Friendship

When the willow weeps
If the willow weeps beneath the silvery moon Its branches trailing in the midnight breeze If each leaf a tear sheds, each bough a secret keeps
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
Of Ghouls and Arrows!
Prologue Ghouls teach us about unity, and even they have bonds of friendship. For Mikeydred's Octoberon and Poppy's Prompt #10 (subbed the dart for an arrow).
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Illusions, At Face Value
It's hard not to judge a book by its cover, especially when that cover is so hard‐ One can only wonder, What color is the heart behind a face of stone?
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Lights In The Window
I stood in the distance from your home as twilight fell, Where shadows of us still softly dwell. The lights were on, as if you might be,
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Fifteen. First Place in Sensational II Challenge.
A finger scratches on a guitar string and abruptly I remember how the sunlight unzipped your peridot eyes under dappled summer leaves
By Ava Mackabout a year ago in Poets
My French Bulldog
With a snort and a wag, you’re always here, Full of love and always near. In your eyes, I see something true, A loyal friend, just me and you.
By Bardo Hernandezabout a year ago in Poets
On healing in gallant echoes
I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky, In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by. The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Evening With a Horse
A fuzzy nose emerges through the stall gate With a 'kuh-huh-huh' inquiring about treats I undo the cold latch, and scratchy lips greet me
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
For Your Sake
The way you used to look into my eyes, and sell me your lies‐ Of course, I bought them and believed your stories, everything spoken‐
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
my story. Content Warning.
this poem is about being your own worst enemy, about realizing it too late that you've pushed away the ones you love and were there for you at your worst, and yet they tried to love you through it. it's about the emptiness in longing for your soulmate, being so close but still unable to connect, and the shame and guilt in knowing that you can only blame yourself.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
If Ghosts Are Real. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
How easy it would be to grieve if part of you still existed with me, your essence making its presence the moments I needed most; feeling you near,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
My fair-weather lover.
Are you truly my supporter, steadfast and true? Will you stand by my side as you’ve sworn to do? Do you mean every word you’ve spoken in praise of my name,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets