Friendship

The Traveller
Because the road is often rough And the rewards hard-won, The traveller grows weary By the setting of the sun. ^^^^^^
By Marie McGrath10 months ago in Poets
Eclipse
Eclipse… Have you ever walked in a dark room with eyes closed? You are directionless. Afraid of clashing into something
By Sparsh Pant10 months ago in Poets
Love Story' by Jessica Soffer
I’ll be the first to admit I’m a crier. But you've got to get me in the right moment. I get misty-eyed at a nostalgic song and as the credits roll on a beautifully shot movie. I cry when I'm happy as much, or perhaps more, as I do when I'm sad. The sentimental girls get it.
By Top Lover10 months ago in Poets
I feel so good today
I feel so good today I rise today with sunlight in my chest, Every beat, a promise, a hopeful quest. No shadows linger where my thoughts reside,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
My Aura Is So Bright and Cheerful
My Aura Is So Bright and Cheerful My aura is so bright and cheerful, Like sunshine after rain, It lifts the mood of those around,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
True Friends, Rare and Real
Having good friends is important... But keeping good friends is more important Friends are not measured by the length of time you have been together
By Test10 months ago in Poets
10 Ideas That Can Be Used Every Day
1. Take yourself to be with someone who makes you feel comfortable and sees your value Don't be with someone who makes you
By Test10 months ago in Poets
The Geometry of Us (Explained)
Introduction Love is rarely simple. It doesn’t always follow clear rules, predictable paths, or soft conclusions. Sometimes, love resembles a complex equation—beautiful but unsolvable, sharp-edged but divine. That is the heart of the poem “The Geometry of Us”—an exploration of love not as a fleeting emotion, but as a force of nature: mathematical, chaotic, healing, and destructive all at once.
By Muhammad Adil10 months ago in Poets
“Lessons in Her Silence”
**Lessons in Her Silence** *What a Mother Taught Without Words* She never raised her voice to teach, No thunder in her hands;
By Abid Khan10 months ago in Poets
The Web They Weave and Others Perceive
Rain pitter-patterns in the night watches of the twitching arms of time. Leftover sushi tastes as good as a sweet and salty rhyme.
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Poets
I Miss It
I Miss It. The space you create Replete with peace, your milieu Steadies the jarred pace of an endless mind. A casual calling to cease fire on self-destruction.
By AAshes10 months ago in Poets
Inelastic Collision
The Inexplicable connection of souls intertwined by Inelastic collision. The impact divagates paths, changes fate. Nescient of your fears, it always delivers
By AAshes10 months ago in Poets