Friendship

What Is Love
Soft tender touch - of new baby's skin The smell of your mama - following where she's been Sound of laughter - the warmth of a grin
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I Love You
I Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love You
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The soldier will catch a snowflake in his palm...
The signs are forgotten, the weather is raging, Winter forgot to grab her outfit; And autumn has reigned for half a year now, The rains are tirelessly and long noisy.
By Arfiya khan about a year ago in Poets
I am sad - there is a reason
I am sad - there is a reason And it did not arise by itself: The black-eyed girl Forever drove me crazy. We did not walk on a dark night And did not warm ourselves by the fire, There were only lines in the letters About thoughts until the morning.
By Arfiya khan about a year ago in Poets
Love in 50 Words
Love starts from within. It can take you places you’ve never been. It can sweep you off your feet. Turn around and make you weak.
By Jasmine Turnerabout a year ago in Poets
Live, Laugh, Love
Think of famous romances, you think of tragedy. Romeo and Juliet, Jack and Rose, Noah and Allie. Think of famous friendships,
By Raine Nealabout a year ago in Poets
Creating Safety out of Nothing
I've never experienced the luxury Of safety being a place Of home being a home I get frustrated I feel sorrow because I don't know what the word means.
By Anna Sophiaabout a year ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 2
Rosy hexagons cascade into vanilla honeycombs above the golden circlets tracing their conical skirts. Coral-pink orbs and small, brassy spheres that would caress my cheek with every whirl of my head if I had the right ears for wearing them.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Why humanness in its virtue fails
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
After the Conflict
The dust settles, a shaky ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unspoken regrets, yesterday’s words like shrapnel
By souhilaabout a year ago in Poets
London, UK Travel & History Blog
Historical Highlights London's history spans over two millennia, offering numerous landmarks that narrate its storied past:
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
I wish I knew
Do you think of me as you live in my mind Do I haunt your dreams as you certainly do mine I can live without you but my heart doesn't want to
By Chris Santiagoabout a year ago in Poets