10 Friend Poems That Say “Bestie”
Your pals deserve a kind word.
If Rachel and Monica have taught us anything, it’s that friends support you through heartache, believe in you when you lose confidence, and delight in whatever it is you love—even if what you love is neurotically sorting your towels into eleven categories including “guest” and “fancy guest.”
A friend is a partner in crime, a shoulder to cry on, and the one person who will tell you the truth about your lousy taste in music. Though articulating such distaste may come easy to your bestie, articulating your appreciation for her may not. So let someone else do it.
This collection of best friend poems illuminates the beautifully intricate web that is our relationships with others. And they sound a lot prettier than your rendition of The Rembrandts “I’ll Be There for You.”
“Time can’t destroy its beauty
For, as long as memory lives,
Years can’t erase the pleasure
That the joy of friendship gives…”
—“A Golden Chain,” by Helen Steiner Rice
“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!”
—“To A Friend,” by Amy Lowell
“Blessed are we who withdraw
From the world without hate
Holding a friend to the breast,
And with him enjoy
That which is not known to man
Or not contemplated
Wandering in the night
Through the labyrinth of the heart.”
—“To the Moon,” by Johann Wolfgang Goethe
“Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side,
Withstand the winter’s storm,
And spite of wind and tide,
Grow up the meadow’s pride,
For both are strong
Above they barely touch, but undermined
Down to their deepest source,
Admiring you shall find
Their roots are intertwined
—“Friendship,” by Henry David Thoreau
“For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.”
—“Friendship IXX,” by Khalil Gibran
“As soon as we have said our last good-byes,
Your image never floats before my eyes;
But more than once, when you have been long gone,
I seemed to feel your presence linger on.
I wonder then what I’ve been thinking of.
Are we just friends? Or should I call this love? “
—“Uncertainty,” by Adam Mickiewicz
“You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings,
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ’em call
For silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man he’s worth ’em all,
Because you can show him your feelings.”
—“The Thousandth Man,” by Rudyard Kipling
“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 constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
—“Love and Friendship,” by Emily Brontë
“When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.”
—“A Time to Talk,“ by Robert Frost
“Come!—let me see thee sink into a dream
Of quiet thoughts,—protracted till thine eye
Be calm as water when the winds are gone
And no one can tell whither.—my sweet friend!
We two have had such happy hours together
That my heart melts in me to think of it.”
—“Travelling,” by William Wordsworth