Friendship

I never stumble for long
I never stumble for long I learned a lesson not to trust today now I will plod on in my own way no hand to guide, no word to soothe
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
🎭 My Voice in a Two-Faced World 🎭
🎭 My Voice in a Two-Faced World 🎭 In halls of smiles and silent knives Where masks outnumber honest lives I walk — a whisper, clear and bold
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Those Words
What if I said that you were terrible, that your harsh words made me mad? Would that have broken our sacred bond, made our love unrepairable,
By Cathy holmes8 months ago in Poets
The Lonely King
The Lonely King They wanted what he carried, not the man beneath the crown. His name, his reach, the castle walls, the gold piled up, the power around.
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Summer Nights
It's the summer of '09 And we're feelin' fine Nothin' like hangin' In the middle of the night The fire's lit and the skies all right
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
When Rain Falls, My Memories Rise
When Rain Falls, My Memories Rise There is something sacred about the sound of rain. Not the kind that lashes the windows in fury, but the soft, persistent kind—the one that seeps into the soil and the soul. The kind that slows the world just enough to let the past catch up.
By Hamid8 months ago in Poets
How I Remember You.
Poet's note: The background to this poem is found in this story: I came back to a place I was born but didn’t belong to,
By Test8 months ago in Poets
Am I the only one of my kind?
When we used to walk in a row, perhaps there is no space for many I'm left behind. Do you even mind? Or am I a super man, invisible to you?
By Karun 8 months ago in Poets
S H A T T E R E D
S H A T T E R E D Inside my heart a shattered dream no silk escape no golden seam the mirror cracked the glass ran wild I stitched my silence like a child
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Threads Of The Self: A Biodigital Elegy
Summary: This poem explores the intersection of fashion, technology, and personal identity in a biodigital age. As garments become interfaces, and fabrics hold code, the poem reflects on how we construct and express our evolving selves through augmented clothing and digital skin. It contrasts organic memory with synthetic intelligence, questioning authenticity, transformation, and what it means to be “seen” in a hyperconnected world.
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
to knowing a problem. Content Warning.
to all the fried fish, and the fresh ones. to the ones who take the bait. to the hooks, lines, and sinkers taken to the pain.
By ⸘jason alan‽8 months ago in Poets
Morning Mourning
The sun is up A giant ball of gas lighting the world What is good? What is real? ➕ I don’t know where I need to be Today I feel buried - stuck
By Archery Owl8 months ago in Poets