Friendship

The Birds That Didn’t Want to Live in a Tree
The Birds That Didn’t Want to Live in a Tree They gathered once, at dawn’s soft call, A hundred wings, yet hearts so small.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Quiet Like Fire
Quiet Like Fire You thought that strength was thunder—fists, a storm against the door, A battle cry on every breath, a boot across the floor.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Suspicious Dog
Why are your eyes so wide, Staring at me from across the room? - Why does your head tilt to the side, When I take great strides toward you?
By B. M. Valdez3 months ago in Poets
Borrowed Spine
Borrowed Spine I wore my fear like a second skin, all wrinkle, no design, until the day I stood up straight on someone’s borrowed spine.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Anything But This
Anything But This I can take the storms, the thunder, I can take the heartbreak and the rain, Not this quiet that drowns in comfort,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
“Whispers Between the Lines”
The first time I truly noticed the silence, it was already speaking. It wasn’t loud or harsh — it was subtle, weaving itself between words left unsaid, lingering like a shadow that refuses to fade. I had always believed that conversations carried meaning, but sometimes the pauses carry even more. The moments when hearts speak in the quiet — when eyes meet and understanding flows without a single syllable uttered — those are the moments that define us.
By Shahab Khan3 months ago in Poets
My Brain
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Ate the Moonlight
The Man Who Ate the Moonlight They said he wandered through the fields, Collecting stars with jars of glass, He caught the moonlight in his palms,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
MIRROR PROJECTIONS
Mirror Projections Two people stand before mirrors. Side by side. One sees their reflection and asks: What shaped this face? What stories live in these eyes?
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Tomorrow Still Believes
Tomorrow Still Believes The night may come with heavy steps, It may forget the light it knew, The wind may turn its face away,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Man in the Frame
The Man in the Frame He sits in shadow and light, A soul caught between time and dream, The lines on his face tell stories,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Girl in the Photograph
The Girl in the Photograph She smiled behind the frozen glass, A perfect moment, sealed in frame, Her eyes still bright, her laughter caught,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets