Friendship

This night I shared

my time with friends.

We talked and laughed

and ate and enjoyed

our evening together.

Before, we had a weak bond

holding us close.

It could be easily marred

by the slightest movement.

Gradually, it has strengthened

to something of Herculean power.

No human could tear the bond

of our steely friendship.

 

I feel the truest connection

among us three.

Warmth radiates from my soul

in my bosom

to the tips of

my fingers and my toes.

In all my years of life,

I have never before

felt this warm.

It is the warmth

of good society and

of profound connection.

It is wonderfully beautiful.

It is what I have

longed for.

It is the true friendship

that once haunted

my wakeful reveries

and my slumbering dreams.

It is everything I have always wanted.

 

I am grateful for these two.

In their society, I am whole.

In their presence, I am someone.

All my faults are washed away

when I am with them.

I love them.

It is the perfect love

that is given without

expectation of reciprocation.

Merely, it is only good

to love one another.

For what else are friends for?

 

Love abounds within

my exhilarated soul.

I say not “my heart”

for this love truly comes

from the core of my being.

It is contagious;

I yearn to infect others

with its eternal joy.

I appreciate them,

more than these written words

can convey.
It is friendship.

Author's Note

Good friends are forever.

Reviews

[Devesh]

"It is the true friendship
that once haunted
my wakeful reveries
and my slumbering dreams.
It is everything I have always wanted."

Sadly, I'm still haunted. Good news: you're not. This poem makes me believe that there do exist people who believe in true friendship, it was a strange experience reading this poem. I felt the warmth spreading through me as I read your words. You write beautifully! Thank you for sharing. =)

[E.V. Black]

It takes time and energy to find those who truly appreciate you for who you are. Sometimes it's left to luck and chance. Other times one has to put oneself outside of one to get what one always wanted. I had to do the latter, never fully believing they were my friends until one night. I realized: THEY wanted to be with ME. I was not a burden. I was a friend.

Keep getting out there and looking around. Be active and involved. Friends will come, both fake and true. Don't mind the fake friends; they will hurt you no matter what. Use the experience garnered from the fake to weed out the fakes to find the true friends. Then, you will find a truly warm and alive gem that you will treasure for all your life.

Thank you for reading and thank you for enjoying. :)

[Devesh]

Thanks a lot for your wonderful suggestion, I'm most certainly going to follow your advice.
You're most welcome :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Friendship is a very powerful and uplifting thing in this world that can be bleak and overwhelming. When people love us for who we are...with the good and the bad. Those moments spent with people we can truly connect with and accept as our family. I love the uplifting message in this poem. It made me smile and think of my friends.