Friendship

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Love is often described as one of the most beautiful experiences in life, yet it is also one of the most complicated. It can lift us to unimaginable heights of happiness and connection, only to sometimes leave us in a place of pain and self-reflection. The journey of love, whether it lasts a lifetime or a fleeting moment, teaches us more about ourselves than perhaps anything else.
By Ayesha Lashari2 days ago in Poets
Waiting for the Perfect Man
Waiting for the Perfect Man I sat down one day and forgot to stand again The bench grew used to me and I to it The sky changed colours a thousand times
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
Blue?
Why are you blue? The sun’s beams reflect off the water, blinding me Your smile is as bright as the blinding sun My sunglasses are sitting at home
By Andrea Corwin 2 days ago in Poets
Strike Talk Amongst The Miners
Strike Talk Amung The Miners A few of the coal miners miners out on strike, talkin’ about how this strike’s shit, the bosses don’t care, won’t shift one bit.
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
Spam Calls. Top Story - November 2025.
In the first year I picked up every spam call in hopes it might be you I'd say hello, and if there was any hesitation on the other line I would wait
By Mezmur2 days ago in Poets
When I Was Young
When I Was Young When I was young I laughed without checking the price I walked streets without counting the steps no one watched my hands
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
Betrayal
The towering arc of a tidal wave about to crash, its barrel curling in on itself. For a moment, in slow motion gravity pulling, tidal-force propelling
By Tim Boxer3 days ago in Poets
This Was How I Thought I Would Be, I Mean - I Guess, Like, I Guess, No Energy!
My birthday was last week, and like everybody else - I've literally been the only shadow in the house! My birthday was last week, and literally the house was empty, the "MOUSE", was in for some "good" surprise!
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
The Claddagh Ring
I saw Michael Portillo on a railway journey in Ireland, finding out about the Claddagh and getting involved in making a Claddagh ring. I have always loved the design of them, and it made me think of someone very close to me, and she and the ring have come together to inspire these words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Poets
Raindrops and tears
Raindrops and tears Raindrops slide down the glass, they blur what I see. Like my thoughts, that slip away, before I can hold them.
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
Don’t You Dare Call Me Strong
Don’t You Dare Call Me Strong Don’t you dare call me strong like it’s a medal like it’s a compliment like it didn’t come with blood on the tiles
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
The Elephant Never Forgets
The Elephant Never Forgets She stood alone beside the tree, the last of five who used to roam. She didn’t cry. She didn’t run.
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets