Friends

Friends short poem

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friends are someone..
who meet each other- to share joy and sorrow
and celebrate happy moments together.
here my friends-never I had the chance
to see them face to face.
we share a world
made with the trust of god’s hand.
we live under the same moon,
we share the same sun shine,
still we are from different places.
even if we all are very far,
even if we have never met,
its amazing, we share our thoughts in one place-
on the platform of poetry.
we became friends through the words
that reveal the pain,
the hurt which cannot be disguised,
through words of hopes and dreams.
my friends are incredible poets in their own rights.
reading their poems is a sheer delight.
their words are my muse,
my strength and my hope.
they became an inspiration to my write,
a shining beacon that brought my light.
I am mesmerized by each word they write.
beyond the distance,
I feel complete when I read their poems.
there is silence in every second,
when I miss their words.
one of my friends wrote..
brain aids atma in knowing
what is good and what is bad
sometimes brain keep quiet and allows,
atma to take its own decision.
that is the reason why we love or hate,
something, someone with out any reasons.
I believe, this is the theory
which applied on me
to get some good friends
even if I never see them face to face

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ammu sachariah

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I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.
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kwai chee low
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A beautiful poem about friends. Reminds me of a haiku I wrote on poetic friends:

Friends across the seas
Sharing heartfelt inspirations
Poems on ether wings

Monali Longmailai
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a lovely poem for all the lovely people in ‘high on poems’! 🙂

Preeti
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The more you read/write about this wonderful bond called friendship, the more you feel you have missed out something more:) The poem was amazing!

Shabeeh Kamoonpuri
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wow!!! an excellent poem on friendship. I LOVED IT.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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The dying desires to live more………rejuvenates……..
……………………when touched by the caring hands of a mother ……
………..now sweetly disguised……inside a new brand name called friendship………………..

Randall Smith
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I read your poem and I have to stop…. and feel the meaning of a friend I have never met. Do I like your poem? It does not matter, a friend wrote it and that is how I read it. Not something I have to read for a class but something I want to read from a friend.

Ramapriya Nr
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A wonderful tribute to the poet faternity of HIGH ON POEMS. I am proud to be a friend of yours so what if it is Virtual. after all the friendship originates from the mind then from the appearence. Thanks a lot for making me your friend

Viswas Menon
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@ammukutty_sachariah…..wow….so impressive a creation….indeed ….your poems too serve as inspiration to other poets….keep writing…regards

Giedrius Koncius
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beautiful and inspiring. when i read this poem Ifeel proud, that I write poetry and I fell rejoice, that I belong to this writers community. Thank you for sharing.

Savi Mani
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Dear Ammu my dear friend, I apologies for not reading this wonderful poem earlier, i hate myself to have missed this for so many months, cant pardon myself, i proved a bad friend indeed, once again i am sorry now back to your poem, how wonderfully written, yes on the platform of poetry, we are friend to each other, and there is this great sense of belonging, its such a wonderful fraternity….to belong together without having met each other, but that does not matter, what matters more is we treat each other as friends, the virtual friends but more real that the real friends, cause we share the feeling of belonging, one friend writes and we read and comment as if we are real friends, how amazing…….the moment our poem gets published we wait for the comments of other members …….isnt that wonderful…….yes i am proud to belong to this group…….and more proud to have your as my friend, its an amazing friendship, where the caste creed religion, appearance doesnt matter what matters is the poetic heart of the other mamber, the sorrows the pains the happiness, felt and shared by all……….loved your poem dear

Akhtar Jawad
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Amazing flow words and lines, mesmerizing thoughts and an enchanting poem!

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