Friendship

The Quiet Spark
I wasn’t born in a moment of noise or drama. There was no thunderclap. No dramatic announcement of purpose. Just a small breath. A quiet recognition that I was—here.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Joy Unbound
just as the last blast of heat runs out of gas underneath my coated canvas sheet you give another hearty yank sending the flame shooting
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
APES
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By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
"First Day Wonders"
First day at School I wonder if my drawing will be as good as theirs. I wonder if they'll like me or just be full of stares. I wonder if my teacher will look like Mom or Gran. I wonder if my puppy will wonder where I am.
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Saidnamyzo
We look down on ye from the shoulders of gods For we have vanquished the usurpers that have kept mankind in chains for two thousand years
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Thirteen Ways to Miss Someone
By folding their name into every sentence you don't say aloud. By setting the table for one, but glancing at the empty chair anyway.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
What Time Taught Me
The world whispered in my ears the moment I opened my eyes: "Every smile you see hides a tale of sorrow—walk gently through life."
By Usamaabout a year ago in Poets
I feel Like Not One of Them
I feel Like Not One of Them They nodded past me in the room like I’d come late, or dressed too plain They spoke in codes and smiled in groups
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Parchment And The Quill
The Parchment and the Quill This is no sonnet, no rhyme stitched to impress just breath held in ink, scratched down without dress
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What Is Love?
What Is Love? It’s not just a feeling—it’s a lifelong echo of the soul. Love. A four-letter word that has inspired the greatest poems, the deepest heartbreaks, and the most unforgettable memories. Yet ask ten different people what love means, and you’ll hear ten entirely different answers. Some call it a spark. Others say it’s sacrifice. A few will point to a person. Some will speak with stars in their eyes, while others will talk with wounds in their voice.But beneath the definitions and the dictionary meanings lies something more profound: love is the quiet force that connects all living things. It's the soft thread that ties us to one another, not always loudly, but always meaningfully.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
The Dog Who Chose His Human
The Dog Who Chose His Human Love doesn't always start with words. Sometimes, it begins with a look — and never ends. It was a cold, grey morning when life quietly changed for a man who thought his days had already been written.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
The Unexpected Bride
The Unexpected Bride When grace met destiny, wealth followed love ln a forgotten corner of a quiet village, nestled between fields of wheat and hope, lived a poor father and his only daughter. Their home was small, worn by time, but their hearts were rich in love and patience. The father, though burdened by poverty, worked tirelessly in his field, his hands cracked by the sun, yet never once did he complain. His only sorrow was that he could not offer his beautiful daughter the life he believed she deserved.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets