Friendship

The Keeper Of Quiet Dreams
The Keeper Of Quiet Dreams I learned early how to hang hope carefully, not to trap the dark, only to slow it. Every thread was placed with intention,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Blue Velvet Candlelight Club
Written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli This story comes from my heart and soul. At of 28 I was majoring in Journalism and my at that time was to write human interests. I remember those times when I could feel at home in America. So, I wrote the Hollywood Nights in the 1970s. If you did not like the 70s so be it. Then it is my story from human experiences.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
Creation
Open your mind You will find A superpower Fueled by brainpower Using the magic of words It takes you to other worlds
By Mother Combsabout a month ago in Poets
Where The Heart Learns To Stay
Where The Heart Learns To Stay The heart did not settle because it was unafraid, it stayed because leaving no longer felt honest.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Poetry Is My No.1
Poetry Is My No.1 Poetry is the place I learned to breathe again, When silence pressed too closely on my chest. Words arrived before I knew I needed saving,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Love, in the Quiet Places. AI-Generated.
Love did not arrive loudly, it entered like a habit, slow, unnoticed, until your name lived between my breaths.
By shakir hamidabout a month ago in Poets
(sighs) I'm different - I am, are you??
He stared at me, I know he thought I said something - but.. I don't know, I need friends!? I don't know why it's difficult to explain - "NOT" being ATTRACTIVE!?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Carnations in the Snow
Gorgeous full blooms of multiple hues 💐 Arranged lovingly in a flower vase 💐 Decor set off by snow-encrusted windows
By Mother Combsabout a month ago in Poets
Putting Myself Back Together
Putting Myself Back Together I gather the pieces I once dropped in silence, in rooms where my name no longer sounded the same.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
What Do I Do When My Flame Dies
What Do I Do When My Flame Dies I sit with the quiet where the fire once lived, Hands still warm from a light that has gone.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Official Notice: Preservation of the Heart
Attention. This is an official notice to all residents of the inner landscape. Your heart requires daily inspection. Neglect may lead to quiet corrosion, unnoticed at first, creeping through thoughts like fog through a forest.
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Poets
When Night Turns to Day
When Night Turns to Day The night has held its quiet reign, Shadows whisper of loss and pain. Stars fade slowly, retreating light,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets