Friendship Poems Page 3

An Irish Friendship Wish

May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your window pane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

A Wish for a Friend

Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers –
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours –
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!

A Blessing for a Friend

May the blessing of the rain be on you –
the soft sweet rain.
May it fall upon your spirit so that all the little flowers
may spring up,
and shed their sweetness on the air.

May the blessing of the great rains be on you,
may they beat upon your spirit
and wash it fair and clean,and leave there
many a shining pool where the blue of
heaven shines, and sometimes a star.

An Irish Wish

May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load,
May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road,
May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune e’re bestowed,
And may all your friends remember all the favors you are owed.

May You Have

May you have:
A world of wishes at your command
God and his angels close at hand
Friends and family their love impart,
And Irish blessings in you heart.

Flattery
Poet: Herder

The friend who holds up before me the mirror,
conceals not my smallest faults,
warns me kindly, reproves me affectionately,
when I have not performed my duty,
he is my friend,
however little he may appear so.
But if a man praises and lauds me,
never reproves me, overlooks my faults,
and forgives them before I have repented,
he is my enemy,
however much he may appear my friend.

Friend
Poet: Dinger

A friend is one who needs us and one whom we need.
Around us may be many whose companionship we enjoy,
but were they suddenly to drop out of their places there would
be no soreness, no sense of deprivation, no lack of comfort.

We do not need them, neither do they need us.
A friend is one to whom we cling, though many leagues of space separate us.
Though days pass with no sight of his face or word from his pen,
we know our loved ones love us and that when we meet again
we will be on the same old terms: we shall begin where we left off.

A friend is one in whom we can confide. The secret chambers of our
soul open to his touch on the latch.
Thousands imagine their friends are numbered by scores,
but if subjected to these tests every one of them would fall into the
great sea of common humanity.

In Tune
Poet: Florence Steigerwalt

I don’t remember when I first began
To call you “friend.”
One day, I only know,
The vague companionship that I’d seen grow
So imperceptibly, turned gold, and ran
In tune with all I’d thought, or dared to plan.

Since then, you’ve been to me like music, low,
Yet clear; a fire that throws its warm, bright glow
On me as on each woman, child, and man,
And common thing that lies within its rays;

You’ve been like wholesome food that stays the cry
Of hungry, groping minds; and like a star –
A self-sufficient star – you make me raise
My utmost being to a higher sky,
In tune, like you, with earth, yet wide, and far.

These Three
Poet: Dinger

Three men are my friends:
he that loves me,
he that hates me,
and he that is indifferent to me.

Who loves me teaches me tenderness.
Who hates me teaches me caution.
Who is indifferent to me teaches me self-reliance.

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