Friendship

Till Death Love Won’t Part
Till Death Love Won’t Part They met when life was still unfolding, Before the worries had begun. Two hopeful hearts standing together,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Lovers Who Need More
Lovers Who Need More They shared a home and shared a life, Yet something felt incomplete. Not because affection vanished,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Pelicans of the Bay
These photos were taken on the Gulf in South Texas back in 2014, when I lived there and walked the bay every day. The pelicans were my buddies, at least that’s how it felt. They let me get closer, closer than most people ever do, and they always seemed to be posing, guiding, or quietly talking in their own salty air language.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Life’s a Bitch Then You Die
Life’s a Bitch Then You Die Life’s a bitch then you die, That’s what many people say, Watching dreams slip through their fingers,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Middle-Age Loneliness
Middle-Age Loneliness The house stands quiet after dark, The television softly glows. A silence settles in the rooms, A silence only loneliness knows.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Goodnight, Sweetheart
Goodnight, Sweetheart The stars have gathered quietly above, Scattered like silver whispers across the sky, And as the world settles into its evening hush,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The River of Forgotten Dreams
Beyond the hills of silver mist and beyond the valleys where wildflowers danced with the wind, there flowed a mysterious river.
By Kamal ali4 months ago in Poets
Gifts
Did you use your gifts today? * Did you find a way to take what you’ve been given and make the world a little better? *
By David Muñoz4 months ago in Poets
Look On The Bright Side
“No one ever injured their eyesight by looking on the bright side.” This quote epitomizes the power of positivity and resilience in humans.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Poetry
Once a year in February, my group writes poetry every day. It is a shorter month and every month we rhyme on the eighth and so we are busy rhyming today. It will be so much fun getting together to eat, visit and to rhyme. We don't often get together to spend this kind of time.
By Denise E Lindquist4 months ago in Poets
The Seven-Year Itch
The Seven-Year Itch Seven years beneath one roof, Sharing duties every day. The passion that once burned so bright, Seemed to slowly drift away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Teenage Love
Teenage Love The first time that I noticed you, The world around me seemed to slow. A simple smile upon your face, Created feelings I didn’t know.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets