Best friend poems are heartfelt expressions of the unique and cherished bond shared between close companions. These verses beautifully encapsulate the essence of friendship, capturing the laughter, support, and shared moments that make these relationships so special. Whether whimsical, sentimental, or downright humorous, best friend poems celebrate the joy of having a confidant, a partner in crime and the happiness of having someone to share life’s highs and lows with.
In the realm of poetry, words become a canvas for emotions, and these poems for your best friend below artfully weave sentiments into verses that resonate with shared experiences. They are a timeless way to convey appreciation for the friend who knows you inside out, offering solace in times of need and doubling the joy in moments of triumph. From rhyming stanzas to free verse, these poems capture the spirit of camaraderie, illustrating the unspoken understanding that exists between the closest of friends.
As a gesture of love and gratitude, best friend poems become sentimental tokens of showing affection, perfect for birthdays, milestones, or simply to remind your close friend of the bond you share. Through rhythm and rhyme, these popular and meaningful best friend poems praise the beauty of true friendship, standing as a testament to the enduring power of companionship. Whether handwritten in a heartfelt letter or shared aloud during a special occasion, best friend poems have the power to strengthen the ties that bind kindred spirits together.
You are the only person I trust with my life
I can tell you anything you cause me no strife
I love you so much but I know it can’t be
Your heart belongs to someone I know it’s not me
But I will wait forever to win your heart
I hate to think we are drifting apart
I’m sorry if you think I am ignoring you
It’s not something I would ever do
My head has been in a right state
But I have never forgotten my best mate
You are my rock on which I rely
I will love you till the day I die
So please forgive me my dearest friend
I never want our friendship to ever end
Please understand just how I feel
My love for you is not fake but very real
I would walk to you wherever you are
If it’s too far I might have to use my car
The point I’m making is how much I care
I would follow you my friend anywhere
I never want us to ever be apart
You own a big piece of my heart
If I never see you ever again
My heart would die from the pain
You are a very special friend to me
I only hope you can truly see
My life means nothing without you
I love you so much I really do
2, I Love You Best Friend © Diadem Joy Mariano
Once upon a time
I fall in love to my partner in crime
But I didn’t tell it to him yet
It is still my biggest number one secret
We spend many times together
Sharing problems and feelings to each other
Everyone says that we are like a couple
Sweet, cool, and adorable
I always feel happy whenever I’m with him
Now, my world becomes rainbow from being dim
Full of happiness, sweetness and many more
I think I can’t fight this feeling anymore
Now, it’s the time that I need to confess
That my feelings and love for him is not a mess
I make him as my inspiration
To my brain’s construction
Oh, I feel like I’m jumping on the clouds my dear
Happy but nervous, hoping that you come here
Minutes passed but luckily my wish come true
You say hi and I also wave to you
We did a face-to-face conversation
And I feel like it’s a do or die situation
Before I speak, you hold both of my hands and stop me
Saying, “I have something to say to you Tacky”
I don’t know what you are going to say
But I think it’s going to be my worst day
And I was shock by your news
Not knowing anything, having no clues
You are courting the friend of your peers
And you mention that it’s already for about five years
This morning she called you
And she says “YES” and you’re now her “MOO”
That time, I wanted to cry
But I can’t so I just sigh and smile
I took off your hands and say goodbye
You say why but I run and look high
I always meet you together with Lucy
You’re both happy but I’m sad and lonely
But I keep on smiling and pretending too
Even behind those smiles are tears from you
Every time I always reminisce those memories
For it is worth to be cherish
But I’m afraid you’re not now my “MOO”
For you are now owned by someone who loves you
But, friend always remember
Not for my being a little pretty liar
But because you will always be my best friend
And I promise, it is until the end.
I hope you’re happy, you went and broke my heart,
You took my world, and you tore it all apart.
Said you loved me, now I know it wasn’t true,
But I hope you’re happy girl, yes I really do.
Girl, I hope you’re happy.
Why you cryin’ girl ? you’re the one that left,
Caught me by surprise, made me lose my breath.
You ran off to Vegas, with that other guy,
And now you call me, but all you do is cry.
Girl, I don’t wanna hear you cry.
I wish you well girl, but I found somebody new,
After you left me, it seemed the thing to do.
My heart finally healed, my life is on the mend,
Too bad you ran to Vegas……. with my once best friend.
Yep…..my ex-best friend. Ex-best friend.
Like the photos gone rusted
But never are thrown
For stories are kept there
For you to recall
You stay in my mind
At the last corner of the shelf
Far to reach now
Maybe that’s why you’re so vague.
