Betrayal Friendship Poems

We begin our journey of life with friends, as it is the schools that provide us with the opportunity to come in contact with children of our age.

Then as we grow up, we realize the true nature of friendship and select a group of friends or develop a special bond with some people or with a single person. This bond that we develop with people or with a single person becomes stronger with time.

The basis of the foundation of friendship is belief and trust, and if this belief and trust gets affected due to unwanted circumstances, then the bond of friendship becomes weak in nature.

There is no scope for the term Betrayal to find a place for itself in friendship and if a person faces a betrayal by a friend then he/she is the most unfortunate person in this world. Betrayal Friendship Poems are a one kind of Friendship Poems

Betrayal Friendship Poems arouses in us the feelings of unhappiness and sorrow. Given here is a poem on betrayal and the title of the poem is "Betrayal".

Before The World Was Made by William Butler Yeats

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.

Sonnet XCVI by William Shakespeare

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;
Thou makest faults graces that to thee resort.
As on the finger of a throned queen
The basest jewel will be well esteem'd,
So are those errors that in thee are seen
To truths translated and for true things deem'd.
How many lambs might the stem wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites by William Butler Yeats

Come gather round me, Parnellites,
And praise our chosen man;
Stand upright on your legs awhile,
Stand upright while you can,
For soon we lie where he is laid,
And he is underground;
Come fill up all those glasses
And pass the bottle round.

And here's a cogent reason,
And I have many more,
He fought the might of England
And saved the Irish poor,
Whatever good a farmer's got
He brought it all to pass;
And here's another reason,
That parnell loved a lass.

And here's a final reason,
He was of such a kind
Every man that sings a song
Keeps Parnell in his mind.
For Parnell was a proud man,
No prouder trod the ground,
And a proud man's a lovely man,
So pass the bottle round.

The Bishops and the party
That tragic story made,
A husband that had sold hiS wife
And after that betrayed;
But stories that live longest
Are sung above the glass,
And Parnell loved his countrey
And parnell loved his lass.

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