Poems for Friendship

Epistle To A Young Friend

By Robert Burns

I Lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend,
A something to have sent you,
Tho' it should serve nae ither end
Than just a kind memento:
But how the subject-theme may gang,
Let time and chance determine;
Perhaps it may turn out a sang:
Perhaps turn out a sermon.

Ye'll try the world soon, my lad;
And, Andrew dear, believe me,
Ye'll find mankind an unco squad,
And muckle they may grieve ye:
For care and trouble set your thought,
Ev'n when your end's attained;
And a' your views may come to nought,
Where ev'ry nerve is strained.

I'll no say, men are villains a';
The real, harden'd wicked,
Wha hae nae check but human law,
Are to a few restricked;
But, Och! mankind are unco weak,
An' little to be trusted;
If self the wavering balance shake,
It's rarely right adjusted!

Yet they wha fa' in fortune's strife,
Their fate we shouldna censure;
For still, th' important end of life
They equally may answer;
A man may hae an honest heart,
Tho' poortith hourly stare him;
A man may tak a neibor's part,
Yet hae nae cash to spare him.

Aye free, aff-han', your story tell,
When wi' a bosom crony;
But still keep something to yoursel',
Ye scarcely tell to ony:
Conceal yoursel' as weel's ye can
Frae critical dissection;
But keek thro' ev'ry other man,
Wi' sharpen'd, sly inspection.

The sacred lowe o' weel-plac'd love,
Luxuriantly indulge it;
But never tempt th' illicit rove,
Tho' naething should divulge it:
I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing;
But, Och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!

To catch dame Fortune's golden smile,
Assiduous wait upon her;
And gather gear by ev'ry wile
That's justified by honour;
Not for to hide it in a hedge,
Nor for a train attendant;
But for the glorious privilege
Of being independent.

The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip,
To haud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honour grip,
Let that aye be your border;
Its slightest touches, instant pause—
Debar a' side-pretences;
And resolutely keep its laws,
Uncaring consequences.

The great Creator to revere,
Must sure become the creature;
But still the preaching cant forbear,
And ev'n the rigid feature:
Yet ne'er with wits profane to range,
Be complaisance extended;
An atheist-laugh's a poor exchange
For Deity offended!

When ranting round in pleasure's ring,
Religion may be blinded;
Or if she gie a random sting,
It may be little minded;
But when on life we're tempest driv'n—
A conscience but a canker—
A correspondence fix'd wi' Heav'n,
Is sure a noble anchor!

Adieu, dear, amiable youth!
Your heart can ne'er be wanting!
May prudence, fortitude, and truth,
Erect your brow undaunting!
In ploughman phrase, "God send you speed,"
Still daily to grow wiser;
And may ye better reck the rede,
Then ever did th' adviser!

A Friend is a Treasure

A Friend is a Treasure
A friend is someone we turn to,
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure,
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives,
with beauty, joy and grace.
And make the world we live in,
a better and happier place.

True Friendship

By Samantha Sumler

True friends are for life
Until the end
They're more than special
They're your bestest friends.

They're the ones you can go to
When you're in despair
The ones that'll help you
Even when you got gum in your hair!

They're the ones who'll laugh
And go laughing with you all through the night
The ones who'll help you
Help you with all their might

To have a good friend
You have to be one
So be nice to one another
So you can be friends forever
And that\'s how to be the best friend you can be.

A Best Friend

By Renee Duvall

A best friend
is always there,
whether you need advice,
or a pep talk,
or even a shoulder to cry on.
A best friend
listens with her heart
and is always honest with you,
even though the truth
may not be
what you want to hear.
A best friend
knows all your secrets,
understands your fears
shares your dreams.
A best friend
never stops believing in you
even if you give up
on yourself.
you are
that kind of friend
to me.
And no matter what happens,
you always will be.
You are my best friend....
my forever friend.

To My Worthy Friend, Master T. Lewes.

By Henry Vaughan

Sees not my friend, what a deep snow
Candies our country's woody brow?
The yielding branch his load scarce bears,
Oppress'd with snow and frozen tears;
While the dumb rivers slowly float,
All bound up in an icy coat.
Let us meet then! and while this world
In wild eccentrics now is hurl'd,
Keep we, like nature, the same key,
And walk in our forefathers' way.
Why any more cast we an eye
On what may come, not what is nigh?
Why vex ourselves with fear, or hope
And cares beyond our horoscope?
Who into future times would peer,
Looks oft beyond his term set here,
And cannot go into those grounds
But through a churchyard, which them bounds.
Sorrows and sighs and searches spend
And draw our bottom to an end,
But discreet joys lengthen the lease,
Without which life were a disease;
And who this age a mourner goes,
Doth with his tears but feed his foes.

  • Johny my friend
    I had a friend
    His name was Johny
    'twas at my first day at school
    A day bright and sunny
    When we met first
    in the playground,
    'mid noise and dust
    He got in me a friend
    And I in him a friend found.

    We became the best of friends
    Before much time did run
    And passed all turns and bends
    In our school life with elan.
    If he scored big and I couldn't
    He wished I could too
    If got I good marks and he didn't
    How I wished he too got so.
    In the football ground
    If I helped him score a goal
    Danced I round and round
    And then he managed to get me
    In the school play, a good role.
    At lunchtime we shared our tiffin
    And exchanged books of ghosts and goblin.
    Together we came, 'gether did we go
    Even a'ter school did we hang around
    Saw the same thing, heard the same sound.

