Friendship

Letter To The Sunset Watchers
People say they love watching sunsets. They gaze upon the burning sky for a few moments. They think, “Wow, that’s a pretty sunset” — maybe even verbalize it. They alert their friends at the spectacle, provoking an impromptu photo-op. With their backs facing the sunlight, they snap a couple pictures. Some dimple-revealing grins, some pursed-lipped glances, some dead-panned profile pics.
By DJ Nuclear Winter5 months ago in Poets
A Year of Loves Many Faces
I want that mistletoe love. That stand in the snow singing and not feel the cold type love. That can't fall asleep, waiting for morning to see you kinda love. That it's a lot of work but do it anyway, because of the joy it brings...I want that Christmas kinda love.
By Daisy Lashae5 months ago in Poets
Mum’s One Eyed Disaster
Mum’s One Eyed Disaster My mum’s in love with one eyed jack next door A dirty creep with a face flatter than a door He grins at her like he owns the street
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
My Horse And Me
My Horse And Me Jumping over hurdles my horse and me the field is wide the air is free each leap we take is trust and flight
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Jumping Over the Moon and Stars
Jumping Over the Moon and Stars Jumping over the moon and stars your loving me is all I need the night is soft the sky is wide
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Hold My Hand Dear Lord
Hold My Hand Dear Lord Hold my hand Lord I want to be your daughter a child you can trust when the storms roll near I do not ask for riches or crowns
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
I Know Your Dirty Little Secret
I Know Your Dirty Little Secret I know your dirty little secret Mr Jones you hide behind your clever tones you smile at faces play your part
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
He Hates Being My Muse
He hates when I write about him It infringes on his privacy But I can’t help it if he’s my muse Or if our conversation inspires me
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
Conversations with a Houseplant
TITLE: CONVERSATIONS WITH THE HOUSEPLANT WRITTEN BY: LEGANCY WORDS I brought you home from the grocery store, A bit of green for my kitchen floor. A splash of life,a quiet friend, On whom my silent thoughts depend.
By LegacyWords5 months ago in Poets
Our Water Is In Danger
Challenge: Write a poem that takes place mid-thought, mid-walk, or mid-sentence. Water ceremony on Sunday Why not on Monday
By Denise E Lindquist5 months ago in Poets
Where are the nice men ?
Where are the nice men ? Where did all the nice men go The ones who smiled without schemes Who listened and laughed with ease
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Rain Between Us
Rain Between Us Rain has a strange way of making hearts speak what words often cannot. It drizzles, it pours, and sometimes, it falls like fate—bringing people together in ways they never expected. For me, the rain came one evening like a messenger of memories, of longing, and of love I had never dared to confess.
By Ihtisham 5 months ago in Poets