Short Unfriended Poems

Unfriended Again!!

Very sad that it was you.

Happy Trails my friend....

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I have been 'unfriended.'?
I do not have a Facebook account,?
but I am still, very, very upset....

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From my pillow,
Illusions are unfriended.
    Each and every.

But this moon, 
    with clouds between 
she and eye...

I love illusion, 
    once more....

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snaky
                           treacherous creep
                        angry mean nasty bad
                        notoriously unfriended 
                                 lone jerk...

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Man and woman we are.
Right from days of old,
Coalesced by the bond
Of an unending friendship 

Yet, as time flew by 
Curves, attitude, beauty 
Plant in my head a different notion 
A switch in emotion 

'Bless me with your heart's love"
Was my speech.
And while glaring at me 
You ended the unending....

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At the dimming of the day,
unfriended, by his fire he stands,
a warrior of the wasteland
body crippled by the elements' cruel hands.
Wind-burned and swept his hair is silver-grey,
a blend of black and white and every cast between
'til warrior and wasteland are the same.
His gaze fastens on the landscape
in winter light's slow fade,
lakes and mountains stained that silver shade....

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At the dimming of the day
unfriended by his fire he stands, 
a warrior of the wasteland, 
body crippled by the elements' cruel hand. 
Wind-burnt and swept his hair is silver-grey; 
a mix of black and white, and every cast between, 
till warrior and wasteland are the same. 
His gaze fastens on the landscape 
in winter light's slow fade, 
lake and mountain stained that silver shade....

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At the dimming of the day
unfriended by his fire he stands, 
a warrior of the wasteland, 
body crippled by the elements' cruel hand. 
Wind-burnt and swept his hair is silver-grey; 
a mix of black and white, and every cast between, 
till warrior and wasteland are the same. 
His gaze fastens on the landscape 
in winter light's slow fade, 
lake and mountain stained that silver shade....

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At the dimming of the day
unfriended by his fire he stands, 
a warrior of the wasteland, 
body crippled by the elements' cruel hand. 
Wind-burnt and swept his hair is silver-grey; 
a mix of black and white, and every cast between, 
till warrior and wasteland are the same. 
His gaze fastens on the landscape 
in winter light's slow fade, 
lakes and mountains stained that silver shade....

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At the dimming of the day
unfriended by his fire he stands, 
a warrior of the wasteland, 
body crippled by the elements' cruel hands. 
Wind-burnt and swept his hair is silver-grey; 
a mix of black and white, and every cast between, 
till warrior and wasteland are the same. 
His gaze fastens on the landscape 
in winter light's slow fade, 
lakes and mountains stained that silver shade....

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At the dimming of the day, 
unfriended, by his fire he stands, 
a warrior of the wasteland, 
body crippled by the elements' cruel hands. 

Wind-burned and swept, 
his hair is silver-grey, 
a blend of black and white 
and every cast between 
'til warrior and wasteland look the same. 

His gaze fastens on the landscape 
in winter light's slow fade, 
lakes and mountains 
stained that silver shade....

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At the dimming of the day, 
unfriended, by his fire he stands, 
a warrior of the wasteland, 
body crippled by the elements' cruel hands. 

Wind-burned and swept, 
his hair is silver-grey, 
a blend of black and white 
and every cast between 
'til warrior and wasteland look the same. 

His gaze fastens on the landscape 
in winter light's slow fade, 
lakes and mountains 
stained that silver shade....

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