Friendship
The Art of Getting By
I pour 10 ounces of coffee into my mug with the hearts. As I do, I think about what my day will bring and what I am looking forward to. Not much, if I’m honest, besides getting off of work at the end of it. I catch myself in this thought, and I remember that sometimes You need to romanticize Your life in order to get by. Make it
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Poets
Where Is The Time Goes
I wish I had time to pause, to breathe, to truly live, not just exist. I wish I had time to tell the people I love how much they mean to me, before life pulls us in different directions. To sit with an old friend a little longer, to ask one more question, to laugh at one more joke, to hold on to moments that slip away too quickly.
By Astone Zulu2 years ago in Poets
The Watch of Time
The Watch of Time Upon my wrist, a silent guide, A ticking heart I cannot hide. Each second falls like drops of rain, A steady beat, a sweet refrain. The watch, a circle bound by fate, A quiet face that will not wait. Its hands move slow, yet never rest, A silent judge, a subtle test. Tick, tock — a whisper, soft and near, A voice that none but time can hear. It marks the dawn, the noon, the night, A constant pulse of dark and light. The golden hand, a fleeting spark, It sweeps the day from light to dark. The silver hand, a patient thread, Weaving dreams where fears have bled. It counts the moments lost and found, The silent minutes spinning round. The past, a shadow left behind, The future, hidden in the mind. A watch does not ask why or how, It only lives within the now. No pause, no break, no backward glance, A timeless waltz, a quiet dance. It watches lovers come and part, And carves a scar in every heart. It knows the joy of birth's embrace, And counts the tears on sorrow's face. For time, though small upon my skin, Holds every world, both out and in. The watch, a humble, ticking rhyme, Reminds me I am bound by time. So while its hands go round and round, I'll chase my dreams, unchain the sound. For though the watch may count each chime,
By Budhirai Tripura2 years ago in Poets
