Friendship

Tick here to accept me as I am 🔲
Hi! My name is _________ Today I feel ____________ I need: 🔲 time 🔲 space 🔲 patience . I'm just a Skin Canvas Working Shit Out
By Addison Alderabout a year ago in Poets
Living Death
They pump me full of meds My brain is dead But the thesis of theocracy says the fetus persists Now I am a Petri dish for this life to exist
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hello please read this 🙏
Please read this Follow the leader if you like, please don’t scroll past. Comment if you like. I am here like you, to let my poetry grow today.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Is the Internet the Devil?
Is the Internet the Devil? Is the internet a curse and us the devil’s minions Tell me please I want your opinions Is the world about to end
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Is the Internet a Blessing or Curse
Is the Internet a Blessing or Curse We smile through screens, not face to face. Each home aglow, a wired place A air-tight roof, the outside lost
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Golden lies
Untouched pages Unstepped land New morning Old nights Never stop rummaging my head Untouched pages Unstepped land New morning
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
The Language of Lightning
I. The Spark They said my veins held too much night— a cellar of shadows, a shuttered fright. But I learned to strike a match on my ribs,
By Ramjanul Haque Khandakarabout a year ago in Poets
My Veritas
Keep off my words my thoughts my desires For they belong to me Intrinsically * I will not lie nor be suppressed By the mind vultures
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Poets
The Alchemy of Scars. AI-Generated.
The Forge The blacksmith’s fire knows my name, its tongues of blue and gold proclaim a pact written in ash and flame. I press my palms to coals that sing—
By Ramjanul Haque Khandakarabout a year ago in Poets
When He Loves
''If a guy is truly into you,'' He will make an effort to say hi to you, that he'll call, and that he'll want to see you. No matter how busy he is, he will take out time to check in with you because when he thinks about the things he did, even when he is busy,
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
A New York City Mourning
The trains and buses are bleak New Yorkers jokingly complain of tourists in the way of a New York minute But I never thought the city would be this empty consistently
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
My flower dreams
My flower dreams Purple swirls bleed behind tall red flames, grassy leaves sway in a silent rhythm, I breathe in deep — the flowers call,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets