Monday, 13 October 2014

Short Sad Poems For Friends

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To a Friend by Amy Lowell 

I ask but one thing of you, only one,

That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs! 

Friends by William Butler Yeats 


Now must I these three praise 

Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No, not in these fifteen
Many-times-troubled years,
Could ever come between
Mind and delighted mind;
And one because her hand
Had strength that could unbind
What none can understand,
What none can have and thrive,
Youth's dreamy load, till she
So changed me that I live
Labouring in ecstasy.
And what of her that took
All till my youth was gone
With scarce a pitying look?
How could I praise that one?
When day begins to break
I count my good and bad,
Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart's root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot. 

Glory of Friendship by Ralph Waldo Emerson 


The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,

nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when
he discovers that someone else believes in him and is
willing to trust him. 

Inscription to Chloris by Robert Burns 

'TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend,

Nor thou the gift refuse,
Nor with unwilling ear attend
The moralising Muse. 

Since thou, in all thy youth and charms,

Must bid the world adieu,
(A world 'gainst Peace in constant arms)
To join the Friendly Few. 

Since, thy gay morn of life o'ercast,

Chill came the tempest's lour;
(And ne'er Misfortune's eastern blast
Did nip a fairer flower.) 

Since life's gay scenes must charm no more,

Still much is left behind,
Still nobler wealth hast thou in store-
The comforts of the mind! 

Thine is the self-approving glow,

Of conscious Honour's part;
And (dearest gift of Heaven below)
Thine Friendship's truest heart. 

The joys refin'd of Sense and Taste,

With every Muse to rove:
And doubly were the Poet blest,
These joys could he improve.R.B. 


Youth and Age by Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,

Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee -
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
When I was young? -Ah, woeful When!
Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then!
This breathing house not built with hands,
This body that does me grievous wrong,
O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands
How lightly then it flashed along,
Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore,
On winding lakes and rivers wide,
That ask no aid of sail or oar,
That fear no spite of wind or tide!
Nought cared this body for wind or weather
When Youth and I lived in't together. 

Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;

Friendship is a sheltering tree;
O the joys! that came down shower-like,
Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,
Ere I was old!
Ere I was old? Ah woeful Ere,
Which tells me, Youth's no longer here!
O Youth! for years so many and sweet
'Tis known that Thou and I were one,
I'll think it but a fond conceit -
It cannot be that Thou art gone!
Thy vesper-bell hath not yet tolled -
And thou wert aye a masker bold!
What strange disguise hast now put on,
To make believe that thou art gone?
I see these locks in silvery slips,
This drooping gait, this altered size:
But Springtide blossoms on thy lips,
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes:
Life is but Thought: so think I will
That Youth and I are housemates still. 

Dew-drops are the gems of morning,

But the tears of mournful eve!
Where no hope is, life's a warning
That only serves to make us grieve
When we are old:
That only serves to make us grieve
With oft and tedious taking-leave,
Like some poor nigh-related guest
That may not rudely be dismist;
Yet hath out-stayed his welcome while,
And tells the jest without the smile.


A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth by William Butler Yeats 


Laughter not time destroyed my voice

And put that crack in it,
And when the moon's pot-bellied
I get a laughing fit,
For that old Madge comes down the lane,
A stone upon her breast,
And a cloak wrapped about the stone,
And she can get no rest
With singing hush and hush-a-bye;
She that has been wild
And barren as a breaking wave
Thinks that the stone's a child. 

And Peter that had great affairs

And was a pushing man
Shrieks, 'I am King of the Peacocks,'
And perches on a stone;
And then I laugh till tears run down
And the heart thumps at my side,
Remembering that her shriek was love
And that he shrieks from pride.


A Prison gets to be a friend by Emily Dickinson 


A Prison gets to be a friend --

Between its Ponderous face
And Ours -- a Kinsmanship express --
And in its narrow Eyes -- 

We come to look with gratitude

For the appointed Beam
It deal us -- stated as our food --
And hungered for -- the same -- 

We learn to know the Planks --

That answer to Our feet --
So miserable a sound -- at first --
Nor ever now -- so sweet -- 

As plashing in the Pools --

When Memory was a Boy --
But a Demurer Circuit --
A Geometric Joy -- 

The Posture of the Key

That interrupt the Day
To Our Endeavor -- Not so real
The Check of Liberty -- 

As this Phantasm Steel --

Whose features -- Day and Night --
Are present to us -- as Our Own --
And as escapeless -- quite --


The narrow Round -- the Stint --

The slow exchange of Hope --
For something passiver -- Content
Too steep for lookinp up -- 

The Liberty we knew

Avoided -- like a Dream --
Too wide for any Night but Heaven --

If That -- indeed -- redeem -- 
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends
Short Sad Poems For Friends

Short Sad Poems For Friends

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