Friendship

The View from the Clouds
The View from the Clouds to my mother, who is gone I floated above where the grasses lie soft and slow beneath the sky and I saw the stone that bears your name
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
For Phil, on our 35th Anniversary
Loves Still Ours For Phil, on our 35th Anniversary Thirty-five years, and here you are the man who knew my heart from start
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
He Taught Me How to Disappear Softly
He Taught Me How to Disappear Softly A Poetic Memoir It didn’t happen all at once. Disappearances rarely do. They begin with a silence that doesn’t quite fit the room,
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
You Leave Me Broken
You Leave Me Broken You leave me broken, not in halves but in thin slivers no one sees I smile through glass that cuts my mouth
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Forever Haunted.... Content Warning.
My intention came from compassion, love and care... Because you were struggling with age day after day. The light and joy that once filled you was now rare...
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Poets
Bringer Of Night
Introduction It is also my fifty-second piece inspired by Angie's work, and we are almost ready to release our co-created book.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Sestina for my friend
A widower knows another widower’s mind Because both men have lost Everything / matters and sometimes Nothing / can be done to
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Poets
If Silence Could Speak
If Silence Could Speak By [Huzaifa dzine] If Silence could speak, she would not raise her voice. She would slip into a room like dusk at the end of day—uninvited, inevitable. You wouldn’t notice her at first. You’d hear her in the pause after a slammed door, in the space between “I’m fine” and everything left unsaid. She would perch on your shoulder like a breath you forgot to take, waiting to be heard but never demanding.
By Huzaifa Dzineabout a year ago in Poets
Remembering Sycamore Gap
Introduction It is also my fifty-first piece inspired by Angie's work, and we are almost ready to release our co-created book.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Making Someone’s Day
When is the day? When is the day? The day when a mother or father celebrates! When is the day? When is the day? The day when the present rips open... ice cream and cake! When is the day? When is the day? The day when everyone chants "Hooray! Hooray!" When is the day? When is the day? When making someone's day! Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Old Winter Oak
Introduction It is also my fiftieth piece inspired by Angie's work, and we are almost ready to release our co-created book, although there will be a few more poems and pictures included.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
No Room at the Pictures
No Room at the Pictures No room at the pictures so we walked instead laughing at nothing hands warm, pockets deep The world didn’t mind
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets