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Is the Past a Barrier to Your Future?
Even now, you still think of him, knowing that this is your barrier. Everyone has their own. You're no longer impatient. Walk the path you should with all your heart and repay the tears you've shed. You're no longer anxious. The deeper the feelings, the more you have to retreat step by step. The more difficult the barrier, the more patience you need to understand it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Continuing On
Are you being overly sensitive to impatient tones? Probably. Silence might follow and stop the conversation with a friend and avoid feeling the intense anger a partner can cause. That connection with a partner seems harder to break, but a friendship could fall apart – you know those tender, hurt feelings! So, you don’t lay fury on friends.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
The Window I Never Opened
There was a window in my childhood home that I never opened. It was in the corner of my bedroom, overlooking the narrow street where bicycles rattled and children shouted until the sun dipped below the roofs. The glass was always a little foggy, the frame painted thick with layers of white over the years. My mother used to say the window was stubborn, that it had been painted shut long before we moved in.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
Between the Lines of Rain —
Rain has always carried a language of its own. For some, it is music, a lullaby for weary souls. For others, it is grief, the sky weeping when words are too heavy to speak. For me, rain has always been a mirror—reflecting not only the world outside but also the storms within.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
Introduction: When the Trees Begin to Speak Every autumn, when the air turns crisp and the trees begin to shed their leaves, the world transforms into a living poem. Golden, crimson, and amber leaves dance through the air before resting gently on the ground. To many, it’s just a seasonal shift. But if you listen closely, you’ll hear something deeper — the language of falling leaves.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
