Friendship
The Last Time I Held Her Hand
She always held my hand first. From the moment I was a small child, scared of thunder shaking the windows, to the days I was twenty-five, overwhelmed by the weight of the world, she reached for me before I could reach for her. Her hand was a silent promise—a shield against fear, a harbor in the storm.
By Muhammad Aqib7 months ago in Poets
When Life Blocks Your Words, Punch Back with Poetry
Have you ever felt like life just steals your creativity? That’s been me lately. Bills stacking up, endless work calls, family stuff, and somehow, my brain just… shuts down. The words I used to love pouring out now feel stuck, like they’re trapped behind an invisible wall.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Poets
Breaking the Strawberry Lens
Have you ever realized that you’ve been taught how to see the world—even before you knew what you were looking at? Most of us don’t notice it until much later. We're born into a world with invisible rules and beliefs, handed to us without our permission. It’s like someone put a pair of colored glasses over our eyes the moment we were born—strawberry-colored ones.
By ibrahim khan7 months ago in Poets
Girl in the Purple Window
Every evening at exactly 6:17 PM, she appeared. High above Main Street, in the third-floor window of the old Ashbury building, framed by purple curtains that glowed like twilight, the girl would sit quietly. Always in the same place. Always still.
By Movies Channel7 months ago in Poets
