Friendship

The Raven
The Raven It came to me when night grew old, When silence pressed against the floor, Its wings were shadows wrapped in thought,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Nightingale
Nightingale sing, Sing of your woes, Tell me the secrets, Of all of my foes Sing to me now, Sing of my heart, Sing now to me,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)11 months ago in Poets
She Said Goodbye, What If Tomorrow Never Comes?
She stood at the window, tracing the horizon where the plane had vanished into the pale blue. The city felt smaller now, like it had shrunk in the absence of her laughter.
By Melanie11 months ago in Poets
A Gathering of Friends. Top Story - November 2025.
I received this poem earlier last week by email from my friend, Hipólito Orlando Sánchez, who lives in Tivoli, New York. On his beautiful Hudson Valley property are Cafh Foundation Retreat Houses where gatherings of friends meet every year.
By PK Colleran11 months ago in Poets
Shadow Steps
Shadow Steps I walk through days, that lean toward darkness, pulling old fears, back into the light. Each hour stretches,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Can we… worship Him?
Can we be obsessed with You, not in the way they warn us about not in the thundering persona that seems too hard to reach,
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Embrace
“It’s never too late to start over. If you weren’t happy yesterday, try something different today. Don’t stay stuck, do better.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff11 months ago in Poets
Time And Support
“You are rich, when you are content and happy with what (and who) you have.” Happiness does not rely on material wealth.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff11 months ago in Poets
Self-Care
“Take time every day to do what makes your soul happy.” Doing something every day that ‘you’ want to do and that makes ‘you’ happy,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff11 months ago in Poets
Gravity in Your Fingertips
You carry constellations in the pockets of your hands. planets on your knuckles, tides that answer your commands. My doubts are tiny satellites that think they’re free to drift—
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The Lost and Found of Me
There’s a counter in my chest with bins and labels hand-made, neat, A lost and found of all my selves, where past and present meet.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The One Who Waited Through Fire
The One Who Waited Through Fire You stood with me Flames at our backs Your hand held mine Fear eased away Love stayed bright
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets