Friendship

The Night I Fell for a Gypsy Boy
The Night I Fell for a Gypsy Boy It was firelight and fiddle, dust in the dark, boots on old gravel and a spark in my heart
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Tattooed Stranger at the Fairground
The Tattooed Stranger at the Fairground He stood by the ghost train, sleeves rolled high, ink curling up his arms like it wanted to speak
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Me & You Walking, Like Exorcism
When someone as ugly as you walks — besides me, something releases. The felts, the embedded policing from my past affects me no more. Not noticing, because of the long, long walk with you— so beautiful, your face... so magnificently spotted. Every spot from me into the wind, like exorcism. A freeing, walking together, me and you.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Things I Learned from Loving Someone Who Didn’t Choose Me
Things I Learned from Loving Someone Who Didn’t Choose Me Genre: Poetic Essay / Memoir / Romance Tone: Intimate, Fragmented, Healing
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Miss Reliable
I'm never the one being checked on, but yet I'm always the first to do the checking. These friends I have can be a mess, never noticing I'm also wrecking.
By ImperfectlyPerfectabout a year ago in Poets
In Another Life
In Another Life She pours his tea and watches steam rise like words she cannot say He laughs and nods but never sees the ache she hides each day
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Last Dance of the Butterfly
The Last Dance of the Butterfly She circled once above the weeds then settled near the garden wall a slip of light with paper wings
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Just. Content Warning.
I’m sick of people telling me to get over it. I’m sick of people putting a time limit on grief. Who gave you the right? Who says you get to tell me what my pain is worth and how long I get to feel it?
By Dylan-Quinn Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
The First Tango in London
The First Tango in London We entered on a dare signed our names with borrowed pens him in his best clothes, me in a dress too tight to breathe
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sea Wash Your Troubles Away
Sea Wash Your Troubles Away Salt on your lips and wind in your face the sea doesn’t care for your pride or your place no questions, no answers, no need to explain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Summits
How come you never let me in? Do you even know what was missing? Because I'd have loved to see the world through your eyes.
By Kali Mailhotabout a year ago in Poets
The Happy Clown
The Happy Clown He wakes before the big top hums, with baggy pants and polished thumbs a whistle bright between his teeth
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets