Friendship
The Sexy Tailor's Mess
In a bustling part of London, down a cobbled old lane, Lived Tess the tailor, with a quite curious fame. She stitched and she sewed, her skills were the best, But her love for the lads put her skills to the test.
Chuks Gad NwaigwePublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsWeightless
The gentle heart crushed, Disfigured from the world’s weight Is still beautiful
Colleen WaltersPublished about 17 hours ago in Poets5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
Atomic HistorianPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsNothing Is as Good as Friendship
The sudden opening of my eyes. Nearby a tiny child cries. "Mommy the T-rex it's alive!" He notices I've been revived. ''Oh, what a silly thing to say,
Jazmine AmbrosiaPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsI'll Always Be Here
This dream, it's for us. With God, we can carry on Smile! You're not alone!
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published about 22 hours ago in Poetslike a plant in my life
I want you to be here. you're like a plant in my life you arise from the dirt you shine as brightly as the sun. The rhythm of your heart keeps mine going,
Gloria PenelopePublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsTell me your thoughts
Let's play a game. Close your eyes, with positive thoughts about me, to you keep your eyes closed and use your brain,
Gloria PenelopePublished a day ago in PoetsLittle Heroes by the Lakeside
Under the gentle morning sun, young Mai gathered her closest friends by the edge of the serene lake near their small village. Carrying with them the paper boats Mai had crafted from sheets left behind by her mother, they set out for the waters. Upon the clear blue surface, their tiny vessels sparkled like beacons, shimmering under the radiant dawn.
Dishing Dino
“Salutations, Brontosaurus. It had to be you by the way those trees did fell.” “Good morning, Stegosaurus. Indeed! I trust your spines are keeping well?”
L.ClabroughPublished a day ago in PoetsIf I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
Hridya SharmaPublished a day ago in PoetsMy Bestie, Boo
he was my best friend he’d been with me for years at the head of my bed wiped away all my tears soft green scaly skin
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWhat Am I To Do?
I go back and forth in my mind Am I wasting my time? Do I actually mean anything to you? The way you look at me, confuses me
Mercedes ChavezPublished 2 days ago in Poets