Dearest Friend.

[zoolane]

Dearest Friend.

Dearest Friend please don't leave.
Your excitable nature is who you are.
Your soft, flake skin over my floor.
Your cold nose on my cheek in morning.
Your rough tongue on my skin.
Give me other wash for day.
Please don't just faded away.

[hillwalker]

Sweet little poem - to a canine chum (I'm hoping anyway!).

H

[zoolane]

Yep He at vet under the knife poor Toby. x

[Haunted]

Good luck! I was a wreck when my baby boy was put under, he was FIV positive and the vet was worried he may not wake up again, thankfully he did. I can really relate to your sentiments here.

[zoolane]

Well Toby now in doggie heaven.

[Haunted]

Oh dear, I'm sooo sorry!!!! My deepest sympathies

[zoolane]

Thank you Haunted.

Twist Faith.

How twist faith has come.
To show thy self in it glory.
To take one so loves away.
The friendship that was give to us.
Is unmistaken missed.

[Haunted]

So well worded. I know exactly where it's coming from. Peace.

[zoolane]

The Crease.

Where shall I go now, with my soul and emotions. I have gone cold in my heart again as the day unfolded. The crease of day as begin with ruby flow thick against my mind. My mind is blanket from coincide with wall of substance. The tense feeling of the time scale of grand clock of the day goes hick, hock of the waiting game near the phone. My eyes are hurting with grieving but nothing come to soothe them.[

[zoolane]

Crying is for wimps.

Crying is for wimps.
To stay strong: no tears must fallen.
A wall of brick as to be form.

Crying is for wimps.
A sign of weaker is the eyes watery.
This now you become cold heart b***ch.
No emotion to be seen.

[hillwalker]

Crying is for wimps? Don't you believe it. Sometimes it takes courage to shed a tear.

H

[zoolane]

Crying is for wimps? Don't you believe it. Sometimes it takes courage to shed a tear.

H

Thank you if only I could shed a tear. It probably would be water fall by now.

[Scheherazade]

Crying is for wimps.

Crying is for wimps.
To stay strong: no tears must fallen.
A wall of brick as to be form.

Crying is for wimps.
A sign of weaker is the eyes watery.
This now you become cold heart b***ch.
No emotion to be seen.If crying is for wimps, Zoo, I don't mind admitting that I have been proud to be a wimp on many occasions! :smilewinkgrin:

I have really enjoyed reading your poems in this thread (in many others - I am sorry that I have been tremendously busy these days to comment); your style is developing and maturing with each poem you write :)

[zoolane]

Thank you for comment Scheh x

[Jerrybaldy]

Your wall will come crashing down sooner or later zoo. Nice poem :)
The coldness that others can build into us, or indeed we can build into ourselves.
JerryB