With no names in pictures
And faces gone blur
All I see is some strangers
Playing in the school field.
But all the unknown laughters
That, make my heart warm,
Tells me you were once
My best friend for sure.
5, Best Friends Forever © Mariam Begum
Best friends forever
These words said wherever.
Seems like the weather,
It changes whenever.
Some days we are best friends,
Some days we’re not.
Some days we’re just fellow mates,
Who got lost in their thoughts.
Sometimes it’s a fake play
Or maybe it’s real?
I wish I could do mind play
To know how you feel.
I don’t care if it’s fake,
Just don’t hope to be late.
To mend all my past mistakes,
I wish I could retake.
Let’s both be friends again
After all of this time.
I wish to say this again
“We’re bffs anytime”.
6, Friends Are Like Joy © Theresa There Oosthuysen
Friends are for the moment that spread the love around
There is some kind of passion that surrounds
True friends are like blessing in your life
True friends are there in every stride
Definition of friend cannot be so true
Unless you have found a true friend and new
As I have rightly found you
You are my best friend forever in time!
A friend, she has been
For as long as I can remember,
She loves me
Under all circumstances.
A friend, she makes me
Feel so beautiful and gay,
She makes me look into my soul
Unjudgemental and unafraid.
A friend, she unclutters my mind
Fills it with clarity,
She makes me realise
That it’s I who is she, my best friend.
Dad – You have been an extraordinary friend,
You were always giving me a helping hand,
Your hovering attentiveness soothed my problems,
And encouraged me to always take a firm stand.
You were aware of my physical and emotional pain,
And helped reduce my fretting and daily fears,
Stood at my side when problems seemed unsolvable,
With handkerchief in hand, wiping away my tears.
You held my hand and walked with me
When the pace was overwhelmed with strife,
Instilling a perpetual courage in my mind,
Admonishing wrong, teaching the positive aspects of life.
Your wisdom and display of interest and concern
Enlightened my life and gave new courage to my heart.
You never appeared to be weary, just standing by,
Quietly assuming your responsibility – doing your part.
Now that you are deceased, and as I older grow,
I realize you were the best friend I ever had.
Regretfully, I never said what you meant to me,
So I gratefully will say – ‘ God bless you, Dad.’
I can’t change you but I will try;
You are my friend and you know why;
If wise, you must certainly cry!
With remorse, atone for a while.
Good men suffer for venial sins;
Here on Earth, not in hellish kilns;
Tongue has no bones; words must not mince;
A true water-fish has some fins.
Pleasures are not always the same;
Our emotions must become tame;
To enjoy joys, sorrows must call!
Life’s ups and downs, happen to all.
Born in this world, improve thine soul;
Prepare for the next Life- our goal;
A mansion-life, isn’t saintly one!
Bend, thou must ‘fore you arise, son.
Time is for good use, if you can;
Unused, forever ‘tis gone, Man;
Peace of mind, good health and some wealth,
Achieve them hard-work and by stealth.
dedicated to ‘my best friend’!
10, Best Friend © Mizscorpio
You are my best friend; you belong in my heart.
We go through ups and downs, but still nothing can tear us apart.
I know you as a sister, and I will always care.
Love, respect, and trust are the things we share.
I know you as a person; I especially know you as a friend.
Our friendship is something that will never end.
Right now, this second, this minute, this day,
Our sisterhood is here, is here to stay.
My friendship with you is special and true.
When we are together, we stick like glue.
When I’m in the darkness that needs some light,
When you’re by my side, I know things are all right.
Our friendship is so strong; it breaks down bars.
Our friendship is also bright, like the sun and the stars.
If we were in a competition for friendships, we would get a gold,
Because responsibility and cleverness are the keys we hold.
I met you as a stranger, took you as a friend.
I hope our long friendship will never end.
Our friendship is like a magnet; it pulls us together,
Because no matter where we are, our friendship will last forever!
11, Tug O’ War © Shel Silverstein
“I will not play at tug o’ war.
I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins”
12, A Poision Tree © William Blake
“I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.”
13, To A Friend © Matthew Arnold
Who prop, thou ask’st in these bad days, my mind?–
He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,
And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.
Much he, whose friendship I not long since won,
That halting slave, who in Nicopolis
Taught Arrian, when Vespasian’s brutal son
Cleared Rome of what most shamed him. But be his
My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul,
From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild;
Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole;
The mellow glory of the Attic stage,
Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.
Night, the fat serpent, slipped among the plants,
Intent upon the apples of his eyes;
A heavy bandoleer hung like a prize
Around his neck, and tropical red ants
Mounted his body, and he heard advance,
Little by little, the thin female cries
Of mortar shells. He thought of Paradise.
