Friendship

I Like Street Dogs
I like street dogs But more than you I look at them They look at me Why are they barking at me? Does they need my pets help Who never step out in daylight They like night club lights I can’t punish them I don’t have rights I can’t even fight I am helpless right Why are they barking at me? Does they need my pets help Who never step out in daylight They like night club lights
By Rahul Roaring RCabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
return to sender
Come to me, my darling, Come to me in your lack. Come to me, my sweetheart, It’s time to come right back. 🖱️ Come to me with your questions,
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨about a year ago in Poets
The Kids are Alright .
we’ve cried writhed seethed and tried to hide behind masks and blankets alike from the new demons that leer meticulously deconstructing our spirit through jeer
By purging purgatoryabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t Say You Love Me
I Thought, I Found A Special Place Where I Could Rest Inside Your Heart, I Thought That This Time, My Love Would Fly Higher Than The Stars…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a year ago in Poets
Arif and Farzana love story
Arif and Farzana met on a fresh harvest time evening in a clamoring commercial center in Lahore. The city, with its lively tones and chaos of sounds, felt like a material of life. Arif, a youthful craftsman with an unkempt facial hair growth and an energy for painting, was meandering through the slows down looking for motivation. Farzana, a writer with a peaceful presence and an affection for books, was there to track down old compositions and uncommon volumes for her assortment.
By Arif zamanabout a year ago in Poets
Enough
What drives us to seek validation from others? The Shadow of Doubt. --- It whispers untruths, erodes our self-confidence—
By Ravi Dabout a year ago in Poets
Resilience in Silence
In the quiet of my room, my phone lies still, A silent sentinel, keeper of unspoken words. I reach for it, hope flickering like a candle,
By Winryabout a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Notes Of Cheer
Like prints of birds upon the snow Mark the ground like paper kisses Love that promises to grow Telling of hugs and tender wishes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Why Do You Keep Walking Away?
You pretend that you don't know me, After all these years that have gone by, You won't even say your name, Even though you still talk to me like you
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
From Solitude to Community: My Journey on Foot
"I started walking alone toward my destination, but along the way, people began connecting with me, and it became a community"
By Mohammad Usmanabout a year ago in Poets