From the alpha to the omega
in the journey of life we own,
we meet, greet, huddle and shove
friends with people initially unknown.
We make friends with whom
we like many who think and act alike,
from some we learn and some we teach
in diverse ways, not so easy to reach.
The heart misses the beat
on meeting someone full of charms,
the blush and smile say it all long
and bodies await with open arms.
Then ensues endless wait
slow and without much scope,
clinging on to thin threads of hope
making them the life's rope.
Topsy-turvy and restive,
rolling up and down,
counting each breath to live
time has really slowed down.
A dear friend became impassive
what should I do to deserve,
to earn her friendship
what purpose should I serve?
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2022 02:05
- Comment from author about the poem: Describes the feeling of once you meet someone and feel you have met your match and there is no confirmation from the other side.... such times of endless wait.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
an intriguing read, that line
'A dear friend became impassive'
changes the whole, pitch
why 'impassive'?
makes us go back and re-read..
thanks for sharing
Thank you so much..... sudden turn of events, some call it fate, I feel it is a challenge to improve oneself to be more likeable...
likeability, amiability etc
should come second
to being yourself, dear poet
for there's nothing, sadder
than a self-enforced
fake smile..
you be , You
and your life's True connections
will find - You, this
I know to be True..
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It's true, some people are cold. Maybe we just need to cut people off when it's needed and move on.
I understand but I feel there is a reason behind everything. Everyone doesn't come into our life just because we deserve them but it could also be because of they deserve us. Whatever we can do to restore a human back to one's loving, caring and real self, I think we would have achieved our aim.
So true
Thank you Blue Orchid 💠💐
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