I don't need you,
Or your lame friends,
I have my own friends,
The more I have,
The more sad I get,
With all these friends some care for me as I care for them,
Farewell to your friendship,
You used me,
Stole my life,
Stole my money,
Stole everything I ever had,
Why don't you get a job and buy your own stuff and quit stealing it from me,
Your friendship is worthless for me to keep as a friend,
So farewell to you and your friends,
I have more friends where that came from,
The ones that don't steal from me,
They're my true friends who are always there for me,
You were never there for me from the start,
So farewell to you and your friendship,
Cause I don't need anymore sadness from you,
Farewell to your friendship.
Jennifer Rondeau
Farewell To Your Friendship
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Chain Tied Between Two Best friends...
Friendship is a golden chain,
The links are friends so deal
And like a rare precious jewel!
It is clasped together firmly
With the love that deep and true!
And it is rich with happy memories
And fond recollections too!
Time cannot destroy it's beauty
For as long as memory lives!
Years cannot erase the pleasure
That the joy of friendship gives!
For friendship is a priceless gift
That cant be bought or sold!
But to have an understanding friend
Is worth far more than gold!
The golden chain of friendship
Is a strong and blessed tie!
Binding kinded haerts together
As the years go by
Ayesha Raoof
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It's Over
There is a time When this friendship has to end This friendship IT'S OVER! I wish we had never met Because of you You started this So I have to end it Because of the childness 'cause we need space 'cause I need space from your face so, IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER CAN'T YOU GET IT! IT'S OVER! This friendship could have been the best, But now, it will never be It's all your fault YOUR FAULT! Because of you this friendship has to end! ! ! ! ! ! ! SORRY this is NOT a mistake, I just can't be NICE so, DEAL! ! ! ! ! ! Aleksandra Lachut |
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A Friendship Kit
A friendship kit can never be purchased Neither be sold, nor be replaced Because everything that comes with it Holds value in every bit So pick your friends who are dear Mix in them some love and care And add kindness in them too And be always honest and true Then put them in the friendship test And let them take it with zest Then whatever comes out of it Store it in the friendship kit For everything that is given to you By a friend really holds value true Because a friend is an extension of you Without whom you feel incomplete too. Happy Friendship Day! ! ! Seema Chowdhury |
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Pretending It's Not Real
A shooting star flew by And you quickly came to mind You're exactly what I wanted You're what my thoughts would find Our friendship flashed before me And a smile I found on my face I loved each and every moment Of your sweet enchanting grace I was memorized so much By the words that you would speak I couldn't seem to help That I'd always grow so weak At first I liked our friendship How we could trust each other How our friendship grew so strong With one another I'm not sure when it started But i began to fall for you I couldn't stop my feelings There was nothing I could do But soon my feelings grew stronger And you're all I thought about My heart was beating only for you And in that there was no doubt I tried to get over it Knowing it would never be Knowing I was just playing with my feelings Thinking you would fall for me I didn't tell anyone Not even my best friends Didn't want to risk our friendship Didn't want it to end I couldn't control it I yearned for you so much Didn't want anything else Except your gentle touch I kept my mouth shut Trying to deny it to myself Pretending I didn't have those feelings Lying to myself This love is starting to hurt Pretending it's not real Trying to put it in the past Refusing to reveal SarahLaney Long |
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True Friendship Has Many Ingredients
True friendshup isn't seen
with the eyes;
it's felt with the heart
when there is trust,
understanding, secrets,
loyalty, and sharing.
Friendship is a feeling
rarely found in life,
but when it is found
it has a profound impact
on one's well-being,
strength, and character.
A true friendship does not need
elaborate gifts
or spectacular events
in order to be valuable or valued.
To ensure long lasting quality
and satisfaction,
a friendship only needs
certain key ingredients:
undying loyalty,
unmatched understanding,
unsurpassed trust,
deep and soulful secrets,
and endless sharing.
These ingredients, mixed with
personality and a sense of humor,
can make friendship
last a lifetime.
