Friendship

The Eyes Look Sad, The Smile Is Cold
The Eyes Look Sad, The Smile Is Cold The eyes look sad, the smile is cold, Though few would ever know, The battles fought in silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Lady in Red. Top Story - June 2026.
Dear Reader: I commented on a piece; someone else got hurt. And I do not know where to go with this. I feel like we should all be able to say what we want here and that we should not flame anyone for words that we did not want to hear. But I accept responsibility for not seeing how deep this would reach and I offer this brief poem as an apology.
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Poets
The Smell of His Hands After Rain
It starts with the hands. Always the hands. Not the face—I tried to forget the face, and mostly succeeded. The eyes were the second thing to go, then the voice, then the particular way he laughed at his own jokes, waiting for you to join in. I let them dissolve in the ordinary way of things, the way sugar forgets it was once a cane, the way water forgets the cloud.
By Muhammad Sabeel4 months ago in Poets
This Birthday Gift Yourself A Pair Of Dazzling Ruby Earrings
Make the day special for yourself by choosing a pair of beautiful earrings embellished with precious ruby. It is likely that you may have not thought about buying something for the birthday. Perhaps it is not too late and it is still a good idea to step out to select a pair of stunning earrings which would also be a useful accessorizing jewel.
By Vishal Batwara4 months ago in Poets
Forever Promises
She sat alone, eyes low, staring at nothing really. Shoulders curved at the edges, rising and falling more pronounced with every breath. Life was about to win. She felt the crumble inside, the slow gradual slide into the small voice she had fought to hide. Her hands lay on either leg, palm barely open, facing upward, shrinking deeper in. I wanted to sit beside her, let my arms hold her in her retreat. Rebuild the broken parts. To say: It's okay—cry. Release the hurt in every drop falling away, just don't disappear with them. Be kind to yourself and hold up the why clearly. The why is important. Walking through this world will take on a shape you get to create. Without apologies stand Our world needs your unique voice. Today a stumble probably occurred— unexpected. Pause in the moment, just be. Like now, but don't sit with it too long. The sting will end with owning it. Your sisters are here. We see your best shining in the curve of your lips, the softness of your eyes. Find your joy and revisit her often. Skip, dance, fly. Grace lives in forgiving, so craft your mirror in letting go. My dear girl, Place yesterday in the past where it was designed to be. Let today live on with purpose, and tomorrow— always with hope. But— in this exact moment, when the small voice threatens to grow loud, Lean your head against mine. Let our shoulders sync in the rising and falling, and just be. I am here.
By Ms Jade 4 months ago in Poets
Ripples. Top Story - June 2026.
A drop in a bucket, or what yes, that makes ripples, but is that what I am talking about No, and without a doubt we ripple and ripple and ripple out!
By Denise E Lindquist4 months ago in Poets
A Better Life
“Becoming better starts with believing you deserve better.” We all have that deep seated desire to improve our lives We deserve a good life.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
The Eyes Look Sad, The Smile Is Cold
The Eyes Look Sad, The Smile Is Cold The eyes look sad, the smile is cold, Though few would ever know, The battles fought in silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Lunch Date with Poetry Buddies at Noon
We got together on the ninth of June. Just one day after our rhyming day and it wasn't too soon. It was great, first rate, and what a date. We talked, we wrote and we talked again. We wrote a bit about relationships, some good, some not so. I thought I might first share June 8th to begin.
By Denise E Lindquist4 months ago in Poets
The Heart That Stayed
In a small village surrounded by green fields and quiet rivers, there lived a boy named Ethan and a girl named Lily. They grew up together, studying in the same school and spending their afternoons beneath a large oak tree near the village square.
By Noor khan4 months ago in Poets
Happy Birthday, My Tom Jones
Happy Birthday, My Tom Jones Today I celebrate the love of my life, The man whose voice still stirs my soul, Whose smile can brighten even the darkest day,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Winds of Change
INTRODUCTION I wrote this poem after a long stretch of years that changed me in ways I never expected. COVID, kidney disease, surgery, almost dying, all of it reshaped my body, my voice, and the way I move through the world. I’m not the same woman I was before 2022, and I don’t pretend to be.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets