Treasure Island

Unwritten Soul


Bouquet of words


Don't ask me what is friend?
What is love? Where it lies in?
Well definition, most of us confused
With the sweet of love juice
As love has chain to fuse
Grab this love that i lend
Love is not only for a lover
Love also made for a friend
and great love for God
Beautiful loves are broad

Dear, love of friend...
like the blessing rain
to fall on dry and hot desert
then raise a nice feeling
grow green, life in desert
sweet, beautiful and blessed...

A True friend, a true hand to lend
Sweet and thick like honey
Nothing with money
Hate to hate
Love to love
Not love to hate
Or hate to love

Losing a friend
Losing an element of light
Losing a different sight
Still can see with normal light
But missing core of value inside

A True friend
Share one color in life canvas
Surround by true friends
Finished a priceless of life canvas
With multiple colors trend

Simply, deeply thanks to say
You are my good friend ever
Makes everyday is a beautiful day
We stay in field of innocent forever

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : Theme: Friendship: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
Re.edited and a 2nd version of love and friend,
Dedicated 'To all my friends here'
........................................ .............................................

Submitted: Monday, May 17, 2010
Edited: Saturday, September 08, 2012

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  • Amitava Sur (8/16/2014 12:09:00 AM)

    A nice elaboration of widened love and friendship which I cherished from your penning (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (5/4/2014 12:32:00 AM)

    As long as day will follow night
    blessings shine with moring light
    and those blessing shall not end
    as long as words can find a friend. (Report) Reply

  • Mohabeer Beeharry (8/21/2013 6:25:00 AM)

    I am still looking for that ideal friend.
    One I could trust.
    This I find only in God. I have done my time of trusting
    But this definitely a lovely poem.like it

    Mohabeer Beeharry

    Read my poems sometimes and comment. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/16/2013 2:33:00 PM)

    loosing a friend is like missing a core of value inside. Beautiful write..Loved reading each lines...Each lines describe the value of friendship...Yes, a true friendship is based on innocence....so well said..
    Beautiful poem..Inspiring one...

    Thank you for all the valuable and inspiring comments for my poems... Thanks a lot.... (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (7/28/2013 12:33:00 AM)

    Losing a friend
    Losing an element of light
    Losing a different sight
    Still can see with normal light
    But missing core of value inside (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (7/28/2013 12:32:00 AM)

    Dear, love of friend...
    like the blessing rain
    to fall on dry and hot desert
    then raise a nice feeling
    grow green, life in desert
    sweet, beautiful and blessed... (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (7/5/2013 7:13:00 PM)

    very swt.i liked it.
    Simply, deeply thanks to say
    You are my good friend ever
    Makes everyday is a beautiful day
    We stay in field of innocent forever (Report) Reply

  • Ambrosia A (6/18/2013 11:44:00 PM)

    What a poetic tribute to friendship. Loved reading it. Wish to be your friend forever. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (6/2/2013 9:56:00 AM)

    You believe in universal friendship, yes all human are like friends if only we'd understand it. (Report) Reply

  • Farah Ilyas (4/29/2013 2:05:00 PM)

    am i your friend?
    what a dedication to your beloved friends!
    memories of love ones friends always enlighten our heart....agree with you..
    lovely (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (2/15/2013 11:54:00 PM)

    A classic dedication to all in your friends in your inimitable style in this BOUQUET OF WORDS is matchless! ! (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (2/2/2013 9:19:00 AM)

    You are right Soul. I think only 3 things remain in our lives: work, sons and friendship. The rest passes and only leaves us memories sweet or bitter. If love exists, you must first succumb friendship.She is the foundation for the bad times and that makes us stay and not leave. A beautiful bouquet for you!
    Now i'll try more ten times to submit my comments. (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (12/27/2012 12:55:00 AM)

    You manage to write whatever is there in your mind... so well.... its like every thought is penned down.. no single thought is left.... nicee.... (Report) Reply

  • Tony Karas (12/11/2012 7:38:00 AM)

    Hate to hate
    Love to love
    Not love to hate
    Or hate to love

    Absolutely LOVE it! (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (11/17/2012 11:45:00 PM)

    A great friendship poem with bouquet of words.The fragrance from the flowers envelop me.As friendship is a universal feeling everybody can relate to it easily. Thanks and best wishes.
    Chandra Thiagarajan (Report) Reply

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