To my childhood friends who were just lessons I learnt ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Karun a day ago in Poets
I felt lost.. so lost… I can not let it go.. its all my fault… Everything is my fault… I haven’t let it go. The grieve strikes me down everyday.
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 days ago in Poets
Jilted for My Sister He smiled at her, left me alone, I waited in shadow, chilled to the bone. Promises whispered, vanished in air,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
I said what I said - you are a dumb ....... s ........s !!! I did what I did, you ain't smarter than me !? Plus, we know all the things that's happening in the STREET !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
I found you not in the loud, unforgettable moments people write stories about— but in the quiet. The kind of quiet that settles gently between two souls,
By Zuhaib khan 2 days ago in Poets
Here are things that are confusing to ME !? I have NO children !? I won't have children !? I am not a mother, with children !? I am not pregnant, a mother - with children !? I am not the wife, of a pregnant mother - with children !? I am going to "SIT" and try to understand "WHO" is confused !?
I am going to share some things I learnt over the past YEAR !? People "thinks" I am important - not really, not interested !?
Where Have These Years Gone? I closed my eyes, and there you were again, small hands smudged with colour, laughter in the air,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
The street was cold, rain falling like silver needles, London was a gray dream. In the heart of the city, under a small stone arch,
By Hazrat Umer3 days ago in Poets
It’s been 10 years 10 years since Us Since our 2am text chats about our favorite characters in books About who we are excited to become
By Bria Lamonica3 days ago in Poets
We share a Seder plate in the backyard Under the shelter of cottonwoods I see the breeze pass over dressed in whimsical white puffs
By Laura Hanson Reber3 days ago in Poets
The Woman In The Web She did not see the threads at first take hold, They shimmered soft, almost too light to fear, A gentle pull, a story slowly told,
