Friendship

The Innocence of a Child
The Innocence of a Child A giggle in the morning light A hand that reaches out so wide The world is fresh, the sky is new
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Why Did Our Parents Give Birth to Us?
Why Did Our Parents Give Birth to Us? Yesterday, I was watching a story in which a writer claimed that our parents did us no favor by raising us — it was simply their responsibility to do so.
By Atif jamal about a year ago in Poets
A Hypocrite Yells At Clouds
It is the most unabashedly selfish act to wait until judgement day In a vain attempt to shield the perceived unpleasantness of things you wish not say
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
A Letter To You
I am constantly reminded of the post cards that were never sent. And of all the words that make up a letter intended for you to find.
By B. M. Valdezabout a year ago in Poets
“I Saw Myself in Her Loneliness”
It started on a gray Thursday. The kind of day where the sky forgets to wake up, and everything feels like it’s been covered with a thin sheet of dust. I had signed up to volunteer at the local nursing home—a decision my therapist called “a step forward,” but one that felt more like jumping into water without checking the depth.
By iftikhar habibabout a year ago in Poets
Crimson Moon Over Solitude
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Setting Sun
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
King of the Dying Light
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
The Plight of the One-Eyed Duck
The Plight of the One-Eyed Duck He flaps like he’s drunk, wings all akimbo, circling a pond near the village of Limbo One eye shut tight, the other on guard
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Just a poem for a soulmate
Names seem insignificant when souls encounter I’m choosing to write this at 3 a.m. When the veil is at its thinnest And the thoughts come through unfiltered I need to send these words off and offer them a fighting chance In spite of the signs suggesting otherwise And reality slowly crippling back in at sunrise Divine guidance will show us the way — trust the process love I may have doubted you and I But I will never question destiny I have to go and let the road unfold Yet a part of my soul gets ripped off with every step I take We have been blessed with lives full of wonder Visions of the future and the past And I wouldn’t trade this for the world For if nothing else, we’ll always be storytellers Different essence, same mission and intertwined lives Our pact was to lead each other to the light when things got tough So I had to come get you — something to do with the remnants of a past life As I erase the lines that cut the deepest from my manuscript I’m once again grateful for inspiration Finding its way back to my life when I need it the most We already know all that we ought to And the rest is history Worry not, we’ll meet again
By khalidabout a year ago in Poets
strikethrough
i love you i never knew three words held such ambiguity until you jumped the fence into new territory i couldn't follow
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets