Friends are the flowers | Best Friendship Poems

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Friends are the flowers in the garden of life.
They help you through time of trouble and strife.

There’s nothing like friends to make a heart sing.
True friends will share with you most everything.

They will not abandon you in times of need.
They aren’t overcome by envy of greed.

Friends are the icing of life’s great big cake.
Real friends will give and allow you to take.

I don’t know how i would survive without friends.
They applaud my beginning and mourn my sad ends.

Tell me, please tell me, what would i do.
If i didn’t have a garden full of friends just like YOU!

Have A Beautiful Week My Friend.

Friendship Of The Souls | English Poems

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Friendship Of The Souls

Have you ever felt like you know someone
a long, long time ago?
Another place, another time,
a friendship of the souls?
Two people who share a bond
for reason neither know,
A feeling that they were friends,
a long, long time ago?

Did the stumble onto each other
by pure circumstaces,
Or was it fate and destiny
that played a certain hand?
Two sould interwined,
they are worlds apart,
But the soul, it knows no difference,
in matters of the heart.

Somehow they are drawn together,
fate has brought them back,
Each living worlds apart,
they journey sperate paths.
When this life is over,
and a new life begins.
Their souls will find each other,
two souls that we call friends.

The Arrow and the Song

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.

Love and Friendship – English Poems

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

What Would Life Be

What would life be with out friends like thee
I’ll tell you, like no longer being free.
Imagine what life would be so sad and blue
To go through life without that special you.
And I know we live so far away
Through the internet we are like castaways
Never get to touch or hug you for this I only pray
For some day I hope we can meet
To hug and laugh and dance to the beat
I know this would be a treat
For now this is all I see
Is my good friend here with me
Just think what life would be
Without friends like thee