Friendship

The Pain Of The Fall
It does not matter how high you rise... How great you become... How skilled you are... How far you've come... How phenomenal things have been...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)about a month ago in Poets
What Type Of Friend Would You Be?
What Kind of Friend Would You Be? By Riccardo Marini - 2024 If you were my dream friend What would I find at the end?
By Richardabout a month ago in Poets
Carpool Confession
Fourteen years is not fireworks every night. It’s learning the sound of each other’s breathing in the dark and knowing when not to speak.
By SUEDE the poetabout a month ago in Poets
Loyalty
“I choose to be happy! I will no longer allow the negative things in my life to spoil all the good things.” This is such a good way of looking at things.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
Evening Rain
Evening Rain The streets are wet with the evening rain, lamps casting halos on puddles below, I walk slowly, tracing the echoes of steps,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Crip Love
So much about having a physical disability can feel like a toxic relationship one has with their body. Asking your body for more than it can give you, and resenting it, sometimes hating it for not complying. And I realize that at times I am the abusive one. It must not be easy for my body to live with me. To cohabitate with this person who pressures you, who makes you feel small, puts you in danger.
By Allie Pauldabout a month ago in Poets
The Fading Fire
The Fading Fire The fire burns low in the hearth, its warmth fading into the quiet night, I sit with my hands close to the flames,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Letters and Dust
Letters and Dust I open the old chest in the corner, dust motes drifting like tiny specters, letters and photographs spill into my lap,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Called to Stage
I was happy to take my seat and watch the play. The actors would soon take their positions on stage. They were well practiced in their roles.
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Reflections in the River
Reflections in the River I stand at the river’s edge, its waters moving relentless and cold, each ripple a reflection of the past,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Why?
Why? Why does the world turn when I feel still, caught between questions I cannot answer, and why does the heart search for meaning,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Returning to the Self
Once there was a space to breathe and grow, A life rebuilt in a calmer flow. A place where thoughts could freely roam, Far from the weight of the first old home.
By Vabout a month ago in Poets