After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He [...]

by Christina Rossetti
I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always “do” and “pray”?
You Know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?
I dare say Meg [...]

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree –
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s [...]

Oh! think not my spirits are always as light,
And as free from a pang as they seem to you now,
Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night
Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow.
No: — life is a waste of wearisome hours,
Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;
And the heart that is soonest awake to [...]

WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,
First struck Sylvander’s raptur’d view,
He gaz’d, he listened to despair,
Alas! ’twas all he dared to do.
Love, from Clarinda’s heavenly eyes,
Transfixed his bosom thro’ and thro’;
But still in Friendships’ guarded guise,
For more the demon fear’d to do.
That heart, already more than lost,
The imp beleaguer’d all perdue;
For frowning Honour kept his post—
To [...]

Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see
him when he came, but didn’t seem to miss him if he stayed away.
And cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,
With anguish smarting?
And cannot friends be firm and fast,
And yet bear parting?
And must I then, [...]

Ours yet not ours, being set apart
As a shrine to friendship,
Empty and silent most of the year,
This room awaits from you
What you alone, as visitor, can bring,
A weekend of personal life.
In a house backed by orderly woods,
Facing a tractored sugar-beet country,
Your working hosts engaged to their stint,
You are unlike to encounter
Dragons or romance: were drama [...]

Come, my Lucasia, since we see
That miracles Men’s Faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the dull angry World let’s prove
There’s a Religion in our Love.
For Though we were design’d t’agree,
That Fate no liberty destroys,
But our Election is as free
As Angels, who with greedy choice
Are yet determin’d to their joys.
Our hearts are doubled by the [...]

they are there for you,
which you need them.
when you cry,
they wipe the tears away.
when you fight,
they have your back.
when you jump off the bridge,
they jump after you to dave you.
that is what i call a
BESTFRIEND
This poem was written/submitted by shakoya Mclaurin.

I will never forget the times that we had the heartfelt discussions the good and the bad .
your miles away and i still think of you ,youre deep in my heart youll stay there , you will.
ill neva forget the confusion i felt the day u told me our friend ship may melt ,you [...]