Aleksandra Lachut
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I don't care
I don’t care who’s wrong, I don’t care who’s right, I just want to stop this fight You and I know this friendship is ending So let’s just quit all this pretending We never ever get along Don’t tell each other when something’s wrong We always argue we never agree If this is a “Friendship” I want to be free I want this to be over, I know you do too, And don’t even deny it because you know it’s true. You might say it’s noble to try and work it all out But our friendship is going nowhere, without a doubt. Even if we could change the things we feel This “friendship” of ours would never be real. I don’t care what you do or what you say I will always feel this way I don’t care if you hate me or if you don’t I don’t care if you’ll be friends or if you won’t I don’t care if we’re friends or if we’re not As long as this whole thing is forgot. Kelly Curiel |
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All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
JRR Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. |
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Fire and Ice
Robert Frost
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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Warning
Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. |
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One Inch Tall
Shel Silverstein
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You'd swing upon a spider's thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb. You'd run from people's feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write-- 'Cause I'm just one inch tall). |
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Television
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.
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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. |
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I Once Dreamt...I Once Thought...
I once dreamt of a future filled with memories of him and me. I once thought that he pictured memories being filled too. I once dreamt of life being filled with love. I once thought that he dreamt the same. I once dreamt of him and me saying I do. I once thought that day would come soon. I once dreamt of growing old with him. I once thought that he daydreamed about me. I once dreamt that he would be the father of my children. I once thought that he wanted me to be his future too. I once dreamt of him and me spending the rest of our days together. I once thought that he loved me back the way I always loved him. |
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Stab Vengeance With Love
toothache of a venomous snake,
the questions of the mindless thought
where is the winner of all wars fought?
vampires blood thirst
till the very last,
cynical delusions apart,
abdicate the illusional idiosyncrasy,
wars just an idiocy,
abducting someone's love,
do they abbreviate your expanding pain?
do they stop your tempestuous tear rain?
Are you a Revulsive animal soaking loathsome?
do repulsive heart makes you look handsome?
Regrade your regret of being lonesome.
Reprimand the war with a reproach,
with two hands wide open let love be always what we approach!
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A Picture Of Spring
Paints a vibrant scene
Laid upon a canvas of,
Blue, red, yellow and green
Rain showers our planet
Reviving an ancient life
Having slept for a season
And awakening its wild life
Fields of many flowers
Take over the land
Creatures play and romp
In the thick of the woodland
Nectar’s fragrance compels
Bees boldly buzz about
Song birds play musical melodies
Praising springs eternal route
A masterpiece is forming
From our creator’s hand
Giving to us beauty
That will grow and expand
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The Storm
as if to say
I'm taking revenge
here, today
The wind id blowing
out of control
spinning papers
around a pole
The lightning strikes
on the horizon
creating sparks
with no compassion
The sky is dark
filled with clouds
the rain is falling
the thunder is loud
The rivers swell
filled with pride
changing landscapes
on every side
The streets are empty
yet, filled with sound
from the elements of nature
all around
The beaches are corroded
by the rising tide
what lays under water
is shoved aside
I stand by the boardwalk
a man reborn
accesing the damage
left by the storm.
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Why Do I Wait Often Wait For You
Afzal Hussain
What keeps me waiting
And
Why do I often wait for you
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Another life 'My old friends'
Kevin Fix
If it's true, and there's another life That waits beyond our journey's end I'll hold a place within my heart And a rocking chair for my old friends To sit beside a fire at night And talk about, the stories of another time Or dream about what might have been, But either way I wouldn't change The path that led to my old friends And if there is another life I'll wait for you with open arms Beneath the moonlit sky at night I'll reminisce and count the stars Which never fails to take my breath Each moment when I think of you And know again I'll see your face That shines within the summer sun Or glows within the winter moon That's seen so many journeys end With hopes of such a special place Where friends are never left behind And faces never fade away Through time, if there's another life Old friends would come And there they'll stay And bring another rocking chair For those who pass this way |
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