Friendship

Psychic is My Voice
Psychic is My Voice There are currents running through my mind, Not mine alone, yet I carry them, Signals that arrive without warning,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Mystically
Mystically There is a veil that trembles before sight, A thin place where the unseen leans close, It breathes through symbols and quiet knowing,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
🔥The Alchemy of Loving Life🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
The warmth of your love like the summer sun
The warmth of your love like the summer sun The warmth of your love like the summer sun, It reaches far beyond the skin, A quiet change that has begun,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Gentle Grit
I took her hand and led her to the sea, There we stood and looked to the horizon It was then that she spoke..no. whispered
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
What the Leaves Kept Quiet
What the Leaves Kept Quiet Under a softened sky, they rest without complaint, no rush left in them, no need to cling to branch or height,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
I Did it Wow
I Did it Wow Thankyou to everyone who got me here. Wow 20,0004 reads this is really wonderful. With out my dedicated followers I could not have done this. It means so much to me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
An Inspiring Thought
“Do you want to be happy? Let go of what’s gone, be grateful for what remains and look forward to what is coming.” Our lives are in our own hands.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff6 months ago in Poets
Forget Me Not on Her Grave
Forget Me Not on Her Grave A scatter of blue on the quiet stone, Where her name is carved in gentle grace, Each letter holds a trembling ache,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Where The Small Bird Waited
Where The Small Bird Waited It sat among the branches, where the berries softly grew, A flicker made of warmth and flame, against a softened view,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
How Could They All Be Gone?
After It's Gone Challenge: Write an elegy poem that mourns a person, place, time, or idea that has been lost.Okay, the photo above is a class in 1936. My class would have been in the 60s at that age. I do have a couple friends that are in there 90s now, that were alive in the 30s.
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Poets
Petals That Remember
Petals That Remember Soft sits the morning on a quiet breath, A small bright heart upon a slender limb, Feathers warmed in blush and tender depth,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets