Friendship

If you don't like Lego, then we can't be friends
If you don’t like Lego, then we can’t be friends. Not during the week, or even weekends. What would we talk about? How the temperature’s chilled?
By D-Donohoe2 years ago in Poets
A Best Friend's Tali
A Best Friend’s Tail <><><><><><><><> In fields of green, we roam and play. Your joyful bark lights up the day. With fur so soft and eyes so bright,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Scars-3
I used to feel bad for what might happen to you Then you showed your true self And I realized who you really are You’re just another scar
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Remember. Content Warning.
“Remember the weeping tree?” “Oh, yes! We became best friends at that tree. Mother made me go outside to make friends. Shy, I still approached. Stick in hand, dragging as you made a path, I spoke and said hi”
By Dachelle Dachelle2 years ago in Poets
Tell me about that story you hate to hear
“I don’t think we should be friends.” “Why?” “You’re not good for me. The way you acted after, defending yourself, feels toxic.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
The heart of Arab Life
in lands where the desert meets the sea arab culture blooms and vibrant arab whispers tales of ancient lore of kind people, their hearts an open door
By Annalise Zera2 years ago in Poets
Illuminating Love
Love being in whatever form is recognized as one of the most amazing and even spiritual phenomena for people. It crosses over into our lives, and becomes as much a part of our existence as is breath itself. Love and its origin form the focal point of meaningful relationships a bright glow a beam radiating from the heart and connecting people in a myriad of bonds and feelings.
By Mohammad Usman2 years ago in Poets
Frenemies. Runner-up in Dialogue Poetry Challenge.
Boy: Not again. Please — I beg you! ————— Monster: What? ————— Boy: Take the night off. Find something else to do! —————
By Ryan Burkey2 years ago in Poets
A Poetic Meeting At The Cafe
We need a talk Let’s take a walk Where? Over there To the café joint? Yes, it’s a good place to discuss our flash point
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Poets
Matt Bliss. Content Warning.
i've been looking for Matt Bliss, inside my own head. nobody knows who he is or where to find him. i need to recover the confidence;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
She Lit My Fire With Her Spark
She lit my fire with her spark, a flame that danced and flickered in the depths of my soul. Her presence, like a gentle breeze, stirred the embers of my heart, awakening a passion that had long been dormant.
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Arrivals and Departures
We journey through the boundless expanse of life, Amidst the ceaseless march of time's eternal turbulence, Across our path, fleeting souls like stars ignite,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets