Life Long Friend Poem

Friendship Poem About Making Promises

I wrote this poem from the point of view of a someone who is speaking to their friend, and talking about how throughout their lives they have always managed to stay together. That their friendship was strong enough to make it through the good, the bad, and all the in-between moments they have gone through in their lives, and even though their lives are close to ending they were, are, and will always be best friends.

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Keeping The Promises

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Published: March 2013

Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made.
The promise to be there for each other, no matter night or day.

The promise to keep secrets, no matter what they are.
The promise to be friends forever, no matter where we are.

The promise to stand up for each other, no matter what the cause.
The promise to never judge each other, no matter all the flaws.

The promise to always tell the other, they're doing something wrong.
The promise to remember this, when the other has sadly gone.

The promise to always help each other, no matter what the weather.
The promise to always keep a promise, from then until forever.

We're older now, we've changed, we've grown, we've forgotten many things.
We've lived through life, are facing our end, whatever it may
bring.

We've had our problems, doubts, and sorrows, that came along the way.
Yet still we've managed, to keep them all, the promises we made.

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  • by Me
  • 1 year ago

I got the news I had cancer. My best friend of 31 years left me because she couldn't handle me being sick. It's been almost a year now and after doing 14 rounds of chemotherapy, every two weeks for five days straight of them bumping five different chemo's in me for seven months straight, I'm still alive. All the people in my life came out of the woodwork to see if I was OK. It's been a year now, and not a soul calls me, not even my identical twin sister nor my best friend. It has made me want to die because of the side effects. The cancer is bad enough, but the kindness of not having Boone is worse than being sick. I guess I have this coming, but I don't understand why. God only knows. Thank you for reading this, and I'm grateful to God for me waking up today.

  • by Mark Eichenlaub
  • 1 year ago

This is similar to my own life. I have almost everything wrong with me, and I almost feel like I am in a ghost disguise thing that people can't see me. I will pray that Boone comes to his senses. I don't have the same thing as you, but I understand what loneliness does to our morals and teachings, but I don't even understand how close friends run away at the time they could help. I live life one day at a time. I can't worry about tomorrow. Hang tough, Mark.

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