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RedStoneEB
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since 2003-06-08
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0 posted 2003-07-14 07:01 PM


Friends: the memories of the past


Friends, abandoning each other’s side
Moving on into the unknown world alone
Growing older, time together growing shorter

Yet still, sharing experiences
Of a time, gone and past
Holding onto the memories
Of happiness, they once had

Where they danced, by riversides
In golden fields, skin brushed against knee high grass
As they lay, from cover of preying eyes

The sound of pressed grass, against the floors
Footsteps growing nearer, to where they laid
Playing, the game of hide and seek

Awoken, moment the hands touched flesh
Threw back into the real world, the game drawn to an end
Wide-eyed staring, in darkness they laid

Past life, now turned to present day
The deaths of childhood friends
Reconnected, thoughts turn to tears
As grief reappears, deep down within

The tears form a puddle of thoughts, leaked upon the floor
Slowing seizing with it, the memories of the past
Away for the holder, whose closed-eyed body
Rots away to dust, and soul travels to heaven above

Angels await, the arrival of this troubled soul
As the pearly gates open, childhood friends rejoin
And the troubles of this soul fade from sight
Happiness flowing once again, as its memories set free
Finally die away, flowing back to dreams forever lost…

[This message has been edited by RedStoneEB (07-15-2003 08:02 AM).]

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BluesSerenade
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since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549
By the Seaside
1 posted 2003-07-14 08:57 PM


Past lifes, Now turned to present day
The deaths of childhood friends
Flowing, Thoughts turn to tears
As pain sours, Deep down within

Thank you for enlightening the memories of those who's youth was so fleeting, and whom I never will forget.    

Bless you for passing this along~
  

RedStoneEB
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since 2003-06-08
Posts 772
uk
2 posted 2003-07-15 05:08 AM


Thanks for the reply

an other forum replied to that as a beginner poem, no insight, no vision, can't spell, has problems relating his words into imagery form, and overall this is very badly written poem

my mind is like a dream sometimes confusing

El_Campeador
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since 2003-01-29
Posts 761
Ohio, USA
3 posted 2003-07-15 07:59 AM


I have many of those bittersweet memories of friendships lost. And I look forward to when our friendships will live again.

One thing I've been thinking about poetry: it is really hard to claim that a poem is "bad". If a poem isn't special to you, maybe there is someone else who can relate to it, whose heart is touched by it. There is poetry that may struggle in ways, like the rhyming or imagery is forced or unclear, or you couldn't quite bring your idea forward the way you wanted to, but I have a hard time seeing how anyone can declare a poem to be no good.

Keep writing. You get better the more you write.

~El Campeador

“We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend.” –Robert Louis Stevenson

[This message has been edited by El_Campeador (07-15-2003 08:01 AM).]

gemjop
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since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587
Pencilveinia, USA
4 posted 2003-07-15 08:21 AM


Where they danced, by riversides
In golden fields, skin brushed against knee high grass
As they lay, from cover of preying eyes

Lee, your poetry is coming on very well, so don't take the criticism to heart, and take any good advice they offer. I liked this in particular.^  you are definately becoming more descriptive with your words, painting more detailed pictures. Keep on working hard at it, and prove them wrong.

LeeJ
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since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296

5 posted 2003-07-15 08:33 AM


Yet still, sharing experiences
Of a time, gone and past
Holding onto the memories
Of happiness, they once had

Your write made me wonder about the brilliance and power of an unknown source which feeds us regularly in the ups and downs of life...and the great purpose to which has brought us to this day.  Tremendous write

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