Friendship

How can I tell you of my pain?
How can I tell you of my pain? It’s not a story, not so plain. Not a word I can simply write, Not a tale to recite tonight.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
The Love
The Love One day, I met a lover on the roadside, And then a long conversation began, side by side. I asked him, "Why is your attire pale green? Why do your desolate eyes hold a watery sheen?"
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand.
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand. Turn water into glass for me, if you can, Or cleanse this mirror of its rust and sand.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
Pinocchio
As long as it’s not you, there’s nothing to lose. As long as your heart is not being toyed like Pinocchio, there’s nothing wrong.
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
You and Your Curls
we were eighteen, wild, stupid, and free strolling streets in simple glee boba tea and ice-creams … in our hands kit-kat shared, like secret bands
By Timeless Talesabout a year ago in Poets
The World Out Side
The World Out Side When the world outside you can’t abide Carry on, let your spirit be your guide. Never forget, as puddles kiss your feet,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
“Laughter is timeless, imagination has no age and dreams are forever".
winter flurries soon will make themselves known, their cold kisses adorning our hair and cheeks little faces upturned to nature's gathering of warmth exchanging it for cold embraces, pets romp as they leap with glee
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
The Duck Room
The ducks made us do it. We went into the room, not knowing what on earth to expect. They chanted and chanted. "Get in the tub! Get in the tub!"
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Kinmel Bay In Rhyl
Kinmel bay in Rhyl Where golden sands and skies unite, Kinmel Bay basks in soft sunlight, A coastal charm, both wild and free,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Tom Jones And Peter Kay
Tom Jones And Peter Kay My Dinner Dates In a cozy corner with a table spread wide, Marie 381 UK, filled with joy inside,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
It’s Been 2 Days and 5 Hours
Two days, five hours—feels like years, missing your laughter, drying my tears. Who’ll raid the fridge and sneak out late?
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Frost Translations. Runner-Up in Frosted Verse Challenge.
The blind glassblower taught me how frost works - her fingers reading dawn's temperature like braille, showing me how cold bends light
By Tiffany Harrisabout a year ago in Poets