Poems about friends, at times, may give us a glimpse of insight into friendship. Whatever, they are always good to read at least once!
Poems about friends by author-names starting with D
David Lehman:
Poem about friends titled Our Friendship (January 14):
We have a name for it in the South: asshole buddies. It means we've known each other so long it doesn't matter that he's an asshole in my opinion or I'm an asshole in his opinion or whatever And I want you to know I'm not from the South and you're not my buddy and it doesn't matter
Poems about friends by author-names starting with E
Edwin Arlington Robinson:
Poems about friends: this one titled Ballad of Dead Friends:
As we the withered ferns By the roadway lying, Time, the jester, spurns All our prayers and prying -- All our tears and sighing, Sorrow, change, and woe -- All our where-and-whying For friends that come and go.
Life awakes and burns, Age and death defying, Till at last it learns All but Love is dying; Love's the trade we're plying, God has willed it so; Shrouds are what we're buying For friends that come and go.
Man forever yearns For the thing that's flying. Everywhere he turns, Men to dust are drying, -- Dust that wanders, eying (With eyes that hardly glow) New faces, dimly spying For friends that come and go.
ENVOY
And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
Poems about friends by author-names starting with F
Friedrich von Schiller:
Poems about friends: this one titled To My Friends:
Yes, my friends!--that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; That a race once lived of nobler worth; And if ancient chronicles were dumb, Countless stones in witness forth would come From the deepest entrails of the earth. But this highly-favored race has gone, Gone forever to the realms of night. We, we live! The moments are our own, And the living judge the right.
Brighter zones, my friends, no doubt excel This, the land wherein we're doomed to dwell, As the hardy travellers proclaim; But if Nature has denied us much, Art is yet responsive to our touch, And our hearts can kindle at her flame. If the laurel will not flourish here-- If the myrtle is cold winter's prey, Yet the vine, to crown us, year by year, Still puts forth its foliage gay.
Of a busier life 'tis well to speak, Where four worlds their wealth to barter seek, On the world's great market, Thames' broad stream; Ships in thousands go there and depart-- There are seen the costliest works of art, And the earth-god, Mammon, reigns supreme But the sun his image only graves On the silent streamlet's level plain, Not upon the torrent's muddy waves, Swollen by the heavy rain.
Far more blessed than we, in northern states Dwells the beggar at the angel-gates, For he sees the peerless city--Rome! Beauty's glorious charms around him lie, And, a second heaven, up toward the sky Mounts St. Peter's proud and wondrous dome. But, with all the charms that splendor grants, Rome is but the tomb of ages past; Life but smiles upon the blooming plants That the seasons round her cast.
Greater actions elsewhere may be rife Than with us, in our contracted life-- But beneath the sun there's naught that's new; Yet we see the great of every age Pass before us on the world's wide stage Thoughtfully and calmly in review All. in life repeats itself forever, Young for ay is phantasy alone; What has happened nowhere,--happened never,-- That has never older grown!
Poems about friends by author-names starting with I
Ivan Donn Carswell:
Poems about friends: this one titled Having each of you as friends:
For more than 40 years we’ve been good friends, since 1963 in fact, from college where we met (and managed there to build a strong quartet of campus friendship which kept those years intact, still yet as clear as yesterday). The musketeers were we, four sons of Nereid, or perhaps Persephone, as different each from each as each could be, all sharing camaraderie uncommon of the time and fasting in the line to learn the pedagogic trade. We graduated well in ‘64 and left that year to fill the spaces our seniors had vacated in rooms beyond the trainees’ sphere, filled with probationary year acuity. Our meetings in those days were great events of poignant merriment and risqué cheer and exploits, when related, all too soon extrapolated beyond the bounds of better judgment (as considered by our management), and while we often fell afoul we always brushed up well. I recall the grande affaires of the early musketeers, Aramis, Porthos, Athos and the eclectic Monsieur D’Artagnon, but all along I never knew who was who. I thought I’d be D’Artagnon, introspective, droll, or Porthos muscled with a fork and dark intent, singularly bent on righting wrongs, but all the talk was wasted in a whirl of traded places, perhaps we traded faces in the same, candid space. I relive it now and then, I would live it all again in hope of having of each of you as friends.
Poems about friends by author-names starting with J
John Keats:
Poems about friends: this one titled On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour:
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a tablet whiter than a star, Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen The silver strings of heavenly harp atween: And let there glide by many a pearly car Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar, And half-discovered wings, and glances keen. The while let music wander round my ears, And as it reaches each delicious ending, Let me write down a line of glorious tone, And full of many wonders of the spheres: For what a height my spirit is contending! 'Tis not content so soon to be alone.
Poems about friends by author-names starting with K
Katherine Philips:
Poems about friends: this one titled Friendships Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia:
Come, my Lucasia, since we see That miracles Men's Faith do move, By wonder and by prodigy To the dull angry World let's prove There's a Religion in our Love.
For Though we were design'd t'agree, That Fate no liberty destroys, But our Election is as free As Angels, who with greedy choice Are yet determin'd to their joys.
Our hearts are doubled by the loss, Here Mixture is Addition grown; We both diffuse, and both ingross: And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever are alone.
We court our own Captivity Than Thrones more great and innocent: `Twere banishment to be set free, Since we wear fetters whose intent Not Bondage is but Ornament
Divided joys are tedious found, And griefs united easier grow: We are our selves but by rebound, And all our Titles shuffled so, Both Princes, and both Subjects too.
Our Hearts are mutual Victims laid, While they (such power in Friendship lies) Are Altars, Priests, and Off'rings made: And each Heart which thus kindly dies, Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.
Poems about friends by author-names starting with R
Robert Burns:
Poems about friends: this one titled Frae the friends and land I love:
FRAE the friends and land I love, Driv’n by Fortune’s felly spite; Frae my best belov’d I rove, Never mair to taste delight: Never mair maun hope to find Ease frae toil, relief frae care; When Remembrance wracks the mind, Pleasures but unveil despair.
Brightest climes shall mirk appear, Desert ilka blooming shore, Till the Fates, nae mair severe, Friendship, love, and peace restore, Till Revenge, wi’ laurel’d head, Bring our banished hame again; And ilk loyal, bonie lad Cross the seas, and win his ain.
Robert William Service:
Poems about friends: this one titled I Have Some Friends:
I have some friends, some worthy friends, And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded leather chair; This old and shabby dressing-gown, So well the worse of wear.
I have some friends, some honest friends, And honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that's not too new; My bed so warm, the nights of storm I love to listen to.
I have some friends, some good, good friends, Who faithful are to me: My wrestling partner when I rise, The big and burly sea; My little boat that's riding there So saucy and so free.
I have some friends, some golden friends, Whose worth will not decline: A tawny Irish terrier, a purple shading pine, A little red-roofed cottage that So proudly I call mine.
All other friends may come and go, All other friendships fail; But these, the friends I've worked to win, Oh, they will never stale; And comfort me till Time shall write The finish to my tale.
Poems about friends by author-names starting with S
Samuel Coleridge:
Poems about friends: this one titled The Three Sorts of Friends:
Though friendships differ endless in degree , The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three. Ac quaintance many, and Con quaintance few; But for In quaintance I know only two-- The friend I've mourned with, and the maid I woo!
Poems about friends by author-names starting with W
William Butler Yeats:
Poems about friends: this one titled The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends:
Though you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time's bitter flood will rise, Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes.
William Stafford:
Poems about friends: this one titled For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid:
There is a country to cross you will find in the corner of your eye, in the quick slip of your foot--air far down, a snap that might have caught. And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing voice that finds its way by being afraid. That country is there, for us, carried as it is crossed. What you fear will not go away: it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.
These are the poems about friends 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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