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The Shadow in Blue
Member

since 2006-05-18

Posts 493
EL, Michigan

0 posted 2006-06-09 10:53 PM

I have a simple-or complex if you will-challenge, if you dare accept the task. Write a poem,it doesn't matter what kind/form, about your best friend.

^_^
~Jill Out

/\/The Editing Queen\/\

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for wo

jarrett
Member

since 2006-05-10

Posts 72
Ut, USA

1 posted 2006-06-24 10:55 PM

I will work on it and get back to you.. it sounds like fun! Thanks

rhia_5779
Senior Member

since 2006-06-09

Posts 1334
California

2 posted 2006-10-28 01:34 PM

wrote a while ago .
workin on another

I wish that I could thank you
For all that you have ever done
Wish I could give what’s due
Brought me back, when I tried to run

Comforted me, all the times I cried
Wet and broken tears
There for me, when I hurt bad inside
Got rid of all my fears

To me you have been
Way better than ever have I deserved
Truthfully, a true friend
Got me to talk, no matter how reserved

That I have tried to be
When I tried to pull away
Opened my eyes to see
Past, future, light of each day

There are no words that I could ever utter
That could ever make up what I might have said
It was likely you I hurt the most, in my clutter
Not meaning to, you never laughed at tears I shed

I probably made you mad
But, You stood by me true
And never could I ask
For a better friend than you

rhia_5779
Senior Member

since 2006-06-09

Posts 1334
California

3 posted 2006-10-29 01:29 PM

heres the other
Best friends

In the middle of the dance floor, she twirls and spins.
Leaps up to the stage, twisting and movin’
Don’t want to let her go, she is there through thick and thin.
Her happiness speeds along the crowd exploding onto faces.

Dancing through the night, singing on the stage.
Her voice crystal clear, vocals in the night, marking an empty page.
Cheering me up when I turn my back on the world. Making me smile.
Glued to the velvet chair afraid, pulling me up, to show my style.

Glaring at anyone who might laugh, she makes living worthwhile.
Turns an ordinary dance step into something beyond the naked eye.
That’s why it near killed me when we had to say goodbye.
Tore up my heart right then and there, I couldn’t help but cry.

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