Good Bye Friendship Poems

Friendship is very precious. No one likes to be without friends in this world and the world can be a very lonely place without a shoulder to cry on. Friends are together, no matter what, and one feels less lonely with them.

But in many cases, friends move on in life and the contact with them snaps. But the love and affection for friends even if not seen for a long time remain. Good bye friendship poems are tribute to such friendship.

People always go through a period of intense trauma when they lose friends. Only time can heal the scars that such breakup with friends leave behind. People who can express their anguish with poems do so and many good bye friendship poems are a proof of this ability.

One case in the point is the poem titled "True Friendship Never Dies" by Jamie Pace.This very touching poem expresses the anguish which she suffered because of the loss of her best friend.

She says that her day to day life has become awfully tedious as she has no guiding force in her life, no one who will stand by her through thick and thin. She prays to the Almighty so that her saddest hours in life are more bearable. However the memory of her friendship with her best friend will never fade.

Good bye Friendship poems are always a trifle sad. This is because when one of the saddest emotions is expressed, one cannot think of writing in a cheerful. That can never happen. Good bye poems are the ones where people literally pour their heart out. This catharsis goes a long way in healing the scars. will give you a more comprehensive idea on this, so do stay connected to it.

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye by Sergei Aleksandrovich Esenin

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.

Good Bye Dear Friend and Graduate by Claudio Monteverdi

Goodbye, dear friend and graduate!
Our golden time is over now,
Our time of nothing more than time,
Days of simply being friends.
But I will always treasure how
Your love for me slipped into mine,
Embracing me where courage ends.

Sylvander To Clarinda By Robert Burns

WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,
First struck Sylvander’s raptur’d view,
He gaz’d, he listened to despair,
Alas! ’twas all he dared to do.

Love, from Clarinda’s heavenly eyes,
Transfixed his bosom thro’ and thro’;
But still in Friendships’ guarded guise,
For more the demon fear’d to do.

That heart, already more than lost,
The imp beleaguer’d all perdue;
For frowning Honour kept his post—
To meet that frown, he shrunk to do.

His pangs the Bard refused to own,
Tho’ half he wish’d Clarinda knew;
But Anguish wrung the unweeting groan—
Who blames what frantic Pain must do?

That heart, where motley follies blend,
Was sternly still to Honour true:
To prove Clarinda’s fondest friend,
Was what a lover sure might do.

The Muse his ready quill employed,
No nearer bliss he could pursue;
That bliss Clarinda cold deny’d—
“Send word by Charles how you do!”

The chill behest disarm’d his muse,
Till passion all impatient grew:
He wrote, and hinted for excuse,
’Twas, ’cause “he’d nothing else to do.”

But by those hopes I have above!
And by those faults I dearly rue!
The deed, the boldest mark of love,
For thee that deed I dare uo do!

O could the Fates but name the price
Would bless me with your charms and you!
With frantic joy I’d pay it thrice,
If human art and power could do!

Then take, Clarinda, friendship’s hand,
(Friendship, at least, I may avow;)
And lay no more your chill command,—
I’ll write whatever I’ve to do.SYLVANDER.

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