Friendship

The Old Music Box
The Old Music Box It played a tune so soft, so low, It seemed to breathe, to hum, to cry, The lid was cracked, the paint was worn,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Day Your Eyes Forgot My Name
**The Day Your Eyes Forgot My Name** *The moment love turned into memory, and I learned that even the brightest eyes can forget what once felt like home.*
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
Love Me Softly, Then Tear Me Apart
Love me softly, like the whisper of dawn, when the world still sleeps and the sun has not yet learned to burn. Touch me gently,
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
The Last Goodbye Still Echoes in My Bones
The night you left, the air forgot how to breathe. The world felt smaller, as if the stars themselves bowed their heads.
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
lune,. Top Story - November 2025.
do you remember when i gifted a piece of you to my first love? a small plot by mare serenitatis (i wonder how many might own parts of you now?). the length of that relationship did not measure anywhere near the distance of our love, so we suffered greatly; burning bright, but oh so very brief. we'd look up, knowing wherever we were we looked upon you together, and we could feel each other.
By kp3 months ago in Poets
The Happiness Hunt
Introduction I think some of the things that we are always on the hunt for are happiness and joy, and if we are lucky, love.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Process of Loss
I’m already sleeping better than I was and I don’t wish the world to burn I don’t wish burning upon anything even if it’s been dry
By Olivia Dodge3 months ago in Poets
‘did you think it was about you again?’
—- ten dozen tired eyes at dusk, 5743, and a story that won’t begin. a draping under the curtained monotony, just another mind melding matrimony. a happy birthday lingering in late June’s grave. I’m fine, I’m vomiting. a vertical one hundred and eighty degrees. north no matter your venom. I’m trying, I’m adapting. just up and down and outwards of this skin. and the tropics are so frigid from out here’s perspective. this dense atmospheric fog lingering in the lungs. a steady choking, like we pay for it every time we breathe. like this dagger that stopped the bleeding in my neck. finally. the truth can come out of its ingrown spot. this same realization that ‘father’ is just another word wasted on you in the dictionary.
By h.a.laine3 months ago in Poets
The Black Cat Who Walked Through Shadows
The Black Cat Who Walked Through Shadows He came one night without a sound, his eyes two golden lanterns, burning against the hush of dark,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Love That Stayed Silent
There was a love between us, that never asked for words. It lived softly in glances, in smiles that said everything. It was quiet,
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
Your Love Is My Home
Your love is more than just a feeling; it is the shelter where my soul finds rest. When the world grows loud and the days feel heavy, I think of you, and suddenly everything feels lighter. There is a quiet magic in knowing that someone’s heart is a safe place, a sanctuary where I can be my true self without masks or pretenses. In your presence, I find peace. In your laughter, I find joy. In your embrace, I find the home I never knew I was searching for.
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
How Should I Know
How should I know Without assuming How should I know the words you don’t say Should I stay or should I go How could you hold on to every bad thing I said in the past
By L.I.E3 months ago in Poets