Real friends hold our hands tight when things are tough and bring us the courage we need to carry on when things are rough. They inspire us to seek God, to see beauty in the ordinary, and to bloom where we are planted. Friends are true blessings. They are gifts in the form of human beings. This poem is for true and loyal friends.
Trustworthy and loyal, always there
Reliable and dependable, through thick and thin
Understanding and accepting, no judgment ever passed
Empathetic and compassionate, feeling others' pain
Feeling a connection that binds us close
Reliable companions through highs and lows
Invincible alliance that always endures
Eternal support, as pure as it assures
Never-ending laughter and joyful cheers
Dedicated and true, wiping away tears
Sincere understanding in every endeavor
Helping hand, a bond that will never sever
Incredible memories cherished together
Playful moments creating bonds that will never weather
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Dua Nouman
A seasoned content writer with a passion for words and poetry.
Want to become a great scientist. Love reading, writing, poetry, moon, and loneliness.
Mostly write poetry when I am feeling empty...
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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This was s beautiful acrostic of TRUE FRIENDSHIP! Awesome work!