FRIENDSHIP

-> http://www.netpoets.com/poems/friends/


Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.


Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.


Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.


In most ways, friendship between teens isn't any different than friendship at any other time in our life. Still, adolescence is a tumultuous time, and teens often rely on their friends to be the only ones in the world that seem to understand them. And that can only serve to strengthen an already powerful bond.



xxx.


Friends Don't Always Last
by Ashley Baron

I try to be nice, but you just laugh.
I'm not fitting in anymore, what can I do?
You don't realize, but it's starting to hurt.
When everything's just right, it always turns to dirt.

Help me, what am I doing wrong?
I don't understand, I'm there when your not strong.
I try to be happy most of the time, but it's getting harder now,
knowing your friendship isn't mine.


xxx.


The Dummy
by Michael Mack

In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.


He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.


And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.


With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.


Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.


xxx.


friendship is so important to me.
but it seems like it`s fading off me.
my life isn`t like what it had been before,
yeah, it really is.i feel so left out.
i feel as though i`ve lost my friends.
to those who think i take my friends for granted,
go eat shit and die.
i feel as though they dont even care.
=( what can i do? not anymore.
seems like they`ve forgotten me. ha.
but then again, what can i do?
it`s okay. it`s not. hell not.