On this warm occasion of Friendship Day, It would be great to share some nice Friendship Day poems with your dear friends and companions. If you can write your own poem it would work wonders. Just in case you’re lost for words you can always send one out of the many poems that have been written for friends. Poets have penned down their feelings for friends in the sweetest of words.

Here’s one from H.W. Longfellow, one that brings out the true essence of friendship –

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong,

That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak

I found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

-H. W. Longfellow

Aren’t friends truly the angels that we meet on earth? That’s what Aizabel Parinas says in this short but cute poem –

I believe in angels,

The kind that heaven sends,

I am surrounded by angels,

But I call them friends.

– Aizabel Parinas

It’s sad how often we forget to connect to old friends in our fast paced lives. The busy schedules, the tiring days, the mundane work, take away too much of our lives. But is it worth to forget a friend amidst the busy schedule? Well, check out this poem and it might just make you feel like calling an old friend whom you haven’t talked to for years –

Around the corner I have a friend,

In this great city that has no end;

Yet days go by, and weeks rush on,

And before I know it a year is gone,

And I never see my old friend’s face,

For life is a swift and terrible race.

He knows I like him just as well

As in the days when I rang his bell

And he rang mine. We were younger then,

And now we are busy, tired men:

Tired with playing a foolish game,

Tired with trying to make a name.

“Tomorrow,” I say, “I will call on Jim,

Just to show I am thinking of him.”

But tomorrow comes – and tomorrow goes,

And the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner! – yet miles away . .

“Here’s the telegram, Sir. . .

‘Jim died today’.”

And that’s what we get, and deserve in the end:

Around the corner, a vanished friend.

– by Charles Hanson Towne