Friendship

Feria
Feria – in Latin, fēriae originally meant holidays or a religious festival but, in medieval times, the church started to use the term to describe individual days of the week: feria prima, feria secunda, feria tertia and so on. The meaning got twisted over time and now feria means a weekday on a church calendar on which no feast is observed. In more recent official liturgical texts in English, the term weekday is used.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
If It Were in My Power…
If It Were in My Power… If it were in my power, I’d build a city, a magical tower. Where the flutter of doves in their gentle flight Would turn life’s song into endless delight. Where jingling breaths, like anklets, sing, And senses soak in the hues of spring. Where the moon would never fade or wane, And moonlight’s fabric would gently sustain The barren souls of a thirsty earth, Clothing their hearts with endless worth.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
The Pen, the Idea, the Poet
The Pen, the Idea, the Poet The pen lies still, its soul asleep, A vessel of thoughts the mind must keep. An idea stirs, a spark, a flame,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Desolate Evening
The Desolate Evening A sorrowful evening, a grieving heart, and endless solitude, Everywhere stretches the boundless emptiness of loneliness.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
What Became Of You ?
What became of you, with your wisdom of life? Why are you silent now? Tell me, what became of you? You parted ways, chasing new destinations, I lost my path after losing you; what became of you?
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
A Song for Every Loving Heart
Every heart that dares to love, Will sing a song, the stars above. A melody pure, a tune so sweet, With every rhythm, dreams complete.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Poets
The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars
The Sun, The Moon, and The Stars The sun arises, in golden light, To kiss the skies, of deepest bright; With gentle rays, it paints the morn,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
dog food: a love poem
how many adult humans does it take to feed an 8-pound dog? three. one to baby-talk encouragement. one to convey food in single bites, with spoon or fingers, directly to his mouth.
By Wonder Tabout a year ago in Poets
The Dog Who Wanted To Be A Reindeer
The Dog Who Wanted to Be a Reindeer Beneath the frost of December’s glow, A little dog watched as the cold winds blow. His tail wagged fast, his eyes did gleam,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Wishes and Silence
My beloved, I was left without you, I wished to see you happy, That’s why I drifted away from you. I couldn’t speak my love aloud,
By Ignited Mindsabout a year ago in Poets
Create a portrait where I smile while I weep
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
You’ll never return, I had to say
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets