all that hard to do.
Will my friend Rob come out to play?
A little game I have for you.
Let’s sing a song of triolet.
Of course, this game I’ll play with you.
A sandbox sweet duet in tune.
A mound of sand our stage debut.
Of course, this game I’ll play with you.
With every encore made anew,
this friendship shades the afternoon.
Of course, this game I’ll play with you.
A sandbox sweet duet in tune.
Co-authored with my sweet friend Rob Carmack
A little game I have for you.
Let’s sing a song of triolet.
Eight syllables, iambic too.
A little game I have for you.
It isn’t all that hard to do.
Will my friend Rob come out to play?
A little game I have for you.
Let’s sing a song of triolet.
Of course, this game I’ll play with you.
A sandbox sweet duet in tune.
A mound of sand our stage debut.
Of course, this game I’ll play with you.
With every encore made anew,
this friendship shades the afternoon.
Of course, this game I’ll play with you.
A sandbox sweet duet in tune.
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A collaboration with Andrea Dietrich
The key to hold on to you never to let you go
In this my illusion of life’s rapid stream,
When not alone and with those you know
I will hold on to you never to let you go.
Your silent face in mist does grace with eyes all aglow
Penetrating the sunlit beam brings about my dream,
The key to hold on to you never to let you go
In this my illusion of life’s rapid stream.
© Harry J Horsman 2014 © Mandy M Tams 2014
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From diverse time zones, we gather
knitting words for all soupy friends
united by warmth and laughter
from diverse time zones, we gather
Language of praises, we saunter
beyond hearts, kinship never ends
from diverse time zones, we gather
knitting words for all soupy friends
©triolet/ 8 syl count
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Carol Brown’s What I Love Most About Poetry Soup
By nette onclaud
1/19/12
Lunch with friends opens many varied doors
Sharing, caring, planting great memories
These moments to be lived again once stored
Lunch with friends opens many varied doors
Laughter, problems, desire, faith explores
Now questions gone no ambibuities
Lunch with friends opens many varied doors
Sharing, caring, planting great memories
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