Friendship

Bright Enough
I used to dim myself automatically like a phone on low battery, saving power for people who never noticed the light in the first place.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Never Judge Before Know Them
Attention everyone! We have an announcement — This world has been so broken in years… It was toxic— It was chaotic— and it was cruel…
By Meghan LeVaughn about a month ago in Poets
Where Are You?
It wasn’t the garden lost that breaks my heart, or fig leaves stitched in fear once eyes were opened apart. It wasn’t exile, dust, or sorrow’s first breath—
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
Oil for Sheep
Oil was never decoration, never a ceremony for show. It was survival. It was mercy poured slow. Flies circled the lamb—
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
The New Measure
I used to measure my worth by who replied. By the little typing bubble, by the seen-check, by whether you showed up
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
The Fire That Lit Up My Heart
The Fire That Lit Up My Heart There was a moment I did not plan for, A quiet spark that learned my name. It moved through me without asking,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Rise on Your Own Terms
You don’t have to run where the crowd has gone, Or chase every dream that is loudly drawn. Walk your path, steady, honest, and true,
By Artical Mediaabout a month ago in Poets
A Rose By Any Name
Just for you, my sweet, A red rose to start your week, To show that I care. [Author's note: This rose bloomed overnight. It weas so perfect in form , I had to send it to someone to remind them I was thinking about them. Out of that came this vey impromptu Haiku.]
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Poets
Unsweet Sixteen
A disarray of giant white and pink balloons lined the old dance hall. Had the others asked for them? Or had they been like me—
By Love Odessa about a month ago in Poets
Drowning in Affection
Love bombing, whether romantic or platonic, is strategic manipulation. The intimacy of trust is an innocence unlike any other—
By Love Odessa about a month ago in Poets
Unclaimed Weather
I used to watch the sky for you. If your voice went tight, I’d start gathering blankets soft words, extra patience, a laugh to lighten the room
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
The Listening Room
I made a room inside my day where nobody gets to interrupt me. No phone buzzing like a bee, no “be positive,” No rushing to fix the feeling
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets