Friendship
Behind the Storm
In the world’s glare, you wear a storm, A tempest in flesh, a soul yet untorn. To them, your words cut sharp like stone, A fortress of fire, fierce and alone. But here with me, your tempest subsides, A softer tide beneath rough tides. Your voice, once thunder, now whispers low, A warmth you allow where few may go. Why, I wonder, this dance of disguise? This mask of steel, this shield in your eyes? To others, you’re strict, a figure of fear, Yet with me, you’re tender, your heart laid clear. Do they not see, or do you not show, The rivers of kindness that secretly flow? Perhaps it’s my gaze, undeterred, unshaken, That sees the truth where others are forsaken. A paradox lives where your shadow walks, A symphony clashing in silent talks. Rude to the world, yet calm in my light, A battle within, neither wrong nor right. What pain do you carry, what wars have you fought, To build such walls, with such care wrought? Yet here in my presence, the armor cracks, And I see the boy behind the acts. Oh, if the world could glimpse your soul, The fragile threads that make you whole, They’d see the beauty in your fight, The quiet love you gift in my sight. So let them judge, let them misconstrue, For I know the heart that beats in you. To me, you're a secret, a mystery profound, A tempest stilled when I’m around.
By Witness Love2 years ago in Poets
The Dogs
Tries to search me When I am not around, Finds me all the way And barks in a loud sound I'm Too afraid of dogs But he is different from all, Saw him in a shop Closed in a cage and seeing the walls A dark truth about people A deep story seen in his eyes, Reminding him about his family And their goodbyes Started with enemies But with passing time Became the best friends And he became mine
By Sejal Jain2 years ago in Poets
The Echo of Words
In the silence of the night, where the whispers of the world fade into the stillness, there exists a voice—a voice that resonates far beyond its physical form. It is not the loudest voice, nor the most commanding, but it is the one that lingers, the one that calls out to the very core of one's soul. This is the story of that voice, the one that found its purpose in the world of echoes.
By Millicent Chisom2 years ago in Poets
