Friends poems, at times, may give us a glimpse of insight into friendship. Whatever, they are always good to read at least once!
Friends poems by author-names starting with A
Anne Kingsmill Finch:
Poem about friends titled Friendship Between Ephelia And Ardelia:
Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew. Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You. Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind) Suits not my enquiring Mind. Therefore farther now repeat; What is Friendship when complete? Ard. 'Tis to share all Joy and Grief; 'Tis to lend all due Relief From the Tongue, the Heart, the Hand; 'Tis to mortgage House and Land; For a Friend be sold a Slave; 'Tis to die upon a Grave, If a Friend therein do lie. Eph. This indeed, tho' carry'd high, This, tho' more than e'er was done Underneath the rolling Sun, This has all been said before. Can ARDELIA say no more? Ard. Words indeed no more can shew: But 'tis to love, as I love you.
Friends poems by author-names starting with D
Dorothy Parker:
Friends poem titled The False Friends:
They laid their hands upon my head, They stroked my cheek and brow; And time could heal a hurt, they said, And time could dim a vow.
And they were pitiful and mild Who whispered to me then, "The heart that breaks in April, child, Will mend in May again."
Oh, many a mended heart they knew. So old they were, and wise. And little did they have to do To come to me with lies!
Who flings me silly talk of May Shall meet a bitter soul; For June was nearly spent away Before my heart was whole.
Friends poems by author-names starting with E
Edwin Arlington Robinson:
Friends poem titled Dear Friends:
Dear Friends, reproach me not for what I do, Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say That I am wearing half my life away For bubble-work that only fools pursue. And if my bubbles be too small for you, Blow bigger then your own: the games we play To fill the frittered minutes of a day, Good glasses are to read the spirit through.
And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill; And some unprofitable scorn resign, To praise the very thing that he deplores; So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will, The shame I win for singing is all mine, The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.
Friends poems by author-names starting with G
Gary R. Ferris:
Friends poem titled Friends:
Friends are good to have;
To enjoy life and play.
Closer than a brother;
They promise not to walk away.
*****
Without them we are lonely;
And life would be so sad.
In joy and time of pleasure;
Many friends I’ve had.
*****
Oh, in the good times;
They will be by your side.
There to walk beside you;
Running stride for stride.
*****
When you’re on top,
They love you the most.
Of your many accomplishments,
They will brag the most.
*****
But when the clouds gather,
And it begins to rain.
You will be left alone,
With no friend to share the pain.
*****
Where did they go,
All those who cared?
Where are they now?
You’re alone and scared.
*****
Jesus once said;
“Like sheep they would scatter”.
When you’re on the bottom,
You no longer matter.
*****
Father, please forgive them;
For they know not what they do.
Take a look at yourself;
What kind of friend are you?
Friends poems by author-names starting with J
Jean de La Fontaine:
Friends poem titled The Two Friends:
AXIOCHUS, a handsome youth of old, And Alcibiades, (both gay and bold,) So well agreed, they kept a beauteous belle, With whom by turns they equally would dwell.
IT happened, one of them so nicely played, The fav'rite lass produced a little maid, Which both extolled, and each his own believed, Though doubtless one or t'other was deceived.
BUT when to riper years the bantling grew, And sought her mother's foot-steps to pursue, Each friend desired to be her chosen swain, And neither would a parent's name retain.
SAID one, why brother, she's your very shade; The features are the same-:-your looks pervade. Oh no, the other cried, it cannot be Her chin, mouth, nose, and eyes, with your's agree; But that as 'twill, let me her favours win, And for the pleasure I will risk the sin.
Friends poems by author-names starting with K
Katherine Philips:
Friends poem titled To My Excellent Lucasia, On Our Friendship:
I did not live until this time Crown'd my felicity, When I could say without a crime, I am not thine, but thee.
This carcass breath'd, and walkt, and slept, So that the world believe'd There was a soul the motions kept; But they were all deceiv'd.
For as a watch by art is wound To motion, such was mine: But never had Orinda found A soul till she found thine;
Which now inspires, cures and supplies, And guides my darkened breast: For thou art all that I can prize, My joy, my life, my rest.
No bridegroom's nor crown-conqueror's mirth To mine compar'd can be: They have but pieces of the earth, I've all the world in thee.
Then let our flames still light and shine, And no false fear controul, As innocent as our design, Immortal as our soul.
Friends poems by author-names starting with R
Robert Louis Stevenson:
Friends poem titled Soon Our Friends Perish:
SOON our friends perish, Soon all we cherish Fades as days darken - goes as flowers go. Soon in December Over an ember, Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.
Raymond A. Foss:
Friends poem titled Old Friends:
They meet after months and yet The time melts away And they are back in the swing Ready to banter and bait To play off one against the other Of easy laughter and witty repartee Easy smiles and quick jabs To while away to hours And drink in life again As they do, as old friends do With relish and a tall tale or two
Friends poems by author-names starting with S
Sir Philip Sidney:
Friends poem titled Fly, Fly, My Friends:
Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound; fly! See there that boy, that murthering boy I say, Who like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie, Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey.
So tyrant he no fitter place could spy, Nor so fair level in so secret stay, As that sweet black which veils the heav'nly eye: There himself with his shot he close doth lay.
Poor passenger, pass now thereby I did, And stayed pleas'd with the prospect of the place, While that black hue from me the bad guest hid:
But straight I saw motions of lightning grace, And then descried the glist'ring of his dart: But ere I could fly hence, it pierc'd my heart.
Friends poems by author-names starting with W
William Butler Yeats:
Friends poem titled Friends:
Now must I these three praise -- Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought, Nor those unpassing cares, No, not in these fifteen Many-times-troubled years, Could ever come between Mind and delighted mind; And one because her hand Had strength that could unbind What none can understand, What none can have and thrive, Youth's dreamy load, till she So changed me that I live Labouring in ecstasy. And what of her that took All till my youth was gone With scarce a pitying look? How could I praise that one? When day begins to break I count my good and bad, Being wakeful for her sake, Remembering what she had, What eagle look still shows, While up from my heart's root So great a sweetness flows I shake from head to foot.
W. H. Auden:
Friends poem titled For Friends Only:
(for John and Teckla Clark)
Ours yet not ours, being set apart As a shrine to friendship, Empty and silent most of the year, This room awaits from you What you alone, as visitor, can bring, A weekend of personal life.
In a house backed by orderly woods, Facing a tractored sugar-beet country, Your working hosts engaged to their stint, You are unlike to encounter Dragons or romance: were drama a craving, You would not have come.
Books we do have for almost any Literate mood, and notepaper, envelopes, For a writing one (to "borrow" stamps Is the mark of ill-breeding): Between lunch and tea, perhaps a drive; After dinner, music or gossip.
Should you have troubles (pets will die Lovers are always behaving badly) And confession helps, we will hear it, Examine and give our counsel: If to mention them hurts too much, We shall not be nosey.
Easy at first, the language of friendship
Is, as we soon discover, Very difficult to speak well, a tongue With no cognates, no resemblance To the galimatias of nursery and bedroom, Court rhyme or shepherd's prose,
And, unless spoken often, soon goes rusty. Distance and duties divide us, But absence will not seem an evil If it make our re-meeting A real occasion. Come when you can: Your room will be ready.
In Tum-Tum's reign a tin of biscuits On the bedside table provided For nocturnal munching. Now weapons have changed, And the fashion of appetites: There, for sunbathers who count their calories, A bottle of mineral water.
Felicissima notte! May you fall at once Into a cordial dream, assured That whoever slept in this bed before Was also someone we like, That within the circle of our affection Also you have no double.
These are the friends poems that appealed me quite a bit - in a way; they are my personal choice from amongst a host of them.
I'll keep adding more to them as and when I come across the ones that touch me deep.
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