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Are you looking for some poems to read out to your best friend? Read on and get some touching poetry on best friends.

Best Friend Poems

A friend is some one who stands besides you when every one else moves out. Amongst all the friends, there is one best friend, who stands besides you throughout your life taking care of you, in times when you need him as well as when you don’t. Very rarely do we find true friendship and once when we find it, it’s hard to move away from them. So, why don’t you make a special effort for that friend who means a lifetime to you? Entice your best friend with this special collection of poems that would convey what you feel about him/her and how lucky you are to have him/her in your life.

Poetry on Best Friends

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

Blow, Blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen.
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;
Most friendship is feigning most loving mere folly.
Then, heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so ngh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the watters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly
Most friendship is feigning, most love mere folly
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most Jolly.
- William Shakespeare

My careful heart was free again-
O friend, my bosom said,
Through thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red,
All things through thee takes nobler
And look beyond the earth,
The mill-round of our fate appears
A sun-path in thy worth.
Me too thy nobleness has
To master my despair;
The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson