This is a poem I wrote while thinking about some of the friendships I made in my life, which as years went by, simply faded away. Perhaps something went wrong, or we simply grew our own separate ways…
When we were little
We would play
Never felt troubled
About what people had to say
When I wasn’t well
You would benevolently stay
And check every hour
To make sure I was okay
When I wanted to talk
You’d always be there
Happiness or despair
We would unabashedly share
I revere those times
More than you’ll ever know
I continually question
What made you go
Our treasured memories
Will forever be in my heart
And I’ll always wonder
Why life tore us apart
-SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻♀️
A very beautiful poem a bit nostalgic a bit of regret at the loss of dear friends . May be as we grow our perspective changes we move in different directions and disassociation becomes inevitable . However on the contrary I do have friends who were with me in kindergarten and they are dear to me .
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This has happened quite often to me, especially because I lived in different parts of the world. Out of sight, out of mind. On the plus side, I find that I can reconnect with friends that I haven’t seen for years in an instant.
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This has happened to me. When we started a family and our first child was born several of our close friends who didn’t have children drifted away. No hard feelings, we just couldn’t drop everything and come out a play anymore. And there were other occasions where me and my friend each went off chasing separate rainbows.
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I can totally relate… such a lovely poem..
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Such a sweet and cute poem. Makes me think about the friends I had growing up.
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That’s a lovely poem!
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I met a little vineyard.. W3 toasted life approprialy – by each others eyes of fun— natrue is so beautful – he asked me what I owed…
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I’m still not sure why, but I like that comment.
Cheers.
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Yes! fallow friendly voices, the’ll guide you
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3:33pm 10-15-2012 Monday October
July, June & Jupiter-
I had a dream, each for god, labels everything- A girl who; born in Hawaii- moved the streets downtown… no city lights- fantasy’s ” talkin’ think eyes mine
close part of me, seeing faces before the world wind read-
heartbroken closure grew described
Specail biography, even ” fake ” wonder meanwhile
settlements backsword ” see in glimmer talks, comma lights – awake inside -age thirty five again & ‘ I ‘ was around before death: hear things say.
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right on sister.. I hear ya
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I ask the same question and I find that the journey for each is as different as ya and me thus the ride is like friends departing from the party of life in separate taxis with the cellphone being the connection to the past. I went to ya family reunion and it was too much for me. The tone of the conversation was too aggressive and I bolted out and walked 5 miles in the rain 🌧! Thank ya ya post got me reflecting 🙏🐕♒️😷
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3ania
It’s not ev3n 2019 – but, completions turn frozen shortly, hidden breaks, rivers ‘ n ‘ politics ” beat dreaming ” I’m proven with all evidence
like adding another mirror – innocent ” just you ” know that much,
this dark ” agenda ” targeting –
erotica socio must be: ” I ” ley in the dark jigsaw fall of 1992… media, generation! glossy trickx blame ” sweet moon ”
” lovbug ”clinging doubt, headlights — hydrobit slammed, only within, autumns – awe’s bell essay { journal wedged } cheap joke- bunch of tarnished Tuscany.
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Made me think of the friends that I have lost…thanx chuq
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Nice Blog!!!
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I think a lot about my school Jenny Allan. She was the first person I really got close too. Before her I always felt friends were leaving. She had plans and moved to London after that we lost touch. Our lives are forever changing we are all races towards our final goal. I’m at the point in my life where death takes our friends and loved ones in equal measure. 😢 Enjoy the living and make new friends along the way too. 😊
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Old room mate and friend always used to say” life goes on, it never stands still”. Great poem, thank you for sharing. Also thank you for the follow.
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Great heartfelt poem. Your quote says it all… growing separately without growing apart!
Dwight
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Wow! Excellent
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That’s a wonderful poem, full of nostalgia and loss of childhood and childhood friends.
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Lovely poem I miss my friend Pratiksha❤Thank you so much for this post
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Beautiful and a very true perspective on life. It’s hard to letting go sometimes
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Beautiful poem with a sad ending. This reminded me of the Beatles’ song, ‘In My Life’.
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Such lovely and introspective writing.
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Saania, A beautiful and meaningful poem. I’m sure many of us can identify with. We share many paths with others throughout our lives. Though life provides unavoidable various reasons to separate us there is one thing we can hold on to forever. And that is our relationships have a lasting effect on one another. By you poem that lasting effect is one to be treasured. There is not much more than that, that anyone of us can hope for. To be remembered fondly.
-Alan
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very nice
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Si cambia modo di vivere, obbiettivi, si cresce, si incontrano altre vite…
I ricordi però sono importanti, quelli non ci lasciano mai.
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Just like in a play, when the stage changes there’s a change of friends. Age, a move, a change of school…
Friends have come and gone out of my life many times. Only the memory of shared moments is treasured.
The blog poem is lovely.
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Sure is– now write something called The Blog Poem
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I like your poem, it’s nice to see someone writing rhyming poetry. I have lost lots of friends and family, i have no idea why??
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Haze Ever seen horrifying pain English roots. I shell return due bootless commendare,
Looking for care prior host not even Julie Andrews could talk better of me as well, the sons name: Ison J Williams- Heard “the bane of my existence.”
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I had lost many friends some of them I didin’t see them since 13 years ago we were so young play every time together go to school together somathing that brokes me is that I don’t know where are them now😓
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A friend is a gift we give ourselves. Sadly, sometimes the gifts are returned, barely opened. Be well.
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It reminded me of one of my friends who is no longer a friend of mine.
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This poem echoes current thoughts. Thank you for this timely tribute.
‘There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother’.
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There are people who will be close in your life forever, and some who’ll be there for a time, both will be there when the time is right and no more. Bless that time! 😊
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Can relate to this, so true, we grow apart as days go by.
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Excellent poem, it really shows your heart. I have lost many friends and know too well the feelings involved.
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