By Christine Moore Friends are like angels sent from above They came to give you an undying love. Summer, winter, spring or fall, They’re there to help you when you call. I will be there for you, When your days are lonely and blue. You can call on me for a helping hand, I’ll be [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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, [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]