Friendship

What are you Thinking About?
“If you don’t leave your past in the past, it will destroy your future. Live for what today has to offer, not what yesterday has taken away”.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Old Friends - New Friends
Goodbye Old Friends, Dont Know what I Did, But musta been some crazy shit! Ya know perspective is a mf, Can be different from all angles,
By Ma’at CC 𓁧 2 years ago in Poets
"Celestial Odyssey"
Amidst the azure sky, a Butterfly flutters by, Casting dreams in bones, beneath the Celestial tie.
By Hendrik SancheZ2 years ago in Poets
Intimacy
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Enduring Power of Friendship
In the embroidered artwork of life, where shadows dance and light entwines, A power significant, a bond heavenly, the force of fellowship sparkles.
By Sathishkumar S2 years ago in Poets
Scent Of You
In the gentle breeze, a fragrant clue, The lingering essence, the scent of you. Notes of warmth, a delicate spell, In every breath, your presence dwells.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
Farewell Poem
She appeared in my life at just the right time. A ray of light. Fun in human form. We laughed till we cried, and talked till our voices ached.
By K.C Joy2 years ago in Poets
Unveiling the Tapestry of Mystery
In the core of Africa, where history and secret lace, an embroidery of miracles spreads out. An excursion through the profundities of the obscure, where the peculiar meets the enrapturing, and the unexplained hits the dance floor with the charming. Go along with me on this idyllic venture as we cross the baffling domains that challenge clarification, sprinkled with a hint of humor to ease up the shadows that wait.
By Michael Oregbuyide2 years ago in Poets
Tales by moonlight
Beneath the silver veil of night, When the moon ascends with soft delight, A symphony of stars, a cosmic harp, Whispers tales by moonlight, a celestial carp.
By Dim Esther2 years ago in Poets
A Louer
An empty room, strewn with boxes: some taped gaping shut, some cut back open like old wounds, doomed to never fully heal.
By J2 years ago in Poets
beg for it. Content Warning.
breathe in sharply shifting battle victor held to the light water pouts from holes beg for more time beg for what you love
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
If I Could, I’d Rewrite Your Stars
This kind of life is not what we signed up for, we both just wanted a normal family, traditional, and humble, nothing too crazy.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets