Friendship

Sunshine and Rainbows
Your colors unfurl A bridge to another world Thread between two hearts
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
The old wooden doll
In a dusty corner, the wooden doll lay, With a heart carved of dreams but no one to play. Her smile painted softly, yet lonely her song,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Bonfire Night
Under the night sky, by the bonfire's light, We gathered together, hearts warm and bright. The crackle and pop filled the air with delight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Fallen Feather
Lightning bolt, his scar The green flash across the sky The white owl sleeps in
By Emmanuelle Ecrit2 years ago in Poets
Sky
Serene clouds drifting Kid’s red kites fluttering and Yawing in the wind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing.
Excuse me, but where did you find these people? Where could they have possibly come from? Are you sure they’re good enough for you?
By Jasmine Harris2 years ago in Poets
I Lost my Childhood. Top Story - November 2024.
Did I lose my childhood the day I stopped wondering about the world? Did I lose my childhood the day I unabashedly gave up my hobbies and started fulfilling responsibilities without anyone's permission? Did I lose my childhood the day I started arguing with my grandmother's stories? Did I lose my childhood the day I started questioning the existence of God? Did I lose my childhood the day I felt lost, left behind in the world? Did I lose my childhood the day I started liking loneliness? No relationship was proving to be tempting to me. Did I lose my childhood the day I did not want to get a peaceful and comfortable sleep, even though I was completely exhausted? Did I lose my childhood the day I erased all the emotions from my heart and hid behind a thick sheet of pretense? Did I lose my childhood the day I started feeling lost? When I gave up the desire to eat from my mother's hands. As if the thread connecting my soul was broken. Did I lose my childhood that day? When even the memories of my first friend could not bring tears to my eyes. Did I lose my childhood that day? When I stopped insisting on anything in front of my father. Did I lose my childhood that day? When I started measuring my happiness and sadness by the words of people. Did I lose my childhood that day? When I was taught the difference between my own and those who are not. And I started looking at everyone with suspicion. Did I lose my childhood that day? When I realized this, I wanted my lost childhood again. I deceived myself in a very charming way when I gradually gave up everything that I was entitled to. And that day I lost my childhood.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Poets
Love was wherever we were
we made rooftops and picnic tables feel like a planetarium
By D2 years ago in Poets
Read when you're hungry
Take a break, You should really eat. I've got a couple of Japanese yams we can cook together in my yellow oven. A bit of agave nectar, butter, and brown sugar before we bake them will do the trick. I never asked you: Do you like pork chops? I'd like to eat pork chops with you. And creamed corn. I can tell that you're hungry. The next time we hang out let me take you out for dinner. I've got a great restaurant in mind, or you can let me know what you're feeling. Maybe ramen?
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets
Kodak Film and Saveloys
Those who didn’t grow up in Australia during the 70s and 80s may not be familiar with the words: ‘Winfield’ (a brand of cigarettes) ‘dingo’ (a type of wild dog) ‘fag’ (cigarette) ‘saveloy’ (a deep-fried battered sausage, also known as a ‘battered sav’).
By Kimberley Silverthorne2 years ago in Poets
Sky's Last Veil
Broke through sky’s last veil No oxygen, I stiffen Died for their high hopes Author's Notes This was written for Vocal's Sky-ku Challenge . Sometimes, we tend to lose ourselves trying to fulfil people's sky-high expectations of us. Even if we exit the atmosphere, it still wouldn't be enough for them.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
A Halloween Mystery
Three little witches huddled around the cauldron. One hit, her foot. the other stumbled over in sympatric plan. The third giggled while hiccupping from the shire air around her.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets