A Friend by Gillian Jones

by Admin | Nov 6, 2025 | Female Poets, Friendship Poems, Poems, Poetry, Poets

A person who will listen and not condemn
Someone on whom you can depend
They will not flee when bad times are here
Instead they will be there to lend an ear
They will think of ways to make you smile
So you can be happy for a while
When times are good and happy there after
They will be there to share the laughter
Do not forget your friends at all
For they pick you up when you fall
Do not expect to just take and hold
Give friendship back, it is pure gold.

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What A Rose Can Say Poem by Margie Driver

by Admin | November 19, 2025 | Female Poets, Love Poems, Nature Poems | 0 Comments

A rose can say I love you and want you to be mine,A rose can say I thank you for being so very kind,A rose can say congratulations, whatever the occasion may be,A rose can say I miss you and wish you were here with me,A rose can say I'm sorry if I've hurt you in any...

Phenomenal Woman Poem by Maya Angelou

by Admin | November 19, 2025 | Female Poets, Maya Angelou, Women Poems | 0 Comments

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I'm a...

Crusoe in England

by Admin | November 18, 2025 | Articles, Female Poets, Life Poems, Poems, Poetry | 0 Comments

Crusoe in England By Elizabeth Bishop A new volcano has erupted, the papers say, and last week I was reading where some ship saw an island being born: at first a breath of steam, ten miles away; and then a black fleck—basalt, probably— rose in the mate’s...

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

by Admin | November 17, 2025 | Female Poets, Poems, Poetry, Poets | 0 Comments

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard...

The Brain — is wider than the Sky

by Admin | November 17, 2025 | Emily Dickinson, Female Poets, Poems, Poetry, Poets | 0 Comments

The Brain — is wider than the Sky —For — put them side by side —The one the other will containWith ease — and You — beside — The Brain is deeper than the sea —For — hold them — Blue to Blue —The one the other will absorb —As Sponges — Buckets — do — The Brain is just...

Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old

by Admin | Nov 6, 2025 | Friendship Poems, Male Poets, Poems, Poetry, Poets

Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old

By William Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:

Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

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Alone by Maya Angelou

by Admin | Nov 6, 2025 | Female Poets, Friendship Poems, Life Poems, Maya Angelou, Poems, Poetry, Poets, Wisdom Poems

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
’Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

About Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. She was an author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, performer, singer, and civil rights activist.

Poetic Flows Podcast

Poetic Flows Podcast is a haven for poetry lovers and creative souls. Our mission is to weave together the beauty of poetry with the depth of human emotion, offering a unique auditory experience that inspires and uplifts. Join us every Monday night at 8pm GMT for live sessions that promise to stir your imagination and touch your heart.

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Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte

by Admin | Nov 6, 2025 | Female Poets, Friendship Poems, Love Poems, Poems, Poetry, Poets

Love is like the wild rose-briar,

Friendship like the holly-tree—

The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms

But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,

Its summer blossoms scent the air;

Yet wait till winter comes again

And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now

And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,

That when December blights thy brow

He still may leave thy garland green.

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Coventry Book Extravaganza

by Admin | Nov 5, 2025 | Books, Community Events, Coventry, Events, News

Experience the Coventry Book Extravaganza, where the magic of words in print take centre stage at The Belgrade Theatre this April.

Date: Saturday 15th November 2025 | 10.30am - 4pm
Location: Belgrade Square, Corporation St, Coventry CV1 1GS
Price: FREE

Brought to you by local vintage events company Rosie’s Retro Bazaar and independent publishing house, Fantom. Immerse yourself in the universe of books as they bring together a diverse range of stalls, including:

Independent Publishers & Bookshops: Discover unique publications and support local literary ventures.
Fresh Talent & Local Authors: Meet up-and-coming writers and explore their latest works.
Comic Creators & Illustrators: Delve into the world of graphic storytelling and visual artistry.
Literary Societies & Publishing Services: Connect with organisations shaping the literary landscape.
Second-Hand & Antiquarian Book Dealers: Hunt for rare finds and literary treasures.
Book Crafts: Anything from bookmarks to bookends and book inspired tote bags to repurposed old books. Artistic license to free your imagination!
Prints & Paper Ephemera: Vintage printed materials such as posters and maps.
Stationery & Accessories: Browse through a selection of writing essentials and literary-themed accessories.
Merchandise & Memorabilia.

Whether you're seeking hidden gems, eager to support local talent, or simply looking to indulge your inner bookworm, the Coventry Book Extravaganza promises something special for every book lover. Don't miss out on this captivating literary event—it's a celebration of words, creativity, and community!

When Great Trees Fall

Dec 8, 2025 | Death Poems, Poems, Poetry

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Dec 8, 2025 | Death Poems, Poems, Poetry

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Clare Harner. Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep-
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep-by-clare-harner

A Child of Mine

Dec 8, 2025 | Death Poems, Life Poems, Poems

I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.