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The only word I cannot say | | i miss my friend o so much i miss his sweet and gentle touch he'd run his fingers through his hair if .......... |
The Bird That Couldn't Fly | | ....... say. she tries with all her might, to be herself around her friends, but something doesn't feel right, a broken heart that .......... |
A Milestone of the Heart | | a milestone of the heart has the wind for a friend is inspiration for the soul that stay's true to the end. a milestone of the .......... |
A Poem for You... | | A face that is warm and gentle It smiles before saying hello It draws you in but asks nothing There is no requirement A smile that speaks without utterance Yet there is so much noise A noise of silent happy a noise of Come hither joy Tall but not .......... |
Ballad of a Thief Past | | ....... of thieves? should i make amends? for pain inflicted upon shrouded friends? could i? forgiven unto the law of man, when i .......... |
Can we still be friends? | | ........ i lost but then felt your warm, gentle hand you then whispered in my ear that by my side you'll forever stand |
Fair Weathered Friend | | ........ both knew it would end someday. i can't go on i'm afraid it's the end; i just can't be a fair weathered friend. |
Friends | | ....... have ups and they have downs, friends forgive, forget, and forever stand. they always help you, no matter what may be at .......... |
Friends Forever | | We laugh so hard we cry. We reminisce about past days. The memories we've shared since we were in the sixth grade. No one could ever know me the way you do. They would never understand the things you knew. We've acted so crazy. Life's gone by so fast. What's .......... |
Invisible | | ........ become your greatest hero. that is the meaning, of a true friend. to be here with you, until the very end. | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| Next> >> | | Best Friend Poems: 11-20 of 160 |
So much poetry and art has been dedicated to best friends. One of the most touching stories that have spun so much poetry and loyalties of friendship is that of Emperor Haidrian and Antonius. Haidrian made Antonius a god after the tragic death of his best friend at the Nile River during a voyage through Egypt. Our friends are very exceptional and a great asset to our lives. They share with us the good and the bad through life and give us a boost when needed. What better way to express your adoration and gratitude to your friend than through poetry. Best friend poetry often times share stories of good times and honor the friend with praise during trials that they have gone through together. Many best friend poems keep the memory of their friends alive even when they are gone. We have so many best friend poems that people have shared with us and we would like in turn share them with you.
best friend Poem of the Day
TACT
What boots it, thy virtue,
What profit thy parts,
While one thing thou lackest,
The art of all arts!
The only credentials,
Passport to success,
Opens castle and parlor,
Address, man, Address.
The maiden in danger
Was saved by the swain,
His stout arm restored her
To Broadway again:
The maid would reward him,
Gay company come,
They laugh, she laughs with them,
He is moonstruck and dumb.
This clenches the bargain,
Sails out of the bay,
Gets the vote in the Senate,
Spite of Webster and Clay;
Has for genius no mercy,
For speeches no heed,
It lurks in the eyebeam,
It leaps to its deed.
Church, tavern, and market,
Bed and board it will sway;
It has no to-morrow,
It ends with to-day.
- RALPH WALDO EMERSON
Quote of the Day
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TACT
What boots it, thy virtue,
What profit thy parts,
While one thing thou lackest,
The art of all arts!
The only credentials,
Passport to success,
Opens castle and parlor,
Address, man, Address.
The maiden in danger
Was saved by the swain,
His stout arm restored her
To Broadway again:
The maid would reward him,
Gay company come,
They laugh, she laughs with them,
He is moonstruck and dumb.
This clenches the bargain,
Sails out of the bay,
Gets the vote in the Senate,
Spite of Webster and Clay;
Has for genius no mercy,
For speeches no heed,
It lurks in the eyebeam,
It leaps to its deed.
Church, tavern, and market,
Bed and board it will sway;
It has no to-morrow,
It ends with to-day.
- RALPH WALDO EMERSON |
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