Such is the vision that extremity grants.
In the clean brightness of magnesium
Flares, there were seven angels by a tree.
Their hair flashed diamonds, and they made him doubt
They were not really from Elysium.
And his flesh opened like a peony,
Red at the heart, white petals furling out.
‘He is my friend,’ I said,–
‘Be patient!’ Overhead
The skies were drear and dim;
And lo! the thought of him
Smited on my heart–and then
The sun shone out again!
‘He is my friend!’ The words
Brought summer and the birds;
And all my winter-time
Thawed into running rhyme
And rippled into song,
Warm, tender, brave, and strong.
And so it sings to-day.–
So may it sing alway!
Though waving grasses grow
Between, and lilies blow
Their trills of perfume clear
As laughter to the ear,
Let each mute measure end
With ‘Still he is thy friend.’
16, O My Friends © Mirabai
O my friends,
What can you tell me of Love,
Whose pathways are filled with strangeness?
When you offer the Great One your love,
At the first step your body is crushed.
Next be ready to offer your head as his seat.
Be ready to orbit his lamp like a moth giving in to the light,
To live in the deer as she runs toward the hunter’s call,
In the partridge that swallows hot coals for love of the moon,
In the fish that, kept from the sea, happily dies.
Like a bee trapped for life in the closing of the sweet flower,
Mira has offered herself to her Lord.
She says, the single Lotus will swallow you whole.
I swing more than the hour I am with you,
But tonight my lips don’t smell of rum while you
Meet with your husband and a friend in
Egrets perch over you, but what are the shapes of
And when can I run away again, softly repeating
The mistakes of your empty branches,
While mother washes her face, and the old dogs
Cry because they have never seen your
Face as I have seen your face, or at least that is
My make-believe for why they should cry
When there is a storm of tinsel and the spit of kissing-
Balls over the Faberge castles, where lawyers are
Kissing their cohorts on senior fieldtrips all spread out
Through the unreal esplanades, the slender walks of
Their professional amusements;
If I should see you there in a chariot of your legs,
I would hold this breath for you, and wait long enough for
The oceans to change places with the clouds,
If to show you that I was not your prince; in fact meaning
More than the stations of the otherwise or any man,
As if this were a game of musical chairs held over from
Kindergarten, and we were the two seated last together,
Like a prince and his queen, or any other meaningless thing,
Except that I would like you to be my best friend.
18, Friendship © William Cowper
What virtue, or what mental grace
But men unqualified and base
Will boast it their possession?
Profusion apes the noble part
Of liberality of heart,
And dulness of discretion.
If every polish’d gem we find,
Illuminating heart or mind,
Provoke to imitation;
No wonder friendship does the same,
That jewel of the purest flame,
Or rather constellation.
No knave but boldly will pretend
The requisites that form a friend,
A real and a sound one;
Nor any fool, he would deceive,
But prove as ready to believe,
And dream that he had found one.
Candid, and generous, and just,
Boys care but little whom they trust,
An error soon corrected—
For who but learns in riper years
That man, when smoothest he appears,
Is most to be suspected?
But here again a danger lies,
Lest, having misapplied our eyes,
And taken trash for treasure,
We should unwarily conclude
Friendship a false ideal good,
A mere Utopian pleasure.
An acquisition rather rare
Is yet no subject of despair;
Nor is it wise complaining,
If, either on forbidden ground,
Or where it was not to be found,
We sought without attaining.
No friendship will abide the test,
That stands on sordid interest,
Or mean self-love erected;
Nor such as may awhile subsist
Between the sot and sensualist,
For vicious ends connected.
Who seek a friend should come dispos’d
To exhibit, in full bloom disclos’d,
The graces and the beauties
That form the character he seeks,
For ‘tis a union that bespeaks
Mutual attention is implied,
And equal truth on either side,
And constantly supported;
‘Tis senseless arrogance to accuse
Another of sinister views,
Our own as much distorted.
But will sincerity suffice?
It is indeed above all price,
And must be made the basis;
But every virtue of the soul
Must constitute the charming whole,
All shining in their places.
A fretful temper will divide
The closest knot that may be tied,
By ceaseless sharp corrosion;
A temper passionate and fierce
May suddenly your joys disperse
At one immense explosion.
In vain the talkative unite
In hopes of permanent delight—
The secret just committed,
Forgetting its important weight,
They drop through mere desire to prate,
And by themselves outwitted.
How bright soe’er the prospect seems,
All thoughts of friendship are but dreams,
If envy chance to creep in;
An envious man, if you succeed,
May prove a dangerous foe indeed,
But not a friend worth keeping.
As envy pines at good possess’d,
So jealously looks forth distress’d
On good that seems approaching;
And, if success his steps attend,
Discerns a rival in a friend,
And hates him for encroaching.
Hence authors of illustrious name,
Unless belied by common fame,
Are sadly prone to quarrel,
To deem the wit a friend displays
A tax upon their own just praise,
And pluck each other’s laurel.
A man renown’d for repartee
Will seldom scruple to make free
With friendship’s finest feeling,
Will thrust a dagger at your breast,
And say he wounded you in jest,
By way of balm for healing.
Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention;
Aspersion is the babbler’s trade,
To listen is to lend him aid,
And rush into dissension.
A friendship that in frequent fits
Of controversial rage emits
The sparks of disputation,
Like hand-in-hand insurance-plates,
Most unavoidably creates
The thought of conflagration.
Some fickle creatures boast a soul
True as a needle to the pole,
Their humour yet so various—
They manifest their whole life through
The needle’s deviations too,
Their love is so precarious.
The great and small but rarely meet
On terms of amity complete;
Plebeians must surrender,
And yield so much to noble folk,
It is combining fire with smoke,
Obscurity with splendour.
Some are so placid and serene
(As Irish bogs are always green),
They sleep secure from waking;
And are indeed a bog, that bears
Your unparticipated cares
Unmoved and without quaking.
Courtier and patriot cannot mix
Their heterogeneous politics
Without an effervescence,
Like that of salts with lemon juice,
Which does not yet like that produce
A friendly coalescence.
Religion should extinguish strife,
And make a calm of human life;
But friends that chance to differ
On points which God has left at large,
How freely will they meet and charge!
No combatants are stiffer.
To prove at last my main intent
Needs no expense of argument,
No cutting and contriving—
Seeking a real friend, we seem
To adopt the chemist’s golden dream,
With still less hope of thriving.
Sometimes the fault is all our own,
Some blemish in due time made known
By trespass or omission;
Sometimes occasion brings to light
Our friend’s defect, long hid from sight,
And even from suspicion.
Then judge yourself, and prove your man
As circumspectly as you can,
And, having made election,
Beware no negligence of yours,
Such as a friend but ill endures,
Enfeeble his affection.
That secrets are a sacred trust,
That friends should be sincere and just,
That constancy befits them,
Are observations on the case,
That savour much of commonplace,
And all the world admits them.
But ‘tis not timber, lead, and stone,
An architect requires alone
To finish a fine building—
The palace were but half complete,
If he could possibly forget
The carving and the gilding.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves by thumps upon your back
How he esteems your merit,
Is such a friend, that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon or to bear it.
As similarity of mind,
Or something not to be defined,
First fixes our attention;
So manners decent and polite,
The same we practised at first sight,
Must save it from declension.
Some act upon this prudent plan,
“Say little, and hear all you can.”
Safe policy, but hateful—
So barren sands imbibe the shower,
But render neither fruit nor flower,
Unpleasant and ungrateful.
The man I trust, if shy to me,
Shall find me as reserved as he,
No subterfuge or pleading
Shall win my confidence again;
I will by no means entertain
A spy on my proceeding.
These samples—for, alas! at last
These are but samples, and a taste
Of evils yet unmention’d—
May prove the task a task indeed,
In which ‘tis much if we succeed,
However well intention’d.
Pursue the search, and you will find
Good sense and knowledge of mankind
To be at least expedient,
And, after summing all the rest,
Religion ruling in the breast
A principal ingredient.
The noblest Friendship ever shown
The Saviour’s history makes known,
Though some have turn’d and turn’d it;
And, whether being crazed or blind,
Or seeking with a biass’d mind,
Have not, it seems, discern’d it.
O Friendship! if my soul forego
Thy dear delights while here below,
To mortify and grieve me,
May I myself at last appear
Unworthy, base, and insincere,
Or may my friend deceive me!
How blest the sacred tie that binds
In union sweet according minds!
How swift the heavenly course they run,
Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one!
To each, the soul of each how dear,
What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within
Refine from earth and cleanse from sin!
Their streaming tears together flow
For human guilt and mortal woe;
Their ardent prayers together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
Together both they seek the place
Where God reveals his awful face;
How high, how strong, their raptures swell,
There’s none but kindred souls can tell.
Nor shall the glowing flame expire
When nature droops her sickening fire;
Then shall they meet in realms above,
A heaven of joy—because of love.
20, Friendship © Afrose Saad
Most precious thing.
