Friendship

Why Do Wicked Men Want War
Why Do Wicked Men Want War Why do some people want a war? To kill, to rule, to maim. Its monster brain men, Drunk on control, sharpening power into weapons,
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets
When Cancer Takes
When Cancer Takes Cancer took my dad and left a family broken, Hearts split open, tears we drown in, Tears fall so frequently we cannot count them,
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets
FALLING INTO FIRE
A glance, a nuance, a first conversation, a spark, a flicker; How do most of these interactions begin? But now, dear love-friend, here comes the kicker;
By Kent Brindley29 days ago in Poets
Burnt Out
She saw the candle start flickering Spluttering and spitting a little Bright orange wick-end Sending spirally tendrils of dark smoke to signal
By Lynne Goodwin29 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Sister
The Locksmith’s Sister The bitch was never good enough for my brother, she walked through doors she did not own, her hands always reaching for locks
By Marie381Uk 29 days ago in Poets
Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By C.M.29 days ago in Poets
And there was Light!
And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
By C.M.29 days ago in Poets
Time Moves
I Know the World Doesn’t Wait it just keeps sliding forward, steady as a clock that refuses to acknowledge anyone’s heartbreak. And honestly, there were days I felt offended by that, as if everything outside was supposed to pause until I could stand up straight again.
By Printique Studios29 days ago in Poets
Extinguished
each year they nest behind the wall, demands of their children echo from the brick amphitheater. robins - we know - we once found one
By Martina Franklin Poole 30 days ago in Poets
When Trying Isn’t Enough
When Trying Isn’t Enough What do I do when my best is not enough, When every effort lands short of the mark. I stand there holding what is left of hope,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
When Winter Looked Back. AI-Generated.
The cold arrived quietly, not with snow, but with the way sound stopped traveling. Footsteps vanished before they reached the road.
By shakir hamidabout a month ago in Poets
Mom Who Refused the Untruth
Mother Who Refused the Untruth Celtic Cross and Roses Suite Copilot & Firefly The Tear That Texted the Truth One drop carried release into words,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets