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True Friendship

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True Friendship

To share the joy of true friends is grand
Remembering our past we spent on farm
Underneath the tree we would both stand
Each day we’d walk briskly arm in arm
Friendship lasting years as we both grew
Reaching an age of growing close as one
I see a side of you I never knew
Each time we touch it’s like my heart has spun
New feelings grow within my soul for you
Deny them not for they are real to me
Somehow a change has taken place it’s true
How much we’ve grown as friends as you will see.
Is this the start of a brand new life ahead
Perhaps it’s just to be as friends instead.

Joan Benecke August 18th 2008

Author notes

was just dreaming.
I wanted to add another poem
as I've been busy writing haiku's
saw this picture and liked it
so I let it take me where it wanted to go.

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  • ceegeeess
    April 23

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    Love and friendship are two sides of a coin!

    Is this the start of a brand new life ahead
    Perhaps it’s just to be as friends instead." It is the divine wish, perhaps, 'it is the start of a brand new life'A friend turns to be a best lover for life. Fine thoughts you penned dear friend.


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    August 24, 2008

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    Good that your instincts led you to the keys
    to create and post this piece. It carries those
    lingering hopes, yet doubts, that many have
    experienced. It indeed deserves a glittering cup!

    M-C


  • Yemassee gold member
    August 24, 2008
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    Oh crud, I never did comment on this. I read it I know. My mind has been rather absent lately.

    Sadly the poem hits home for me, the last line especially.


  • Yemassee gold member
    August 24, 2008

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    I'll trade you my bronze, a half-eaten candy bar and a stale Moxie for your silver, deal? Congrats.


    • angelica silver member
      August 24, 2008
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      NUH UHH Yem, I'll keep my Silver. I am sooo happy, but I'll have a drink of Moxie with you.


  • huguenauties silver member
    August 23, 2008

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    Dear Joan,

    CONGRATULATIONS on winning SILVER in my contest with your delightful poem!



    Love,
    Maureen


  • Hinemoa silver member
    August 21, 2008

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    Dear AJ, A very lovely Acrostic, I can only agree with what the others have said. Bravo.
    I've know it to happen that childhood friends grow up and fall in love to marry and share happy times together.
    Love Hine


  • hugh wyles silver member
    August 21, 2008

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    Dear Bea,

    Thankyou for creating this second entry in our contest #35.
    What can I add to the comments already made which say it all?
    Tender, reflective, sentimental, tentative and, as a sonnet one hardly realises that it is also acrostic. It is also faithful to the picture that inspied it. Bravo!
    Good luck in the contest.
    Applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh (R.)


  • Maureen silver member
    August 21, 2008

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    Dear Joan,

    You are so good at writing acrostics! For me, a great acrostic is a poem like this that I read without realizing that's what it is!

    I like where the picture took you..wondering if a boy and girl who start out as friends progress to another level in their relationship or stay forever friends. Very nicely done!



    Love,
    Maureen


  • MargaretG
    August 21, 2008

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    This is lovely, Joan, a walk through memories to a sweet conclusion. A very nice acrostic sonnet too!


  • catz Moderators member
    August 20, 2008

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    A lovely sentimental poem of friendship, Joan.
    Good luck in the contest
    Dee

  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    August 20, 2008
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    The words reach out
    in bold rememberance,
    then pull back, tentatively,
    shyly, as love itself
    wishes acknowledgement.

    A tender story.

    M-C

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