I said what I said - you are a dumb ....... s ........s !!! I did what I did, you ain't smarter than me !? Plus, we know all the things that's happening in the STREET !?
By 365poetry33 minutes ago in Poets
I found you not in the loud, unforgettable moments people write stories about— but in the quiet. The kind of quiet that settles gently between two souls,
By Zuhaib khan about 5 hours ago in Poets
Here are things that are confusing to ME !? I have NO children !? I won't have children !? I am not a mother, with children !? I am not pregnant, a mother - with children !? I am not the wife, of a pregnant mother - with children !? I am going to "SIT" and try to understand "WHO" is confused !?
By 365poetryabout 8 hours ago in Poets
I am going to share some things I learnt over the past YEAR !? People "thinks" I am important - not really, not interested !?
By 365poetryabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Where Have These Years Gone? I closed my eyes, and there you were again, small hands smudged with colour, laughter in the air,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 15 hours ago in Poets
The street was cold, rain falling like silver needles, London was a gray dream. In the heart of the city, under a small stone arch,
By Hazrat Umerabout 16 hours ago in Poets
It’s been 10 years 10 years since Us Since our 2am text chats about our favorite characters in books About who we are excited to become
By Bria Lamonicaabout 20 hours ago in Poets
We share a Seder plate in the backyard Under the shelter of cottonwoods I see the breeze pass over dressed in whimsical white puffs
By Laura Hanson Rebera day ago in Poets
The Woman In The Web She did not see the threads at first take hold, They shimmered soft, almost too light to fear, A gentle pull, a story slowly told,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
My birthday Has become synonymous With loneliness When I have to order, Pay for, Cut my own cake Alone. When I have to shed tears
By Manisha Dhalania day ago in Poets
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am The road was empty, silent, frozen still, At 4am where breath turned into smoke, My hands were shaking on that broken wheel,
In the quiet of dawn, it began, A whisper of life, a gentle span. Soft as a breeze, tender and new, A rhythm of hope, pure and true.
By Zain writes2 days ago in Poets
