Friendship
Foes in disguise (a poem about bullying and confidence)
Foes in Disguise by Silent Flames They lied, saying they were friends, But wore their masks till the bitter end. Foes in disguise, sharp with shame, Yet I stood by, still took the blame. I wrote their tests, I bore their sin, While they laughed loud, I held it in. They told me confidence wasn’t mine— “Not for girls,” they’d always whine. Yet their heads were high, their voices proud, While mine was lost beneath their cloud. They mocked my body, my silent face, Turned every kindness into disgrace. Still I stayed, still I gave, Hoping they'd change, trying to be brave. But now I see, and now I rise, No more truth wrapped up in lies. My worth was never theirs to steal, My scars are proof, but I will heal. But still, I walk with heavy feet, Confidence—I'm yet to meet. I wish to bloom, to stand up tall, To find the strength within it all. One day, I hope to face the sun, To love myself, not choose to run. So here's to me, the quiet flame— I’m not their shadow, not their shame. My voice is mine, my shape, my soul— A girl reborn, becoming whole. ---
By Silent flames about a year ago in Poets
The Final Stanza
Lila stood by the window, her fingers tracing the worn edges of the wooden desk where her father had written his poems. The room, which used to hum with the quiet rhythm of his typewriter, now stood still. The air was thick with nostalgia and the heavy weight of her father’s absence. He had passed away six months ago, and though Lila had returned to the house to settle his belongings, something always held her back from going through his final things.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Poets
The Girl By The River Bank And The Sailor.
She lived by the river, so gentle and wide, where birds sang sweet and the moon would hide. With feet in the water and dreams in her eyes, she watched the wind carry clouds through the skies. Her days were soft, her nights were still, with parents kind and hearts to fill. But then he came,a sailor bold, with tales of stars and oceans cold. His voice was deep, his laugh so free, like the sound of waves upon the sea. He held her hand beneath the moon, and promised he'd be coming soon. But tides must turn, and ships must go, he left her heart in the river's flow. She waits each dusk, where the wild reeds sway, hoping love will sail her way. Though far he roams on waters deep, her love is strong, her vow she keeps. The girl by the river still dreams of the sea.
By Chris Liberty about a year ago in Poets
