Friendship
A poem about Fate
In the big shadows cast by destiny's decree, Where all the paths get far away and futures intertwine, There lies the dance of fate's long line,
el hariti adilPublished 5 days ago in PoetsWe live everywhere
waking up in an empty space with empty stomachs Hunger presents a challenge. We can't recall the day we ate a proper meal
Gloria PenelopePublished 5 days ago in PoetsSight of lamp recalls me the Moon
Departed from the moon, knowing that I won't see it again, for sometime. One day so suddenly, a lamp came across, my sight.
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSubtext
Four seats at the table, one empty. Old friend across me, the other, new and exciting. “Did you smell the smoke
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Looking Glass
I see you through the Window pain, I feel your pane Of heartbroken glass I’ll do what I can Praying that I’m enough to
Colleen WaltersPublished 5 days ago in PoetsWhat if he's not serious?
us Just us. together Me and him. talking But I am not sure. Do I agree? He loves me. Yes, I understand. But I am not sure if I do.
Gloria PenelopePublished 5 days ago in PoetsLove has driven you insane
When love drives you mad,. You end up doing inexplicable things. You feel overwhelmed. You live in your own world. Thinking about your new partner.
Gloria PenelopePublished 5 days ago in PoetsI’m Not Giving Up On You
I’m not giving up on you. Though the tough times keep flowing I’ll be there to make sure you keep going. When you think no one will be there to lift you up I’ll be right there when you fall and I’ll pick you up.
Joe PattersonPublished 6 days ago in PoetsBack In Chicago
In the heart of the East, A city that stands tall. Back in Chicago, A few dreams can rise, a few can fall. . Skyscrapers touch the clouds,
Apurba DebPublished 6 days ago in PoetsProofs and Theories
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
Hridya SharmaPublished 6 days ago in PoetsThe Summit
So there’s A mountain Tall and lush With trees and flowers Blooming down below But at the top Just one tree Stands alone
Colleen WaltersPublished 6 days ago in Poets