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To My Best Freind | | You see right through my pretenses you look right through my mask you know just when I need a hug I never need to ask You show up when I'm lonely you stay when I'm depressed all of my rude comments you shrug away in jest You see all my dark you see all my .......... |
A Milestone of the Heart | | a milestone of the heart has the wind for a friend inspiration for the soul that stays true to the end. a milestone of the heart .......... |
Alone... | | ....... ... i laugh at my former faith in the saying "friends are forever." as i trudge through this desert of a life, .......... |
An Angle Named Amelia | | ....... her in my life i am not sure where i'd be we will be best friends forever until we die we have certain jokes that no one would .......... |
Change | | ....... is a moment in life of willingness to proceed in life to be the best you can be change in your life isn't always easy to .......... |
Did You | | did you know what it was like to have a true friend? someone who loves you right to the end. did you live everyday as if it were your last. did .......... |
Hopeless Teenager | | ....... my secret, this is my curse. this uncertainty! i think i may burst. my best friend is good. would girl friend be better? my feelings are .......... |
I am | | ........ date, stop! i am with you screamed she at her pitch turning back i smiled and said "aren't you destiny, my best friend" |
If I could... | | ........ tomorrow. put a smile on your face. and hope that in some way you forgive me and take away my pains. ... is be your friend. |
My Friend | | ....... never leave your side no matter what will come along our souls forever tied." so i went home, to my surprise my sister came .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| Next> >> | | Friendship Poems: 31-40 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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