Friendship

A Friend
Sends a note to brighten someone's day; Interested in what others say, Lends help because they can, Encourages others, helps them accomplish their plan,
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
Obmutescence
Staring at my phone, regret seeps in I know I’ve messed up, my soul heavy with sin Let's talk this over, don’t let this be the end
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Are you Ok?
I know things are hard and you're in pain, you're with few words and don't want to talk, seeking solace in the dark corner of your mind, unwilling to let go because it feels peaceful, it's safe. Are you OK?
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
I Cannot
* Silence: yeah sure, that's exactly what they want I can imagine the power gained in shutting us up Long live the voices of the timid and weak
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Four
On this ordinary morning, there is one peculiarity. I swap my usual cup of espresso for a smoothie because I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I’m eager this’ll help. At the smoothie shack, a man just departing holds the door open for me. On his wrist, hangs a macrame bag full of various knickknacks.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Paws never abandon their post
Stoically panting, he watches the gate. Intensely staring, his heart starts to race. Lunging and barking, a frenzied state.
By Ruth Annabout a year ago in Poets
To Hear You Laughing
Introduction Today I met my Muse and she laughed at lots of things that we talked about, so I thought it deserved a poem. She makes me so happy when I know she is happy, and her laughter tells me she is.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
The ache of a wasted life is more than I can bear. Content Warning.
We met at the olive wood, you and I, when you were sick and I was lonely. We found company there, you and I-- but not in each other.
By Ruza Aldinabout a year ago in Poets