Friendship

Ankylosaurus
Covered in armor and spikes They cover me from head to toe However, if you can reach it There’s a soft spot below But good luck with that
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Villain
Always the villain Never the victim If it has happened to you I probably caused it Either through action or inaction
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
From Innocent Laughter to Aged Love
From innocent laughter, chasing butterflies' flight, We met, two souls bathed in golden sunlight. Building sandcastles, dreams whispered in the sand,
By Rajesh Kumar Giri2 years ago in Poets
From Playground Pals to Lifelong Lovers
From sandbox castles, crude and small, We built a world where dreams enthrall. Shared laughter rang, a joyous sound, Two tiny souls on hallowed ground.
By Rajesh Kumar Giri2 years ago in Poets
Childhood Sweethearts
Beneath a canopy of summer leaves we met, Childhood sweethearts, with dreams not yet set. Scraped knees and dandelion wishes we shared,
By Rajesh Kumar Giri2 years ago in Poets
modalities. Content Warning.
when having what you love means you don't get to feel it sacrificially disreciprocal, ultimately liminal to reconcile requires conflict as a current condition
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
The Saga of 0 and 1
What you read, as the text of letters. what you witness, as scenic images, what you enjoy, as glamorous clips.. what you enjoy on digital media,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
I Am A Child of the Wind, Part 5
Midwest summers under a hot sun, rolling in the grass, dandelions held under chins to see who liked butter (a reflection proved it).
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Island
I remember dead whale on the beach, enormous and small at the same time, Minke, not stinking like people said it would but not exactly emitting an aroma for sore noses either; we were told not to touch it so we compromised, one fingertip each.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Inked Whispers, Unheard Echoes
Faded ink bleeds upon the page, A love unspoken, trapped in a cage. Words penned with longing, a silent plea, Aching for a love that could never be.
By Rajesh Kumar Giri2 years ago in Poets
Thorns and Roses
They whisper behind cupped hands, a symphony of spite, A chorus of doubt, a relentless, gnawing blight. My haters, they call themselves, fueled by envy's fire,
By Rajesh Kumar Giri2 years ago in Poets
A reminder for the rest of the year
I hope you have experienced moments that bewildered the light in you, I hope in the moments of darkness, you have held onto the hand of sanguinity. In the moments where you wanted to cry, I hope you have sobbed your heart out over whatever makes you sad, in the atrocities of time and the beauty of life, I hope you had your moments of celebrating the beauty of you and the growth you have embraced. To have moments of doubt and regret for not being able to achieve what you desired to achieve, mourn over who you were, and embrace the joy of who you are and the light that you are about to step into.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets