Humorous Friendship Poems

Life would have been very boring without Humor. Humor is an integral part of friendship as it is humor that keeps the bond of friendship alive and adds a joyous touch to the relation of friendship. Those who have friends in this world are very fortunate as there are many people in this world who are devoid of friends.

The relationship of friendship is not only limited to schools, colleges or office friends but there can be friendship between sisters, brothers, brothers ands sisters, between parents and children, teacher and students and between other kinds of relationships as well.

Friendship Poems have delighted men for ages except for the Lost Friendship Poems, Broken Friendship Poems, Betrayal Friendship Poems and other kinds of Friendship Poems as they arouse in us a feeling of sadness. Humorous Friendship Poems are a one kind of Friendship Poems.



The Humorous Friendship Poems, as is evident from the name are poems that have an underline humor or the humor is very explicit in nature. The children as well as the adults would derive pleasure from reading these poems. The Humorous Friendship Poems has the capacity to hold on to a reader's attention as each line or each stanza of these poems have an element of humor. But there is a strong difference between Funny Friendship Poems and Humorous Friendship Poems. The Funny Friendship Poems are poems that create laughter with the help of funny words and are not serious in nature, but the latter kinds of poems may or may not deal with a serious subject but the humor that is created by the poets reflects the poets intelligent bent of mind.

This poem
by Donald Justice

This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.

Even while you sit there, unmovable,
You have begun to vanish. And it does no matter.
The poem will go on without you.
It has the spurious glamor of certain voids.

It is not sad, really, only empty.
Once perhaps it was sad, no one knows why.
It prefers to remember nothing.
Nostalgias were peeled from it long ago.

Your type of beauty has no place here.
Night is the sky over this poem.
It is too black for stars.
And do not look for any illumination.

You neither can nor should understand what it means.
Listen, it comes with out guitar,
Neither in rags nor any purple fashion.
And there is nothing in it to comfort you.

Close your eyes, yawn. It will be over soon.
You will forge the poem, but not before
It has forgotten you. And it does not matter.
It has been most beautiful in its erasures.

O bleached mirrors! Oceans of the drowned!
Nor is one silence equal to another.
And it does not matter what you think.
This poem is not addressed to you.

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