Friendship
Time Bomb
You asked for my opinions Showed me that you care Treated this like something real I don’t remember falling at all Then you handed me a time bomb
Nick QueenPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsFor You
Hello You, Friend, Lover, Ex This one’s for You The silent reader Not a love note or romantic poem Just words to get off my chest
Nick QueenPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsFantastic Experience About Walking In The Bank oF River During Sunset
The riverside is transformed into a canvas with the most gorgeous brushstrokes of nature's colour pallet as the golden tones of the setting sun gradually flow over the still waters. Every step you take on the velvety earth seems to be a whispered promise of peace, luring you into a world where time stands still and cares vanish into the dusk.
Nahid SultanaPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsShe resists
A mom casts her goals into the ocean; we, the words sent bobbing in the direction of the sun, the eggs of stone,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsThe leathery lord
The leathery lord of the sun-scorched plains, With eyes that hold wisdom in desert rains. He treads on the sand, a silent machine,
mahmoud elsaadPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsThe Ship with a Hunch
The sands whisper tales of the Ship of the Desert, A beast with a hump, where the sun's fire is kept. He carries the nomad, a guide and a friend,
mahmoud elsaadPublished about 19 hours ago in Poets"Toy Dinosaur"
"Toy Dinosaur" By Bria Blauvelt Terrible lizard is what the ancients knew me as. Of course, the real me couldn’t make any friends.
Autumn RainPublished a day ago in PoetsWhat Makes a Mother?
Brown woman, white children Many will say that is not her cub, But a mother is more than biological birth; It is the nurturing nature of a Woman.
Sofia Loren PerezPublished a day ago in PoetsIn Fugacious Bliss
hold me captive, and Stop - i n h a l e the fresh May breeze in fugacious b l i s s * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: While trying to think of something for Mike's awesome challenge, I came up with this senryu...It's a bit cheerier and romantic, much like my recent poem, For Ruth. Enjoy!
Paul StewartPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Lull
She lays her head on her pillow and flips her hair up and over the back of it. She stares at the cornflower blue wall as if it will bring Him back , and as she drifts off to sleep, He comes.
Colleen WaltersPublished a day ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished a day ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in Poets