More Special Friends

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More Special Friends

I have special friends.
Most of these friends are as comfortable as a rock for a pillow
And, they can be warm as newspaper for blanket in winter.
I have learned to love them, as a stranger becomes a friend.
I find myself still judging them like a book’s cover
But, I may be more an open book as to how much they know about me
They do comfort me when I began to understand love
But, we lack in love is with each other in romantic way.
We may exchange that feeling others would call love
But, it is how we express that we call is friendship.
The tears produce would be only treats as if they came from crocodiles
But, it would not matter since our pillow would take them just the same.

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demacus commented on More Special Friends

01-01-2010

very nicely written i hope you add me as a friend so we can share future poems

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

1DreamStar’s Poems (32)

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My Love Stories 0
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Snow 1
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The Sounds That Come Alive 0
The Path My Voice Has To Make 0
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More Special Friends 1
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A Voice For Love to See 0
Recalling Visions 0
My Strives … My Society 1
A Discussion on Love 0
The Sights and Sounds of My Loves and Hates 0
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The Sounds of My Dreams 0
A Description of Friendship 0
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Do You See What I Hear 0
What Is Love Without Hate 0
To Define my Love 0
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A View From All Seasons 0
Some of the Investments of Sir Loin 1