Friendship Memory Poems

There are thoughts that tantalize. Sometimes as simple as “I was about to tell you something but it’s gone.” To thoughts that harbour deep in...

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Time has wrinkled our weeping faces,
never withered any of the embraces;
oh, how delightful is to walk again 
down the path of youth and not fear
whatever...

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Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse
In a home for retired folks
A perfect personality to take care of the aged
Such tender caring she...

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Wandering around the orchard
On Billy Bulson’s Farm
Grazing on the windfall 
And doing no harm
Apples, pears damson plums
All waiting to be found 
Under the trees
Lying on...

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My dad built a house on a hill. How exciting to climb to the tippy-top then look down upon the roof, and dog home, the...

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Your faces i see when i close my eyes 

Voices still heard in the summer breeze, 

Gatherings curtailed by a floating disease, 

Poisoned air that...

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When I heard an old friend from high school was sick
I picked up my high school yearbook from the shelf were it has stood.
and when...

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I recall still those two large probing eyes 
Upon somewhat lean-looking oval face 
That should have stolen looks at me the least, 
Considering this solemn...

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Remember when we used to play
In our backyards every day
We built castles in the sand
And chased each other hand in hand

Remember when we used to...

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Waking up in the light of day,
Staring at the walls,
Hoping all is ok.
The nightmares show all my visions,
So that I am able to make a...

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Laughs, chatters here and there
When the teacher is seemed to be nowhere
Eating together and sharing lunch
Sometimes in between class, having a good munch

Smiling and cracking...

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I was only four, 
when Blackie my dog died. 
My dad ran my best friend over, 
yes it was a horrible accident. 

 
I was...

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I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn 
To the gentle touch of my fingers

There is no rush
As I...

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We measure our life by years,
but years are made of moments dear.
To make each moment meaningful,
we must from history lessons glean.

When we look back over...

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Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth...

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