Friendship Poems | Best Poems About True Friendship

streams of mud we played in shallow streams of muck where there was no black, no white we were all mud-packed kids crusty-skinned little boys who knew the sludge would wash away when we dipped into the stream and splashed one another to reveal brown skin or pink touch football followed the mud spackling on a grass field with stone markers and oak trees with...

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I create shelter inside my head Constantly seeking external validation and words of affirmation Perpetuating these routines and these words Unconditionally curious for the future: That is what you mean to me Yet I set back the clock and find a time in the cycle Where you love me and I hate myself I scream for help with broken vocal chords And you...

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Each individual is precious, special with their own unique characteristics and good qualities Everyone"s time is valuable, deserves respect and consideration No one is above anyone else We are all equal All humanity shines amongst each other It is positive energy to believe in these principles and live by them as we are all just here for a short time...

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This poem is based on the story of Jonathan and David. “And you shall not only show me the steadfast love of Jehovah while I still live, and I shall not die” -1 Samuel 20:14 According to the covenant Show steadfast love to me Whatever comes, do not forget The oath ‘tween you and me Though bound by temporal time and space And...

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Soup What is it about soup? Comforting, restorative. To some it might be Just a simple recipe. To me, it is a food of connection: Goodness, shared making, A welcomed blend, delicious embraces. Is it broth, the many ingredients? Is it all of these? What do you think? Soup nourishes, Wholesomely, spiritually. A fullness of nourishing labor Goes into its making. Taste your bond with others. ...

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Rare and precious is my friend so loyal. He is forever faithful, always true. In this life, I owe him pure devotion. He is to me, an anchor strong and sure. All of these and more describe how loving And imperishable, this friendship eternal. A lifetime has forged our bond eternal Into a friendship that is beautifully loyal. Naturally seamless and loving Undeniably fortified...

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Two friends among the distances One is red and one is blue Uniting despite the fights The colors choose to fuse Purple is a pretty color It's the color we should be Martin Luther didn't die Rosa Parks didn't cry For us to live separately I love my neighbors, red and blue Black, mixed and white Men, women, other, too I love whoever...

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Who will make the bread if everybody is dead Who will get the children out of bed and get them And put on their shiny shoes and take them to school If everybody is dead who will cut the lawn When I wake up at dawn and just before the break of day Who will wipe my tears away the...

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Years spent running across a rolling powder keg of dreams.. feeling in my being, I am someone I can do anything like the first time I saw E.T. Guard the streets til dawn, find lost puppies, rescue babies.. help raise them too. Crossed rivers of snow and ice just to keep up wi' you. After all, so easy the lives...

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honest spontaneous trustworthy respectful independent fun sensual closeness...

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In the dessert she did grow like a rose without a thorn shooting up towards the sun Sofia's rose is next to none In the sand a jewel bright lost inside a sky so blue aiming for the heaart she rose, like a speckled rose Blooming without rain she did in the font of...

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Beech Forest Berries There is nothing like fresh picked summer berries. Yet, there can be a price one may pay to have them. Not a huge price, more an adjustment. High bush blueberries along the Beech forest path Are delicious but… Beware the mosquitoes and deer flies. I made the mistake of not protecting myself just once. Swarmed by the biting hordes, I...

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Sam Mud Mafia dawg Prairie Rebel hound Soggy dog Carter Crumpled can of Faces on a map A map with lonely corners bent and creased Roaring fish at opening No more bedspins Not even a bed while living to belong Follow the fortunes to the sun West Coast pacific Island up Busters Dump scenes from Cotton Creek I watch with painted eyes and a helpful smile A burning...

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Biscuits like friends I'd like to portray Are best rediscovered On the rainiest day The kettle it steams The teabag is dry The sofa side table Is catching your eye Biscuits like friends Can combine and renew To chat or be still With some fireside brew Should I dunk and indulge Maybe snap, slurp or crunch God, for moments like these I just thank you a bunch...

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Lucky me for having Lin in my life for nearly a decade I've had her friendship, loyalty and unwavering support Never has there been an inkling of cross words between us Lin is an amazing poet and her paintings are beautiful Always ready to offer her time and assistance to others Nothing is too troublesome for her when someone...

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