Friendship

Softly Whispering You Love Me
Softly Whispering You Love Me Softly whispering you love me, In the silence of the night, Your gentle words drift through my soul,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Silence Is A Language
I want to hear. But you hide— every silent answer speaking a language I don’t want to learn. It would have been better had the vague whispers stayed an absence of sound. It should not have been relayed in welcome, inviting an audience, existing for vanity. Had there been an exchange shared in transparency— with egos unattached— it would have survived to adulthood. Yet the playground bears witness to hide-and-seek, or the game of silence. The winner continues to be the only player having fun. There is a clear, incorruptible truth that lives: To be the bigger person, one must ignore the frivolous games. Respect.
By Ms Jade 4 months ago in Poets
double or nothing
sovereignty on the page syntax reclaimed and cluttered with details growth doesn't always come with age indeterminant, turbulent outcomes
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
SITTIN' IN MY BLUE ROOM . Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
SITTIN IN MY BLUE ROOM 1967 This is a 1967 poem from my archives. The world in the 60s was a different place. Girls were 2nd class citizens. Boys were perfect in every way. I am sharing these poems to focus on staying in 2026. I believe in equality for all. Let’s learn to love not to hate. Girls need college and careers not top to just rattle pots and pans.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Teach Me How to Become a Man
Teach Me How to Become a Man Teach me how to become a man, Not through anger, fists, or pride, Show me how to carry burdens,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Hungry Cat
On Monday I pack up my bag and haul my week from flag to flag. Two houses wait on either street, with different rules for tongue and feet.
By Patrick Gadoury4 months ago in Poets
strong enough. Top Story - June 2026.
a crucible of enlightenment in low places not all my friends stay i am living on the high road and my house stands on a pedestal
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
Fireworks Lit The Sky I Won A Million
Fireworks Lit The Sky I Won A Million Fireworks bursting high above the town, Red and silver raining softly down, People cheering loudly in the square,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Treasured Memories . Top Story - June 2026.
A whim, a whisper, intuition at play, The whoosh of tyres on life’s highway, A tune as old as a sophisticated adage, Another chapter, a licked finger, a turning of page.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 months ago in Poets
Black Velvet and Pointed Tips
I sit at the door, waiting to catch your flicker— fleeting moments, too much to hold. One moment, twinkling high; the next, hidden in the dark, peering out, folding in, quivering in realms unknown. Don't you dare fall. Hold to what you know is true, for the dark will assume more than its purpose— to be your canvas, your bed of rest, until you ignite anew. For in the quiet, in the weeping of the hour, I look up to find your sparkle, still blazing bright, gloriously treading soft across the black velvet, on pointed tips, dancing free— beauty still to behold.
By Ms Jade 4 months ago in Poets
Its Taking Time For Me To Forget You
Its Taking Time For Me To Forget You I still remember summer evenings, when we were children running free, laughing until the streetlights glowed,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Gie It Laldy
Introduction We were impressed with our first stay at The Ness Guest House, and this was another great stay, with trips out to Culloden and Nairn. Susan and Richard are wonderful hosts, and over another excellent breakfast, I saw these two dialect wall ornaments and thought:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets