POETRY, LIMERICKS, HAIKU

friendship poetry

LIMERICKS

friendship poetry

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

The wild-rose brier is sweet in the spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again And who will call the wild-brier 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. ~Emily Bronte

friendship poetry

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it(anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)

I fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)

I want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which growshigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart) ~E.E. Cummings

friendship poetry

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon bird rests from his flight,

To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends. ~Shel Silverstein

poetry

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent

and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you

It seems as though your eyes had flown away

and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,

distant full of sorrow as though you had died.

One word then, one smile , is enough.

And I am happy, happy that it's not true. ~Pablo Neruda

friendship poetry

friendship poetry