This poem I wrote for my best friend when she was sick. It really explains how I feel about her and what she means to me.

When Becky and I got into a fight, I got very upset. It just happened that the next day I was going to a church camp over the weekend with some of the teens in my Sunday school class.

Here I met another friend, Katie, who was having a different problem. We both connected with each other that weekend. She completely understood what was happening between Becky and I, and I completely understood what was going on Between her and Charlie.

We're best friends now, and we haven't said our mutual promise out loud. We don't need to.

This poem is about my best friend and what she means to me. She will be moving away soon and I won't be able to see her as much as I do now. The last line has to do with the events that will happen in the future

I wrote this poem about my best friends - how much they mean to me and how they changed my life when I met them. They complete my life; without them there would be no me. They mean the world to me and I love them all.

This is a poem that my friends and I can relate to. It is an experience I hate and have gone through more than once, with more than one boyfriend - but it happens. It's not that I have never tried drugs myself, but people who abuse them or lie about taking them, are what I have a problem with.

My poem shows that no matter what happens in school and throughout life, the class of 2000 sticks together - No matter what society says.

This poem was written for a very close friend of mine named Daniel, who has always been there looking out for me through the good and rough times. He is sincere, honest, and my best friend in the world. Sometimes, I think that I want this friendship to be more, and this is what this poem is about, that no matter what happens, I can always trust we will be there looking out for each other.

This is a villanelle about my best friend who is in a Juvenile Detention Hall.

I am a senior in high school with graduation less than a month away. I wrote this to one of my best friends, who has been my best friend since kindergarten.

I wrote this for my friend I met in 6th grade. As soon as I met her, I realized that she was the person I wanted to grow up with. The person I wanted to share my dorm with, the person I wanted to share all my secrets with, the person I wanted to remember forever. She was everything.

She was honest, nice, funny, cheerful, and best of all, sweet. In 7th grade we started talking a little more, and then it turned into going and doing things together. But, then at the end of 7th grade, as our friendship was getting better and better, my aunt decided to put me in a different school the following year.

Well, I think Rachel and I would have become best friends if I'd stayed at the school I was at. But I guess I'll never know!