#friendship poems on Hello Poetry

Indra L Jul 21

Against life, we grew wiser
Rooftop dancing at golden hour,
Theorising on human behaviour.

The music made us tougher,
**** - supposedly smarter

We were promised a future;
'brighter'
Yet nothing cut greater than trusting her.

Risking safety to feel folly,
Thriving in co-dependency

She made me lonely.

But our jaws and belly both hurtful, I was thankful
To laugh so freely, hide carelessly empty -
We built a nest of sufficiency for what felt like a century.

Still lonely, though
Shamefully hoping one day she’d hate me so.

#friendship #heartbreak #platonic #love #nostalgia #distrust #dependency #loneliness

mae kumiko Jul 22

Grassy Field

I'm standing at the roof of the school, looking out toward the sky.

All the clouds here are grey, as usual. The same mundane, and dull weather that always appears in this town.

Looking down, at the pavement below, I make my choice. As I jump off the roof, the wind blowing against my body as I fall to the ground.

Only to stop in the air, and float along with the wind, unable to understand what's happening, I float in an awed silence, becoming alike the wind, gentle, and flowing, moving blissfully through the air, only to come to my senses, once I notice that I'm far away from the school now.

I'm hovering over a grassy field, and I slowly start to ease downward to the ground, feeling my socks press against the ground, a cold sensation moving through my feet, and into my legs.

I smile softly, walking through the field, and laughing as I brush my hands against the grass, breaking into a small run, moving in any direction I want, taking in the natural beauty of the field, before I come across a clearing.

Curious, I slowly walk toward the feeling, my mouth agape in excitment for what I'll find. Only to see a long lost friend standing in the center of the clearing.

My eyes tear up, as I walk toward them.

Is this real?

Are they actually here?

Are my eyes deceiving me?

They look back to see me, the familiar smile I've missed, stuck on their face, as I move close to them, tears further escaping me, as they pull me into an embrace.

This field, is an escape.

There's hope to be had, once again.

Time to sleep. May your day/night be ever peaceful. If times are tough, know this random "poet" on the internet believes in you. Be well.

#happyend #suicide #friendship #interpretation #nature

Abdulla Jul 21

Can you hear the bees?

I call and I text, I hope and I pray,
Because there’s no one left, no one here to stay.
You’re busy with friends and I’m done saying please
I knew it was coming, the sound of the bees

You’ve climbed so high while I’m below
And you start to hear the bees temptation in the echo
I sit here and write, while you sit and laugh,
Stuck thinking of times when my heart wasn’t half.

I still remember when honey wasn’t scarce,
When I wasn’t left alone, caught in despair.
When others stripped ur pollen, and the garden bare
I had other flowers with plenty to share.

Flowers so elegant so white and crisp
It only lasted a while- a while of bliss
No
And though honey is sweet and bees are brave
They sting when scared, leaving them in the grave
But when desperation meets temptation ur left with our expiration
So now you’re up there with bees fitting in seamlessly

And so should I because flowers are overrated
Let my heart feel- no longer sedated

And though you were my only flower,
I’m not gonna cower
I don’t call or text nor hope or pray
there’s no one left, no one here to stay.

#bees #loneliness #heartbreak #longing #nature #loss #friendship #pain #poetry #emotional

CantSeeMe Jun 30

Just like... always

looking at others
didn’t know it bothered

cause when they start to talk
saying things like 'I wish he’d call'

it hurts
I know I can't say that
cause they are just living their life
happy they look
blooming inside

nothing can destroy that
at least that’s how they feel

I should mind my own business
but-
Should I warn them?
cause it's going to be worse
but for some reason they don’t see the curse

give it time
and everything crashes down
just like…
always

maybe

#love #cycle #friendship #trap

Lee Jul 21

all jazz band members are the same

I asked if you recalled
the time in the snow
to mega bed you hauled
your bag and your speedo
Got there, you sprawled
said your back had a blow
Said the mushrooms you did
made your self-worth glow

You claim you're too busy though
I know you still care
but something warm fills me whole
not happiness, its unfair
How you once trudged through the snow
just to smell my hair

#college #friendship #relationship #love #school #lost #dorm

Odalys Jul 19

Chosen by Heart

I count my blessings every day, and near the top, it’s clear—
Are friends who feel like family, who hold me close and dear.
Through laughter loud and late-night calls, through chaos and through calm,
They’ve wrapped me in a love so deep, it’s been my healing balm.

