Here's some inspirational friendship poems to remind us of how friends are life's gifts.
Friendship is one of the most important relationships we would cultivate in our lifetime.
In our journey of life, lots can happen but without friends the journey is made rather dull and lonely. Friends have the ability to make our joys all the more sweeter and our pains just a tad softer. Loyal friends who stand by us through both our joys and sufferings are indeed cherished treasures.
Let's not take our friends for granted. Let's be grateful for the special friendships we've built over the years while embracing new friends warmly. Let's be reminded of the beauty of friendship by reading through these friendship poems!
A number of these friends poems are by Edgar A. Guest. His views on friendships are sincere and stirring. Enjoy!
A Friend's Greeting by Edgar A. Guest
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me; I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be; I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.
I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you, To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue; I'd like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard, And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you've stirred.
I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me, Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be; I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon.
I'm wishing at this Christmas time that I could but repay A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way; And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be: I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.
A Mile With Me by Henry Van Dyke
O who will walk a mile with me Along life's merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and free, And let his frolic fancy play, Like a happy child, through the flowers gay That fill the field and fringe the way Where he walks a mile with me.
And who will walk a mile with me Along life's weary way? A friend whose heart has eyes to see The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea, And the quiet rest at the end o' the day,â€" A friend who knows, and dares to say, The brave, sweet words that cheer the way Where he walks a mile with me.
With such a comrade, such a friend, I fain would walk till journeys end, Through summer sunshine, winter rain, And then?â€"Farewell, we shall meet again!
A Smile by Author Unknown
Smiling is infectious, You catch it like the flu, When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner, And someone saw my grin, When he smiled I realized, I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile, Then realized its worth, A single smile, just like mine, Could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin, Don't leave it undetected. Let's start an epidemic quick, And get the world infected.
First Name Friends by Edgar A. Guest
Though some may yearn for titles great, and seek the frills of fame, I do not care to have an extra handle to my name. I am not hungry for the pomp of life's high dignities, I do not sigh to sit among the honored LL. D.'s. I shall be satisfied if I can be unto the end, To those I know and live with here, a simple, first-name friend.
There's nothing like the comradeship which warms the lives of those Who make the glorious circle of the Jacks and Bills and Joes. With all his majesty and power, Old Caesar never knew The joy of first-name fellowship, as all the Eddies do. Let them who will be "mistered" here and raised above the rest; I hold a first-name greeting is by far the very best.
Acquaintance calls for dignity. You never really know The man on whom the terms of pomp you feel you must bestow. Professor William Joseph Wise may be your friend, but still You are not certain of the fact till you can call him Bill. But hearts grow warm and lips grow kind, and all the shamming ends, When you are in the company of good old first-name friends.
The happiest men on earth are not the men of highest rank; That joy belongs to George, and Jim, to Henry and to Frank; With them the prejudice of race and creed and wealth depart, And men are one in fellowship and always light of heart. So I would live and laugh and love until my sun descends, And share the joyous comradeship of honest first-name friends.
Friends by Edgar A. Guest
Ain't it fine when things are going Topsy-turvy and askew To discover someone showing Good old-fashioned faith in you?
Ain't it good when life seems dreary And your hopes about to end, Just to feel the handclasp cheery Of a fine old loyal friend?
Gosh! one fellow to another Means a lot from day to day, Seems we're living for each other In a friendly sort of way.
When a smile or cheerful greetin' Means so much to fellows sore, Seems we ought to keep repeatin' Smiles an' praises more an' more.
Heartprints by Author Unknown
Whatever our hands touch - We leave fingerprints! On walls, on furniture On doorknobs, dishes, books. There's no escape. As we touch we leave our identity.
Wherever I go today Help me leave heartprints! Heartprints of compassion Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness And genuine concern. May my heart touch a lonely neighbor Or a runaway daughter Or an anxious mother Or perhaps an aged grandfather.
Send me out today To leave heartprints. And if someone should say, "I felt your touch," May they also sense the love that is deep within my heart.
It Takes Time by Fion Lim
I know you're hurting today feeling as if the world stands still while your heart achingly breaks and gray skies have settled in
I know it seems overpowering for you to bear today's strains rest your weary body if you must cry your heart out if it helps
I know how crushing it is when the loss seems unbearable you feel your world is in shreds and your heart is bleeding so
Little matters much at this moment when you so long for the past where things were good and fine but please know one day you'll be okay
Till then my dear friend I'll be standing by you as you've done so for me in the past I'll stand by you my friend
We cannot count our friends, nor say How many praise us day by day. Each one of us has friends that he Has yet to meet and really know, Who guard him, wheresoe'er they be, From harm and slander's cruel blow. They help to light our path with cheer, Although they pass as strangers here.
These friends, unseen, unheard, unknown, Our lasting gratitude should own. They serve us in a thousand ways Where we perhaps should friendless be; They tell our worth and speak our praise And for their service ask no fee; They choose to be our friends, although We have not learned to call them so.
We cannot guess how large the debt We owe to friends we have not met. We only know, from day to day, That we discover here and there How one has tried to smooth our way, And ease our heavy load of care, Then passed along and left behind His friendly gift for us to find.