These Short Poems on Friends remind us that friendships imprint themselves on who we become, leaving traces that stay even when they are no longer beside us.
There are times when you think you can change yourself completely or can leave everything in the past that hurts you or stops you from achieving success. And almost all of us try to be the best version of ourselves, and in the process, we try to kill our past selves or get rid of it.
But can you truly get rid of your past?
I don’t think so…No matter how hard you try to separate yourself from your past, it will always find a way to be your present. And the best way to live with it is to turn it into a friend…
This poem, “A Long Lost Friend,” comes to life from this very (paradoxical) perspective, as I believe a part of your past always lives with you.
The next short poem about friendship is “When Love Is to Hold Back,” which comes from the realization that a good friend is not the one who is always there for you in good and bad times, but the one who doesn’t let you fall into the pit of bad times.
Read these short poems on friends and enjoy!
A Long Lost Friend
Came she to meet me:
Dressed in ragged clothes,
Wearing a coquettish smile.
Came she to greet me,
A phantom of my past.
Intoxicated with the wine of gratitude,
Dancing with the music of my success,
Drenched in the rain of opulent peace,
I was not ready to meet her
Stumbling towards her, I welcomed her with a tired smile.
We both stared at each other for ages,
Diving into the currents of time where we both were but One.
Separated by the dust of ages,
bound in the spell of shared agonies,
blessed through pleasure,
and evolved as separate beings.
She reminisced about me as her thankless child
I remembered her as a frenemy.
Taking souvenirs of the past in the guise of my tears,
she vaporized from where she emerged.
And a part of the past became present,
Only to stay with me forever.
A short Poem for best Friend: When Love Is to Hold Back
My love is not the loud kind,
not the cheering crowd,
not the applause for every stair you climb.
It is quiet,
like a gentle tap on your shoulder,
pushing you away from the fire
before you see the smoke.
A friend in need is a friend indeed, they say.
But let me tell you:
A friend who truly sees you
won’t walk beside you
into each storm you choose for yourself.
I will stand with you
through sorrow, heartbreak, and grief,
I will share with you
messy and honest weight of living.
But I will not clap
while you sabotage your own breath.
I will not celebrate
the choices that dim the very light
You taught me to love.
So when I step back,
Or when I pull you away,
understand:
It isn’t abandonment.
It’s the love
that refuses to watch you burn
just to prove it’s loyal.
And if distance ever opens between us,
let it be the space
where you finally bloom,
where you ultimately breathe,
where you find the version of yourself
That pain and anger kept hiding.
And know this:
A true friend is not the one
who stays through every wrong turn.
A true friend is the one
Who loves you enough
to say this path will break you,
and then hopes silently,
You choose the one
that brings you home.
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