Our bond’s not built from blood or name, but something even more—
A soulful thread, a steady root, a wide and open door.
They’ve seen my worst and stayed around, no judgment in their eyes,
Just honesty and inside jokes and truth that never lies.

While some ties fade like passing winds, these hearts remain so true,
They show up when the world goes dark and help me make it through.
They’ve held my hand when I was weak, and danced when I was strong—
A chosen crew that’s walked with me through every right and wrong.

So thank you, God, for souls like this, who feel like home to me—
Whose love runs deeper than the blood of any family tree.
I’m rich in ways the world can’t see, with treasures that don’t end—
For nothing beats the kind of love that comes from a true friend.

#friendship #village #tribe

lisagrace Jul 19

Still Enough As I Am

My friend, I love you

I'm not in love with you, just to be clear.
It's not so much
in the way that you walk,
or the way that you talk.
Or even the way your long hair
is always just so.
Or your smile.
Or your warmth.

I remember the way that I used to be.
Quiet.
Unsure.
Afraid.
Naive.

But you pulled me away,
made me see that I could be more -
would be more, beside you.

I remember your birthday
at your family's restaurant.
I knew I'd already
ruined the night for myself,
but you found me
where I stood alone in the street...
and the silence softened.
You asked me if I wanted to dance.
I said no, it was already too late,
the damage was done...
but I wanted to say yes.

****, I wanted to say yes.

You're the one who listens to me,
who doesn't assume
I'll always say no thankyou.
I'd had "friends" like that before,
They made me believe
that I wasn't enough, just as I am.
But you...you believe that I am.

Now? I’d say yes.
No hesitation.
With you, the nerves quiet down.
I don’t feel like I have to hide.
It just feels safe.
Like I can dance without thinking,
and not be afraid of being seen.

But I've worried, even now.
Am I doing enough?
Do I check in, when it matters?
Am I still enough as I am?
You are a ******* gem, and all I want
is for you to sparkle.

I see how you are with others.
Lighter
Laughing
The way it skims the air,
untouched by my knowing.
I look at you and I wonder,
could I be like that?
Do I even want to?
I know my energy is quiet and subtle,
yet you meet me there and reflect it...
but is what we have enough for us?

This could all just be in my head.
I know I'm a worrier.
But I think you know
how much you mean to me.

I'll never say it.
I can't.
Not out loud, anyway.
But I can manage a birthday card
and a felt frame of a tabby cat
who looks like Julia.
The words flow easier that way.
And so I write it here too.

I really, platonically love you.
My squish.
My gem.
I love you.

A platonic love letter to the friend who helped me grow into myself.
This is for the ones who stay soft, who see you clearly,
and love you as you already are.

#platoniclove #friendship #selfacceptance #healing #growth #quietlove #spokenword #squish #foundfamily

Michael Shave Jul 18

Replying to An Old Friend

I think that your writing
Is sometimes exciting.
A pleasure to read any time.
You express such thinking
Which I read whilst drinking,
We might even be partners in crime.

Old soldiers like us
Retired from the fuss
Can reflect what the World might have been.
And when culling forth verse
We are sometimes the worse
For describing those things that we’ve seen.

And so my old friend
This ditty I send.
A reply that I’ve written in haste.
But when all’s said and done
Poetry’s fun
Even when not in good taste.

#friendship

Evly Jul 18

In Her Smile

Blood and bone—are we not the same? I ask.
I am her; she is me.
Why is she looking up—
While I look down?
She in rags.
I, in a dress.

#inequality #humanity #contrast #poverty #wealth #mirror #class #love #friendship #yearning