Friendship

Christmas Cheer
There once hung a tinsel so fine, On a star-topped tree, it did shine. With a shimmer and gleam, It made Christmas seem,
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
I Love You
I Love You I love you like the sun loves the morning, warming the world with its soft glow. I love you like the stars love the night,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My Christmas Gift This Year. Top Story - December 2024.
It is grey in grey now every day The night so bright my moon to sight December candles warm Outside quiet and no storm
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
Soul-catcher
When I engaged in conversation with him, there was an undeniable presence of magic. Right from the beginning, it felt as though I was conversing with a long-lost friend.
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
Card Games
It brings us closer together It makes us laugh and cry Our heart grow a little bit fonder And we cry out in joy We won we won we won
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
Love In Ink
The act of writing has always brought me solace. It's the way I've figured out how to deal with problems over which I have no control. I can make words work for me on paper when they fail me in real life. For my own benefit alone, I am capable of painting metaphors that reflect my emotions and distort reality into something more delicate and lovely.
By Rafia Siddiquiabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas Without You
Christmas without you, I wonder where you are now. Do you still hang the star we chose together, or does a stranger light your bough?
By Denise Larkinabout a year ago in Poets
Good Fortune Haiku
Good Fortune Haiku Where ever you go may fortune shine upon you let love be your guide 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
On The Wings Of Love
On The Wings Of Love Two hearts that beat as one, Underneath the shining sun. In each other’s wings, they find, A love that’s gentle, pure, and kind.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Christmas Night
A Christmas night Beneath the pink evening sky, A cottage glows as snow drifts by. Its chimney whispers smoky cheer, A beacon bright in the frosty air.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Is it love or habit? An unsuccessful love story left incomplete
Cruel one, she was in so much debt herself, She was lonely, so she made her own habit. Now she said, 'You were not love, you were just a habit,'
By Ignited Mindsabout a year ago in Poets
Misery Martyr . Top Story - December 2024.
Misery sure loves company but I will be declining the invitation. My joy is not something to be hijacked by envious folks reliant on intimidation.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Poets