    And then happened the inevitable.
    A shocking thing, a thing terrible!
    Johny's dad had an accident
    And he breathed his last.
    To his home I went
    The room was full, many came
    Shaking their heads and speaking words same
    "Johny's dad, a good man
    Hardly a time to die
    May rest his soul in heaven
    And his bones in peace lie"
    Soon they took him away
    In a coffin brought in a hurry
    The priest spoke, the ground was made hollow
    And saw to it all
    That he lay six feet below.

    Johny came to school, one last time
    He bade us goodbye, his mom
    Was taking him far
    To the ranch of his grandfather.
    "Will you never come back?" asked I
    He shook his head and hugged me
    And said to me "goodbye"!
    Then Johny turned back
    That his tears I can't see
    But a friend's sorrow can a friend feel
    And though misty eyes made vision lack
    I could see enough still
    That the width 'tween us grew, away went he.

    Letters were a bridge
    But they were few
    And though I did fidge'
    In my heart I knew
    Distance was having indeed
    It's dirty effect on us
    Now alone I did tread
    Where we spent times together
    Laughed, cried and had a fight
    Now he was far
    And for some reason or other
    'twas not possible we could meet.
    Slowly, life made impossible
    Even letters to write.
    New friends came, and then
    Life did not seem so unfit .

    But then, we were destined to meet!

    A fine night it was
    I was waiting with bated breath
    before a glittering theatre
    with scribes, fans and cops armed to teeth.
    Then I saw a car
    And up went a roar
    From the crowd. A huge car
    pulled up before us.
    And there was a ruckus.
    "John! John Dawson!" cried out a belle.
    Out came the man within,
    "Johny! Hey Johny!" cried out I.
    But how hard may I try
    I knew I couldn't be seen.
    He blew a kiss and to everyone waved
    Then the one whom all craved
    Vanished inside the hall
    Heard he not my frenetic call
    He had company; scribes and big stars
    With whom he'll pass the hours.
    My heart sank. I lost the only
    chance. Now the gap 'tween us
    was wide as ever. And most certainly
    I could never meet him. I cursed myself profusely.
    to have come here.
    I came to meet Johny my friend.
    Not Johny the superstar.
    Another roar did the skies rend.
    I looked at the crowd
    they were as if chanting his name.
    Suddenly, I felt proud
    They all loved my friend, the Johny same.
    "Why be selfish?" I told myself
    I should be proud and glad
    That the Johny I knew, the little lad
    Had come this far. My Johny dear!
    I thanked God that I came here.
    I came to meet Johny and I met John
    Yet I felt happy that
    'twas after all the same Johny
    Who once with me at school sat
    And now the love of all who has won.
  • True friend
    A pal is one
    With whom you can have fun
    Who'll listen to you and talk
    With whom you can share a joke
    One you can drink with
    And who with you will dine
    One with whom all will look rosy
    All pretty and all fine...

    But when comes adversity
    You'll seldom find him by your side
    And even if stay does he,
    Not long will he abide.

    A true friend is one
    With whom you can talk
    'bout all under the sun
    With whom you can laugh and joke
    Drink, dine and have fun
    And who to you will lend a ear
    With him all will be Okey doke'.

    Then, when hardship knocks...
    You'll find him by your side
    You he'll never leave
    But try best to you guide
    When you sigh, he'll too heave
    When you fail to succeed
    He'll try to bring to fruition
    Your deed
    When you fall sick
    He'll bring relief
    When the whole world mocks,
    He'll stand by your belief
    If all else the other way looks
    He'll share your grief
    Even if harm befalls ye
    He'll stand in its way
    And will not hesitate even a bit
    To endanger his life, to lay down it.
    And prove that a friend in need
    Is a friend indeed!

    Such a friend is hard to come by
    Who'll laugh with you, with you who'll cry
    So if ever one you get,
    Try to be worthy of your mate
    And see that never breaks the bond
    That you with him ties fond.
  • Unknown Friendship
    first--sarcasm fills the air
    striking remarks then follows.
    small grins, dubious eyebrows,
    oh--let the arguments begin!
    time passes by...
    only acquiring the habit we have begun.
    though the longer the mockery is,
    the harder it is revealing each other's identity.
    ...ironically--my only goal is to uncover the real "you."
    unfortunately, there's just too many sarcasm,
    and barely little of the real us...
    I asked if we could change it,
    you said "yes--we can."
    deciding that nature will take its place
    we set aside our worries and proceed with life.
    while in our minds,
    there's still a boundary keeping us apart.
    will our friendship ever be at ease? my mind
    I hope
    I pray.
  • A Friend
    A friend is like a shade tree
    Beside a summer way.
    A friend is like the sunshine
    That makes a perfect day.
    A friend is like a flower
    That's worn close to the heart.
    A friend is like a treasure
    With which one will not part.

    Soul's Treasure
    A Friend is a Treasure
    A friend is someone we turn to,
    when our spirits need a lift.
    A friend is someone we treasure,
    for our friendship is a gift.
    A friend is someone who fills our lives,
    with beauty, joy and grace.
    And make the world we live in,
    a better and happier place.
  • Just Being Friends
    "Friendship happens in that special moment
    when someone reaches out to another,
    trusts, comforts, believes in another,
    and makes a special difference
    that no one else can make".
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