Poetry about friendship 1. Modern poems about friendship are written by oneself.
Holding your hand for the first time, a warm current welled up in your heart and the song melted into your heart. May love last forever! A smile, a thought, a delusion.
Flowers in the lake, pavilions for the road, clouds for the color. Water injection and running water are dew, and gathering while dispersing is the cause.
A copy is a copy, and life follows death. One day, I walked into your door.
The fragrance of the garden, the faint orchid fragrance, drifted into the heart with the wind. Butterflies fly, orchids bloom, and bridges of friendship are built.
Walking on the elegant flower path, your moving figure caught my eye. Approaching slowly, at the moment of meeting, you and I stretched out those warm hands and held them tightly together.
The blood in my heart is boiling, and the thousand-year wait is just a brake for this encounter. We walked out of the house hand in hand and walked into each other's hearts.
Huahua talks about each other's love in the month. Your gentle eyes, affectionate eyes.
Burned into my memory, this life will be unforgettable. Let love stay, let love stay forever.
Let this deep love last forever! ! ! Who plucked that string makes people think. Who threw that love bomb and blew it into the cold heart?
Let the blood boil! Rush out of the secular world, plunge into the long river of love and bathe in the true love on earth. Flowers bloom for you, song for you the bird, singing the beautiful lark song.
Butterflies dance for you, dancing out of the heroic feat of dying in the same bed! Who is floating in the breeze? Who is floating among the white clouds? Look at 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b133264623866. Yue Lao was moved by it, and WU GANG held wine for it.
Chang 'e danced, and Guanyin sprinkled a string of wet nectar for it. Bless the love of truth, kindness, affection, sex and beauty in the world.
I come to you and miss you! My heart is flying! ! ! Brought deep thoughts and blessings! The weekend is over. I don't know about you. Although separation is short-lived, it is just like separation from Sanqiu.
The faint fragrance of flowers is refreshing. Unforgettable, the fragrance of chenchen, drifting thousands of miles away, never leaves.
Some people say that winter is not suitable for breaking up, because it is cold and people need to hold hands and hug. In fact, many times, we all need a pair of warm hands to warm and encourage each other, no matter what season, hand in hand, what warm words, hand in hand, what warm actions.
When we were very young, our parents held our hands and taught us to walk until we could walk independently. This kind of hand-holding is called affection.
When I was in primary school, the teacher said that students should line up hand in hand. This kind of hand-holding is called friendship.
When we are older and go to middle school, girls begin to walk and go shopping together holding hands with girls. Occasionally, boys secretly hold girls' hands and talk while walking in the school playground. This kind of hand-holding is called pure love.
When he went to college or worked, the big boy held the girl's hand tightly and pressed the road together. At the crossroads, the boy carefully put the girl's little hand in his palm to protect the girl from crossing the road. This kind of hand-holding is called love.
Married, people from two different environments and different worlds began to hold hands for life after that "I do" oath. Therefore, we give our lover a intimate name, called hand in hand.
When time goes by, you are no longer young. Under the blue sky and on the green grass, holding my wife's vicissitudes and even a little rough hands, we gently hummed: "The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you until we can't go anywhere, and you are still the baby in my hand."
This kind of hand-holding is called "holding your hand and growing old with your son". On my deathbed, we held each other's hands, smiled and cried, and told each other happily, "In the afterlife, let's hold hands in the afterlife, shall we?" This kind of holding hands is called forever, never giving up.
When I wrote these warm words with gratitude, it suddenly occurred to me that a song had been played a lot recently. There is a kind of love called letting go. There is a saying "Give up forever for love". I feel a little sore in my nose.
Letting go is also called love? Maybe, when you are in love, the opportunity is wrong and the object is wrong. Then, letting go is really a relief to each other. Only by letting go can we find what we really love and have real happiness.
But what if you give up true love? So, when you are white-haired, will you regret crying? So, when two lovers want to let go, please hold hands again. If there is still reluctance, attachment and love when holding hands, please don't let go and continue bravely.
Therefore, when one of the lovers is tired of love and wants to let go, please ask the other person to gently say to him again, "Dear, let's hold hands again, shall we?" Honey, hold hands and don't let go, okay? "Perhaps, this kind of guidance will be a lifetime.
2. Modern poems about friendship, self-created.
Holding your hand for the first time, a warm current welled up in your heart and the song melted into your heart. May love last forever! A smile, a thought, a delusion.
Flowers in the lake, pavilions for the road, clouds for the color. Water injection and running water are dew, and gathering while dispersing is the cause.
A copy is a copy, and life follows death. One day, I walked into your door.
The fragrance of the garden, the faint orchid fragrance, drifted into the heart with the wind. Butterflies fly, orchids bloom, and bridges of friendship are built.
Walking on the elegant flower path, your moving figure caught my eye. Approaching slowly, at the moment of meeting, you and I stretched out those warm hands and held them tightly together.
The blood in my heart is boiling, and the thousand-year wait is just a brake for this encounter. We walked out of the house hand in hand and walked into each other's hearts.
Huahua talks about each other's love in the month. Your gentle eyes, affectionate eyes.
Burned into my memory, this life will be unforgettable. Let love stay, let love stay forever.
Let this deep love last forever! ! ! Who plucked that string makes people think. Who threw that love bomb and blew it into the cold heart?
Let the blood boil! Rush out of the secular world, plunge into the long river of love and bathe in the true love on earth. Flowers bloom for you, song for you the bird, singing the beautiful lark song.
Butterflies dance for you, dancing out of the heroic feat of dying in the same bed! Who is floating in the breeze? Who is floating among the white clouds? Look at 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b133264623866. Yue Lao was moved by it, and WU GANG held wine for it.
Chang 'e danced, and Guanyin sprinkled a string of wet nectar for it. Bless the love of truth, kindness, affection, sex and beauty in the world.
I come to you and miss you! My heart is flying! ! ! Brought deep thoughts and blessings! The weekend is over. I don't know about you. Although separation is short-lived, it is just like separation from Sanqiu.
The faint fragrance of flowers is refreshing. Unforgettable, the fragrance of chenchen, drifting thousands of miles away, never leaves.
Some people say that winter is not suitable for breaking up, because it is cold and people need to hold hands and hug. In fact, many times, we all need a pair of warm hands to warm and encourage each other, no matter what season, hand in hand, what warm words, hand in hand, what warm actions.
When we were very young, our parents held our hands and taught us to walk until we could walk independently. This kind of hand-holding is called affection.
When I was in primary school, the teacher said that students should line up hand in hand. This kind of hand-holding is called friendship.
When we are older and go to middle school, girls begin to walk and go shopping together holding hands with girls. Occasionally, boys secretly hold girls' hands and talk while walking in the school playground. This kind of hand-holding is called pure love.
When he went to college or worked, the big boy held the girl's hand tightly and pressed the road together. At the crossroads, the boy carefully put the girl's little hand in his palm to protect the girl from crossing the road. This kind of hand-holding is called love.
Married, people from two different environments and different worlds began to hold hands for life after that "I do" oath. Therefore, we give our lover a intimate name, called hand in hand.
When time goes by, you are no longer young. Under the blue sky and on the green grass, holding my wife's vicissitudes and even a little rough hands, we gently hummed: "The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you until we can't go anywhere, and you are still the baby in my hand."
This kind of hand-holding is called "holding your hand and growing old with your son". On my deathbed, we held each other's hands, smiled and cried, and told each other happily, "In the afterlife, let's hold hands in the afterlife, shall we?" This kind of holding hands is called forever, never giving up.
When I wrote these warm words with gratitude, it suddenly occurred to me that a song had been played a lot recently. There is a kind of love called letting go. There is a saying "Give up forever for love". I feel a little sore in my nose.
Letting go is also called love? Maybe, when you are in love, the opportunity is wrong and the object is wrong. Then, letting go is really a relief to each other. Only by letting go can we find what we really love and have real happiness.
But what if you give up true love? So, when you are white-haired, will you regret crying? So, when two lovers want to let go, please hold hands again. If there is still reluctance, attachment and love when holding hands, please don't let go and continue bravely.
Therefore, when one of the lovers is tired of love and wants to let go, please ask the other person to gently say to him again, "Dear, let's hold hands again, shall we?" Honey, hold hands and don't let go, okay? "Perhaps, this kind of guidance will be a lifetime.
Writing modern poems of friendship requires self-creation.
Students sitting at the same desk
came from afar
I met you at the same table.
You are a lively girl.
Be permeated with youth
I am a melancholy boy.
Shut down the self that should be happy.
You said I was tired.
No energy.
And advised me to say goodbye to the past.
Open up a vast world of your own.
I said you were right.
I will be myself.
Seriously face every day of life.
Because life is short.
you look at me in the face
I look at you.
I see it in your bright eyes.
Read sincerity
You must also look into my smiling eyes.
Understand what pure friendship is.
My old classmate.
Me at the same table
Cherish each other
* * * Life together
Eternal memory in this life
And:
My old classmate.
On the edge of trivial memory
Dreams always depend on me. I miss you.
On that picturesque morning
Greet gently
Knock on my window.
This is the endless shadow of leaves
Or people come and go in the classroom.
The teacher came to clean the blackboard.
Let you dance like a butterfly
Recite an article
Hey! I have always been an observer.
From yesterday to now.
I want to set the clock.
In this way, the gorgeous flowers in spring
Blooming on our table.
Now, I give a long sigh.
What an accidental meeting.
It's like holding the hand of a muse.
Let the love of the past
Buried in my heart
4. Self-created poems about friendship
Vast sea
White fog covered the window of the soul.
wooden boat
crisp
Dare not collide with the rapids
Infinite amplification
Inner hidden despair
Legend lighthouse
You used to have
Illuminate the road ahead
In the face of death
Have lost hope.
Want to give up?
But determination and strength are not enough.
oh
Don't be impatient, don't be sad.
Do you remember?
I will applaud you.
Accept the challenge bravely.
I believe you can leave successfully.
hum
luckily
What about you?
By my side
(make do with it! )
(There should be no problem! )
(! )
5. Modern poetry of friendship (self-created)
It's the wind
Blow away my tears
Makes me strong.
This is a lamp.
Light up my way forward
Let me stop hesitating
It's fire
Warm the iceberg in my heart
Give me hope.
You took away my tears and confusion.
Leave your warmth and light.
Land where secrets are buried.
Green weeds have grown.
Only our friendship will never dry up!
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friendship
It's hard to have a bosom friend in life, but it's hard to buy a bosom friend with a thousand dollars. Remember the feelings of bosom friends and help each other in the same boat.