Friendship
Ties That Bind
If God was the spool and we were the thread Life made us the fool and loves power is dead If people would do the things that they said Love could heal the wounds and would win in the end But what is and what is hoped for are not always the same Love is a list of unfortunate chores and a myriad of redundant games
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Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsLove You
I love you! Still do. Like the sky above us is blue; Your love creates warmth in my body like the flu.
Zakari RungePublished 7 days ago in PoetsFor The Love Of The Bearded Dragon
Mr. Bearded Dragon, How are you today, Will you please listen to me, and wash my blues away? I'm depressed and lonely,
Carol TownendPublished 7 days ago in PoetsPeers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 days ago in PoetsWhat are we?
What are we doing? What do you think of us? Let me know. I'm a confused man. a bewildered lover I am unsure where I stand in your life.
Gloria PenelopePublished 7 days ago in PoetsGlory days
~ Entertained by flashlight tag and neon roller skates, our curtain call was dusk when street lamps lit on Jordache jeans and jellies on our feet. The only
Heather HublerPublished 7 days ago in Poets3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 days ago in PoetsThe Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 days ago in PoetsMaking up Memory
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
Hridya SharmaPublished 8 days ago in PoetsEver want to...?
"Ever want to just forget it all and just stand and gaze...gaze in wonder at the unbridled majesty on display for all of us to see for free?" she punctured the steady and easy silence with a wistful quality to her question. "We share that same longing, you know. The longing to leave this city behind. For the city, in all its manufactured glory, achievement and advancement, does not offer the best location, the best setting to stare up into the great unknown and bask in the uncertainty and wild opportunity it offers. Neither is it the best place to experience the celestial dance of an eclipse. All that smoke and the heaven-piercing structures and environmental destruction cuts through the inspiration and overshadows the awe." I replied, reassuringly stroking her cheek and smiling warmly into her eyes.
Paul StewartPublished 8 days ago in PoetsA Single Wire and a Skittle Wrapper
Life is like a river You just have to go with it In my mind You are the closet thing there is to flawless No one affects me