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Friendship Poems

admin — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 20:32:39 +0000

Enjoy this short collection of Friendship Poems

A Time to Talk

Friendship

Be a Friend

The Arrow and the Song

Friends

Blow, Blow thou winter wind

I would not ask you to forget

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I would not ask you to forget

admin — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:41:50 +0000

I would not ask you to forget
How I’ve betrayed your trust.
I’m asking, though, that you forgive
Because I feel I must.

I can’t just let our friendship go
Nor let this silence last.
I know I can’t undo what’s done,
But, please, let past be past.

Let my mistake be memory
Where you may keep your pain,
While I annihilate this thing
I’ll never do again.

And let us once again renew
A friendship that is real:
Limping, yes, but still alive,
With wounds that time can heal.

Nicholas Gordon

Blow, Blow, thou winter wind

admin — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:38:01 +0000

Blow, Blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen.
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;
Most friendship is feigning most loving mere folly.
Then, heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the watters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most love mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most Jolly.

William Shakespeare

Friends

admin — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:33:24 +0000

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.

William Butler Yeats

The Arrow and the Song

admin — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:29:39 +0000

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Be A Friend

admin — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:15:31 +0000

Be a friend. You don’t need money:
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
Get along some way or other;
Just a kindly hand extended
Out to one who’s unbefriended;
Just the will to give or lend,
This will make you someone’s friend.

Be a friend. You don’t need glory.
Friendship is a simple story.
Pass by trifling errors blindly,
Gaze on honest effort kindly,
Cheer the youth who’s bravely trying,
Pity him who’s sadly sighing;
Just a little labor spend
On the duties of a friend.

Be a friend. The pay is bigger
(Though not written by a figure)
Than is earned by people clever
In what’s merely self-endeavor.
You’ll have friends instead of neighbors
For the profits of your labors;
You’ll be richer in the end
Than a prince, if you’re a friend

Edgar A Guest

Friendship

admin — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:12:06 +0000

A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
I fancied he was fled,
And, after many a year,
Glowed unexhausted kindliness
Like daily sunrise there.
My careful heart was free again-
O friend, my bosom said,
Through thee alone the sky is arched,

Through thee the rose is red,
All things through thee takes nobler form
And look beyond the earth,
The mill-round of our fate appears
A sun-path in thy worth.
Me too thy nobleness has taught
To master my despair;
The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

A Time to Talk

admin — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:08:17 +0000

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,

And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Robert Frost