Be the friend,
Hold this trend.
The magical train.
Your desired thing.
Cherish this art
Within your heart,
The magnificent mart.
You see mind,
The magical sign
With splendid views.
21, Friendship © Afrose Saad
A little magic
Holding all the minds
Under the same umbrella
The musical string!
A tune of heart
To remove any pain
Showering petals of love
The song of happy universe.
22, My Best Friend © Kelvin Robert
Your look elegant with that red dress,
Confident whenever you stand in front,
Bold enough in decisions you make,
Till my mind yearns to be like you.
I wanna be like you by the way you talk,
Casual voice with deep meaningful words,
Which can both touch and heal broken hearts,
Returning peaceful moment in times of war.
I wanna be like you by the way you smile,
Gently with those side dimples of your cheeks,
Which makes you beautiful like Angels of prays,
Blowing trumpets while singing from the blue sky.
If God could give me his formulary for creation,
You would be my first list of a creature to be made,
Not for a single day but for six days instead,
The seventh day will only be for your beauty’s upgrade.
I remember your T-shirt gift best friend,
The one that it’s now in fashion trend,
Pink with white stylish words at it’s backside,
Which says; NOTHING CAN SEPARATE US.
I believed in those words in my mind,
It wasn’t easy for you to push huge rocks,
But you did it in order to get me out of the caves,
Caves of poverty and loneliness of these world.
Crap for yourself my best friend,
Since demons now are in their meeting,
Discussing how to break our friendship,
There are tired with your good deeds to me.
Be my shoe if you don’t mind,
Shielding my feet everywhere I go,
Never try to remain behind,
Maybe if I myself ask you so.
23, To My Treasured Friend © Alora M. Knight
Though there is gold up in the mountains,
Lovely pearls deep in the sea,
Those treasures do not mean as much
As your friendship means to me.
While diamonds may be beautiful,
And worth a lot of money,
They cannot give a warm embrace
Or share jokes we think are funny.
I know it’s true some people
Will collect much priceless art,
Yet I have never seen a picture
That showed me a loving heart.
So I don’t need to spend a fortune
To have what means the most to me.
Knowing that I have had your friendship
Will be a treasured memory.
24, Forever Friends © Jacklyn N. Hayes
Words could never tell you
How important you’ll always be.
Just little things that you do
That are especially meant for me.
You always seem to remember
All the things to do.
That makes friends last forever
And share a bond so true.
I’m so glad God gave to me
Someone just like you.
He knew that you would be
One of the chosen few!
25, A Philia Love © Joann Foley
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words in order to extol.
You are a true treasure encased in my heart,
A bond so strong, it will never depart.
You easily bring out a piece of me
That proves so difficult for others to see.
You lift my spirits and fade my tears.
You give me a friendship that withstands and perseveres.
We are individuals who don’t want to do it alone,
So we use laughter and kindness as our cornerstone.
We support one another to grow separately,
While nurturing our friendship ever so tenderly.
I could not have imagined what you would mean to me
When our friendship was new,
But now I can honestly say I’d be completely
Lost without you.
I invite you to search my heart so you can find
A philia love for you that is pure and divine.
A gift to my heart you will always be.
My companionship is forever yours; that I guarantee.
26, The Friend © Reginald Shepherd
This recurring dream after the lethargies
of listless reading, restless wanderings
through books that always seem posthumous,
words another might have read
with profit, falling from the hand like tattered leaves
the trees cast off, picked up and scattered
on a casual walk, blank pages shredded as snow
that mounts against the window he raps on.
How does he know my name when I am so often another
in the dream? This body isn’t mine, but takes me travelling
when it moves. There, I am only the ghost
who starts the play, attendant on my spectacle.
He wants to be like that, the absent
omnipresent one; he wants to be the blood-red moon
and not the startled children pointing. Nothing
startles him; he wants it to inherit me.
In the dream I am always posthumous,
the sole survivor of myself
in the rubble of my city soaked in soldiers
and fine-grained mist. That’s my brother,
he lies, and leaves me with a photograph of snow.
As if it were a photograph of me. One is anywhere
in the dream. So that’s where I wait, and of course he
invisible as always, a doorway as always,
with the fear that nothing comes to an end.
He wants to do everything just once, he sleeps
eyes open. So I won’t miss it when it comes back. So it won’t be
the same. He plays a game with clouds and calls it swimming,
washes ashore as the world. Made of the singular. Made of
the blanks. The one standing at the half-open door
with a familiar shape, the one in bed who can’t move.
Who is it, I ask, but he won’t tell me his name.
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