A Poem to a Friend Who Deceived me
I gave you my friendship in all its innocence,
You took it and trampled it in the dust,
Later they called an ambulance,
You had desecrated my love and my trust.
When I was discharged from the hospital
You were fawning about my knees,
You thought that I'd have you back again,
You clung like an infectious disease.
We don't have many years on this planet -
Let's cherish the friends who are true;
A lot of my time has been wasted
By a person who looks just like you!
At school they tried to teach me forgiveness
And said it would conquer Hate,
I never understood their meaning
And now, I'm afraid, it's too late! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Hate To Love
Midnight sky shining on my face
I feel the waves embracing me
I'm here to find
Some peace of mind
Time and time
Waits for me
It waits for me, yeah
So here I am again
Somewhere in between
Hate to love
Trying to find reality
In a dream
Hate to love
I'm afraid to say I need someone like you
Hate to love
I hate to love
Faded photographs
Of a picture-perfect love
Locked inside this frame of mind
Forgiving true is a trust betrayed
If time heals all it left me behind
It left me behind
So here I am again
Somewhere in between
Hate to love
Trying to find reality
In a dream
Hate to love
I'm afraid to say I need someone like you
Hate to love
I hate to love
Loneliness and innocence
As you invade my heart
I love to hate the truth of love
It's tearing me apart
So here I am again
Somewhere in between
Hate to love
Trying to find reality
In a dream
Hate to love
I'm afraid to say I need someone like you
Hate to love
I hate to love
song performed by by Shania Twain
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Im In Love With You
I-i would swim the seven seas
I-i would crawl upon my knees
I-i climb mountains high for you
I-i would guarantee your every dream come true
...come true
Oh i-Im in love with you
Yes its true
Oh i-i wouldnt cheat on you
Yes its true
Oh i-Im in love, Im in love, Im in love
With you...
I-i would drink an ocean dry
I-i would pluck the moon out from the sky
I-i would build a palace just for you
I-i could give you...park avenue
...park avenue
Oh i-Im in love with you
Yes its true
Oh i-i wouldnt cheat on you
Yes its true
Oh i-Im in love, Im in love, Im in love
With you...
I-i could travel back in time
I-i would kill a man to make you mine
I-i would leap the empire state
I-Id win a war, just to conquer hate
...conquer hate
Oh i-Im in love with you
Yes its true
Oh i-i wouldnt cheat on you
Yes its true
Oh i-Im in love, Im in love, Im in love
With you...
song performed by by Abc
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Trust Blocked The Light
I thought I knew;
I thought I knew I could see,
Trust that overshadowed,
The person you could be.
You tore my trust,
You tore a part of me
Yet you do not know
What let the trust free
Your trust was like a blindfold
Playing games with my innocence
Time will not stitch this tear
Neither will forgiveness
What you did is who you are,
You are exactly what you did to me.
poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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What Makes A True Friend?
What are the qualities that a friend should
have – that which would make a true friend so true?
A friend is one whom you like to be with
while a true friend insists on being with you.
A friend likes you when you have so much in
common. True friends like you who for who you are.
True friends make you feel as though they are at
all times near, although they are very far.
A true friend is one whom you can always
talk to, even at night when it is late -
when loved ones are asleep, a true friend is
always there to hear what you have to say.
Friends like to share, but a true friend always
gives you – not what you want, but what you need.
The feelings you hide, as well as your thoughts,
and your dreams, a true friend can always read.
A friend may forgive you or they may not
forgive, for something wrong you've done to them.
A true friend forgives even when you don't
ask. True friends forgive - again and again.
Friends are close when you are close to them. A
true friend wants your friendship to be closer.
A true friend does what is best for you, and
hates that you would end up with the losers.
A true friend teaches you lessons to help
you grow – lessons that are hard and easy.
A true friend is always there - having a
true friend can never make you feel lonely.
Friends may sometimes make mistakes, but a true
friend is always careful not to hurt you.
A true friend is a guide and a teacher.
A true friend knows everything you go through.
The true friend I mention is our God,
who kept you company before you were born.
The friendship of God, if you truly keep
and cherish, you will never feel forlorn.
The true friend we all need is God (Allah) –
the One who guides and can teach us lessons,
the One who hears our calls and understands,
the One always near – in every season –
Allah, as a Friend, never judges us
by the way we look and how we appear.
Allah, as a Guide, if we ask Him for
guidance, He guides us and makes our paths clear.
Allah is with us – each day and each night –
He is always there when all are asleep.
Allah always listens when others don't.
He gives you comfort when He sees you weep.
Fortunate are those who have Allah as
a Friend. Friendship with God is friendship true.
May Allah bless me with His Friendship and
May Allah's Friendship be shared with you too.
Ameen.
poem by Miriam Mababaya
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A Discarded Dream
A life in writing is all I wanted
I watched other friends reach
pinnacles I could only dream about.
Their writing shone
like bright stars
as mine just gathered dust.
Rejected time and time again
The more I wrote
The more the rejections grew,
until in the end I looked at what I had
and the years I for-fitted
searching, scrambling for a dream
Every glimmer of hope,
and there were plenty
seemed to crumble
and like sand slip through my fingers.
In the end after my mentor and friend died.
The only person to encourage me
when I was filled with despair
something within in me died as well.
I looked back at what I called
all those wasted years.
I then gave up the one thing
that gave my life some meaning.
Discarded it as a child would a broken toy.
The dream I had was broken,
un-repairable so I thought.
I declined to be a nobody
without any future promised land.
Giving up without even taking a stand.
The years tumbled by
and I found much to my surprise
there was no longing left within my eyes.
The faith I had in myself
also died a lonely death.
The love for what I wanted to do
withered without repair.
I put my pen down
I swore for the last time.
No more would I pursue the dream
that had consumed me
Therefore, down the road
I went swearing never to return.
For years that promise I kept.
The fire flickered and dimmed,
but somehow never died
for deep within the embers
a small flame still flickered alive.
A chance encounter,
a request to read someone else’s work
and comment of two was enough.
To ignite the flame
to burn brighter than before.
Awakening a dormant dream
that had been cast aside.
The dream then flourished
with no ending in sight.
Everyday it awakens more.
Therefore, for those who read
what happen to me
don’t discard your hopes and dreams,
for one day you’ll turn a corner
and those dreams will come true.
9 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Ambulance that Got Away
When Grandpa suffered a turn, we
Called the ambulance, right away,
They strapped him onto a gurney
So he couldn't sit up, or sway,
‘We'll see you up at the hospital, '
We cried, as we waved him well,
The ambulance went with bells and lights
Like a demon bound for hell!
Grandma wasn't at home, we
Had to phone her on the cell,
She couldn't come back just then, she said
She was having a fainting spell,
So we waited until he was settled in
Then drove in a convoy down,
To the hospital at Ullarook,
Just fifty miles from town.
The nurse at the desk said: ‘No-one here
By the name of Alfred Groom,
We only have private patients here,
We bed them, one to a room,
If he hasn't got private cover, then
You'll have to look elsewhere,
Maybe the ambulance took him off
To the hospital at Bulnare.'
We phoned the hospital at Bulnare:
‘He hasn't been seen round here,
There was an ambulance, come to think,
But he left with a flea in his ear!
We don't take patients from out of town
There's few enough beds for us,
He's probably over at Gundacoot,
They run their own private bus.'
We drove ten miles to Gundacoot,
An ambulance sat in the drive,
We thought, ‘Thank God, he must be here!
Let's hope that he's still alive! '
We all raced in through the sliding doors
And crowded around the Nurse:
‘Who? Alfred Groom, in a private room?
Not here! ' We left with a curse!
We split up the convoy into two,
I drove to the nearest town,
A middling place called Jerribee
With a hospital, quite run down,
‘The government cut our funding, '
Said the Nurse in the parking bay,
‘We shut down twenty beds last week,
Your Dad isn't here today.'
My son had travelled the other way
To Inkermine on the coast,
The hospital there had a hundred beds
The locals were wont to boast,
‘He's isn't here, but the ambulance
Was spotted on leaving town, '
My son had sighed on his endless ride
When he called on the mobile phone.
That night when Grandma got her breath
She went to the ambulance place,
She battered him with her umbrella
Knocking his glasses clean off his face:
‘Where did you take him, tell me now
Or I'll have to call the police!
What? Are your ears painted on! '
‘We took him to Bungaleese! '
The only place that would take him was
The Medical Clinic there,
It isn't even a hospital
And you sit on a leather chair,
When we finally got to Bungaleese
Grandpa could barely talk,
We said, ‘We'll get you an ambulance! '
‘No thanks, ' he growled, ‘I'll walk! '
29 August 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Screw all those Facebook groups, heres everything I hate and love in one list.
I hate when you climb so far up, and the smallest mistake has you falling to your death. Again.
I hate when the who person means s*** to you makes you cry.
I hate when your happy and your best friends sad, and you sad and your best friends happy.
I hate watching people cry over some stupid b****.
I hate when you miss the sunrise.
I hate when the person you love ignores you.
I hate when it comes to the point that you don't even feel like explaining why your sad anymore.
I hate when your tinniest wishes don't come true.
I hate watching my friends go through the same pain as me.
I hate making the same mistake twice.
I hate insults.
I hate people who pick on one kid who never did anything, when they should be picking on each other.
I hate when the a**hole gets away with it.
I hate how I cry whenever I'm trying to say something important.
I hate when someone pity's you.
I hate when people flip out over stupid stuff.
I hate when girls cause drama just cause.
I hate when people fight.
I hate when you lose the one you love.
I hate when you regret doing something really big.
I hate when I'm mean to people.
I hate when people are mean to me.
I hate feeling alone....all the freaking time.
I hate when your parents are disappointed in you.
I hate my life.
But I love laughing with my friends till my tummy hurts.
I love watching home videos with everyone.
I love taking a walk right after it rains.
I love seeing that innocent look in an animals eyes.
I love the rush of being at a concert.
I love having a moment with a complete stranger in the hallway.
I love those times when the person you love is looking into your eyes and you look back.
I love making people smile.
I love those moments when your not really sure why, but your so unbelievably content with who you are.
I may hate MY life, but I love life.
poem by Gabriella Mantone
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I said, 'See you in the hospital my dear
I said, 'See you in the hospital my dear',
as I watched your mum disappear.
To Dellwood in an ambulance she sped,
'Will it be a girl or a boy', I said.
The telephone rang, 'It's a girl'.
To the hospital I went in a whirl.
Our beautiful Max lay besides her mum.
Little did I know what was to come.
Before your birth I called you Qasimodo.
A great mistake for I wasn't to know.
That eight years later you'd find out
what the name 'Qasi' was all about.
So I promised that I'd pay you 10p
every time that I called you 'little Qasi.'
But it was so difficult for me to quit
and cost a fortune to break the habit
Innocence of a child
In the dark of night
you would come
in the silence
of the hour
you would serve
Satan your master
taking the innocence
of a child
destroying a child's life
denying the child
a normal adulthood!
Have you ever thought
of your actions?
what you were doing
by the lust
that controlled you?
Who gave you
the right to take
the child's innocence?
yes, you, who gave you
the right?
After many years
of emotional suffering
a child entered
into adulthood
God embraced
the adult in love
Forgiveness in Christ
becomes the words
in the heart
freedom in Christ
the prize received
The abuser of the child
are then forgiven
Abuser of the child
did you find
God's forgiveness
before you died
many years later
I hope dearly so!
poem by Allen Brodell
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Largest Jigsaw Missing
You addressed me as your friend,
I addressed you as a brother from another mother.
I regarded us as Ireland's strongest companions
Since we always had each other.
I knew you since I was five,
You knew me since you were four.
As far back as Junior Infants
I sensed that, eternally, our friendship would soar.
Footballs were kicked,
Girls we talked.
Wild parties we attended
While we laughed at teens getting locked.
You were everything in my social life,
I couldn't imagine joy without you.
We were so close that the more the years passed,
The more the sound of our bond reached crescendo.
But on June tenth, after Ireland played Croatia,
What you said to me could not be forgiven.
I doubt the drink made you reveal your true colours,
After all the years of love and gifts I had given.
How dare you accuse me of a bad reputation? !
If so, why was it with me you always wanted to be?
I would never put girls before our friendship like you.
Even if you did find one from where you want one,
With a hundred other boys she would flee.
At least I wouldn't, eh?
Ten days later, just when all seemed lost,
You phoned me up five times,
All of which were left unanswered.
I didn't want to talk to you that night.
You're the reason our friendship cannot be plastered,
Not me. I didn't tell you what you told me.
You, my boy,
Are now the largest jigsaw missing from my heart.
My soul is crushed with you out of my face.
Now I envy the partnership of Milhouse and Bart.
Beg for forgiveness all you want.
I actually want to bring things to how they were, see?
But as long as you're still friends with the Hate Crowd,
You will always remain an enemy to me.
They encourage you to say what you said.
They planted the personal issues you've gained.
I'm afraid with that I cannot trust you.
I'm going to have to live a loner knowing
That my best-ever friendship has been brutally stained.
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
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A Definition Of Trust
Trust is instant immediate.
Trust happens all at once.
Or trust does not happen?
Trust is not time relative.
Trust does not grow with time.
Trust is instant connection?
Trust is instant knowing.
Trust is a click perception.
Or awkward impossibility?
Personalities incompatible.
Can never click connect.
Can never trust reconcile?
Even friendship may be impossible.
True trust patterns in true friendship.
True trust is an elixir of possibilities.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Farewell to friends
Dedicated to all the friends in the world and the seven wonders of my world!
Here I met some great new friends,
who knew me right away.
It was funny how they understood,
All I had to say.
They listened to my problems,
They listened to my dreams.
We talked about love and life,
They had been there too, it seems.
I never once felt judged by them.
They knew exactly how I felt.
They just seemed to accept me,
And all the problems I had been dealt.
They never once interrupted me,
Or need to have their say.
They stood by patiently,
And didn't go away.
I want them to understand,
How much they mean to me.
As if a caged bird,
With love, they had suddenly set free.
What more to say.
The words seem so dry.
As soon as the sem ends,
Away we all shall fly.
It is so sad,
yet so true.
Meeting and departing,
are a part of life's brew.
We met just now,
But the friendship grew.
Life started a picture,
Which we, as a team, drew.
I hope this continues,
for the coming years too.
You cherish me,
And I cherish you.
poem by Dipti Date Gokhale
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So you call yourself a mother
Just because you gave birth,
Doesnt mean your worth,
Being called a mum,
Because you never acted like one,
When innocence is snatched away,
Its hard to live day after day,
Years have gone by,
But i still sit alone and cry,
For all the thing that were taken from me,
Especially my innocence and dignity,
You brought all these men into my life,
Watched while they cut my heart out with a knife,
So much damage has been done,
Arranged by the person i called mum,
Your grip on me was so tight,
In the end i gave up the fight,
Even though i was only a kid,
You gave them all permission to do what they did,
You always covered it up so well,
You knew i was to scared to tell,
So much inside me has died,
I wished i never lied,
To try to protect you
Now 36 years on,
Not an ounce of the pain has gone,
I cant find a closure for what you have done,
I keep on looking but cant find one,
There is no where to hide,
From this loniness and pain i feel inside.
poem by Brenda Fisher
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A letter to My Dad
Dad it's been twenty years,
since you have been gone now
when ever I think of you
the thought, brings tears
There's so much to tell
you, I don't know where to begin
two months, after you died
we had a son, he's so big now, I'm in a spell
I wanted for you, to meet my wife,
in a way you did, only at your funeral,
by then, it was to late
strangers were we, but never any strife
Between us, there was no hate or any love
many wasted words had we
I would like to mention, we have a daughter,
and she's sweet as a dove
Remeber the day, that you gave me old shep
he was a very fine dog
for a long time, I had him
for many years, he had a lot of pep
After nine years, he died too,
seems like ever thing I love
dies sooner or later
and that makes me feel, very blue
You don't realize, how much you love
some one, until their gone,
and then they
fly away like a dove
Toward the end, we had some good talks
you told me many things i didn't know
at your farm, on our many walks
You told me how you played ball,
it must have been something,
to have played back then
my son, dad like you is very tall
I have a very happy life
dad, I wish you could meet
my son and daughter,
also my wife
Dad, it's to bad, I didn't know you better,
too many years were wasted
and I should have told you, I love you,
so that's the reason, for this letter
written June 18,1990 In Memory of my dad Elmer W. Foulk
Born September 13,1904 Died October 10,1970
Total Trust.....Lost
This is the story of the total trust
You gave me and I lost
I was a bad thing
I never used to think
More than once I dropped
And you helped me on my feet up
And then again I didn't care
And walked in that very same dark track
You pushed me to show me the light
And that there is a better track
Straight, bright and no one can dropp in it
In front of you I walked in it
But still the dark was what I wished
You saw me walk to the light
You gave me your total trust
You never thought I'll go back to the dark
After I knew that there was light
But too bad I did
You somehow saw me in it
And all the trust you gave me I lost
Because you saw me dropp again
But it was a bigger drop
You told me help yourself out
This time I really regret
But you said to late
You've dropped
And only you can help yourself out
Because if I help you
You'll return back to it
That very dark scary track
And here I'm begging you
To help me out of it
And you'll see me in that light
Never wanting that dark life
Please help me out
And give me Ur forgiveness
After I take Allah's.
poem by Rudy Hossam
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My School Days
Now-a-days where is that cheer,
unless i call up friends to have a beer,
Just like mist gone we are apart in many ways,
But where are my School days.
Now-a-days where is that enthusiasm,
for i bump into people with only sarcasm,
we sail world over on a ship,
unsuccessful even to strike a good friendship,
We have indeed drifted in many ways,
But where are my School days.
Now-a-days where is that laughter,
I hear just laughs to flatter,
true friends were those who where just there,
to say 'Hey we really care'
Scattered are we in many ways,
But where are my School days.
We are born with faces,
and now with a 'book',
we are now connected in many ways,
Where i come to cherish my School days.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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Friendship is Love (Rondeau)
Friendship is love, without a doubt
that feeling you can't live without,
a shelter in the fiercest storm,
the blanket that will keep you warm,
some tears, some laughs, a song, a shout,
two friends who help each other out,
for trust is what friendship's about,
a friend will never do you harm,
Friendship is love.
If your new life's a total rout,
and when you feel that you're a lout
when you might lose your smile, your charm,
a friend will always lift your arm.
Good friends spread their true love throughout,
Friendship is love.
poem by Marius Alexandru (March 2022)
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I thought I knew
I Thought I knew I understood you well... As my friend... Not my female friend? I unsderstood you well... As a person... Not a feamle person? I understood you well... As the girl next door... As my class mate... Not as the female you are? I understood you well... As we walked home from school... Not as my female friend? I understood you well... As another person... But, not as someone I liked? I understood you well... Then we became lovers... How could I have misunderstood...sooooooooo! A girl, a woman, a friend, but... A woman who is to be Queen... Boy! did I misunderstand... I bend at the hips in your joy... You are and still remain...Queen...I am hoping this is
not a school bor crush...lili we need to connect it's a must rush...mm
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Love Not Hate Sestina
I'm so glad that I found you my love
You must have been sent to me from above
You have taught me to never hate
Our lives entwined, it must be fate.
You and yours, I'll always cherish
Even after I shall perish
Us not being one, is a thought I perish
The nights are better with you my love
Our days together I will always cherish
My favorite times, watching the stars above
Is this our destiny, or is it just fate
The nights without you, I will always hate
Devotion is so much better than hate
These feelings I have, shall never perish
Our lives together, such a great fate
Shall this diminish, never my love
Only if the moon falls from above
Shall I stop loving the woman that I cherish
To adore, to care, to want and to cherish
These feelings are here to deny that I hate
Anything that lives on the earth or above
My heart sinks, when I see one perish
Your influence is that strong, my love
And from now on you determine our fate
I'm not sure what has decided my fate
But I must accept that fact and cherish
The knowledge that I have been given your love
To keep within my heart and never hate
The others in your life, before they perish
Because they too, were sent from above
Sometimes my heart soars in the clouds above
Never denying this grand glorious fate
Hoping that it will stay and not ever perish
Of this my Lord, I pray you will cherish
Our relationship, and not allow hate
To interrupt this wondrous time, with my love
I beseech the Lord above, to help me to always cherish
Our time, for it taught me, my fate is to adore, and never hate
Even after I do perish, you'll be my very essence, my love
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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I Hate Feeling Like This
I thought this summer
I can forget you, but the truth is that I can't
I'm so weak
It kept haunting me every day and night
I hate feeling like this
It hurt me too much
I keep tearing my eyes out because
I don't have you here to be with me and be happy with
I keep telling my friends that I'm over you and all happy, but
At end of day I go back loving you and crying over you
This routine keep happen
I hate lying to my friends and
Say that I'm ok and fine when I'm not
I feel so ashamed and guilty
I can't help how I feel deep about you
I hate feeling like this
I eat junk foods to cheer me up
I gain weight and I don't want to do any of this anymore
I want to break this cycle
I wish I talk with you again
Maybe it will help me realized things
Like their other guys and I need to let you go, but
You are annoying me
The only way I can get over you
If I talk with you for the last time
This is my entire fault how things turn out
I was afraid to take risks
He and I was from different group
He is in popular group and I wasn't
I was afraid his friends won't like me and
How my friends will react and take us going out
I never told him why
I didn't say yes
I just didn't want to hurt you anymore
It's too late now
I hate feeling like this
All guilty, ashamed and alone
I'm so dumb
It going haunt me for rest of my life all because
I didn't go out with you
I hate feeling like this
poem by Christina Phan
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