Friendship

Will you be my baby
Will you be my baby Will you be my baby hold me close when nights get cold speak the words I need to hear let your arms be where I’m whole
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Only Broke When It Seen Your Face
The Mirror Only Broke When It Seen Your Face It sat on the wall like it always had, plain silver frame, a little bit sad corner chipped from a fall last spring
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
All Together
I want to be Where there is kindness Where there love Where there is forgiveness I hope to find Where we are all friends
By Archery Owl6 months ago in Poets
TeamWater: A Tide of Transformation
TeamWater: A Tide of Transformation MrBeast’s Global Quest for Clean Water In a world where digital influence shapes movements and inspires action, Jimmy Donaldson, better known as MrBeast, has once again harnessed the power of his platform to ignite change. On August 31, 2025, TeamWater—a monumental campaign led by MrBeast and fellow YouTube visionary Mark Rober—concluded its ambitious journey to raise $40 million, bringing clean water to 2 million people across the globe. This isn’t just a fundraiser; it’s a symphony of hope, orchestrated by over 3,000 creators from 84 countries, united to address one of humanity’s most pressing needs: access to safe, clean water.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
Flicker of the First Snow
I remember the day when snow began softly not enough to settle, just enough to notice. It was as if the sky woke up with regret,
By Abdullah Khan6 months ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved Sat in a tree like he owned it tail like a fan, feathers all flash singing like someone was listening
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Viola's Purple Veil. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
This was created by Vicki, me. I am no longer producing a paranormal channel with my friend. It is all about Trusselli Art, music, art, film, and progressive politics. I like to create art reflecting truth, fantasy, metaphors, innuendos and manifestations of art and dreams. I bring my dreams to life through my art. I want to share, be cool, creative, paranormal, and be in a paint bucket of life.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Bird Song
When last had I heard bird song? Has it really been here all along? When have flowers been so bright? Was something wrong with my sight?
By Chris Santiago6 months ago in Poets
Let The Wind Take Me
Butterflies flutter in the summer sun sipping nectar from blue flowers I am alone enjoying their play. . I miss hearing a voice
By Henrik Hageland6 months ago in Poets
Friendship Pirate
Your greeting was warm— unconditional, kind— but behind your eyes, a blade awaited. We shared secrets as kin would do—
By Tennessee Garbage6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets