Friendship
The Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsI am tempted
Oh, just a sec, Looks bright out there: Money's back! The job went well! People are busy, Starting to shop; Loans are out,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsIn every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
Lungisani NgcoboPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsSight Unseen
Once in the little, quiet town of Willowbrook, settled between moving slopes and murmuring backwoods, she carried on with a young lady named Eliza. Eliza was known for her comforting grin and good nature; she was consistently prepared to help anybody out of luck. Despite her euphoria about helping other people, she conveyed calm trouble, a yearning for an affection she had never known yet frequently longed for.
Rony SutradarPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsThe Great Weight-Loss Fiasco
I started on Monday, and my mission was so clear. To shed all the pounds I'd gained through the year. With carrots and lettuce, I filled up my plate.
Hashan chamaraPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsI Think I Could
i think I could love you And the way you hold your hands when you kiss me How you smile when you catch me watching you I think I could
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsThose Eyes That Don't Smile
I see you Smiling away Trying to make everyone around the table happy Constantly cracking jokes Being sarcastic Trying very hard to be witty
Manisha DhalaniPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsMy Sweet, Don't Kick the bucket Some time recently Me
My Sweet, Don't Kick the bucket Some time recently Me My sweet, don't pass on some time recently me, For I cannot bear the thought,
Abdul QayyumPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsTwin Troughs Suez and Panama Canals
Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
Rony SutradarPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsDon't
Hey, darlin’ — times are good, I’m feelin’ tir’d, But that’s not new. Been tired since I lost you. I hope you’re waitin, waitin on me,
ThatOne_GirlPublished a day ago in PoetsHope is a Deadly Game
In shadows, danced fears, silent and stark, where courage met whispers of the dark. Within the storm, a silent battle waged
Denise LarkinPublished a day ago in Poets