Wow, I love this Pete. It reminds me of a piece I wrote recently about Dream lovers. dreams are so deep. Thank you for sharing.
Hugs 🤗
Jackie

We were the dream, and the dream was enough. Wow.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

thank you graciously beautiful Mary you inspired me to find out what my poems sounded like as songs with your song bourbon 💕

Musing can often bring out true feelings underneath. Whether real or made up, this dialog in rhyme takes the reader from beginning to end with a story many may share as their own. I’m sure the ladies on the site may find this relatable…and maybe a few men to.

Always an interesting write from you, Fia.

Your poems always brings some form of knowledge if one can really understand.

Oh….this piece is wonderful.

Being strong yet still soft enough to be loved is a tough gig.
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hello beautiful Fia I’ve known many powerful women in my life and sometimes they would confide in me and my instinct was to want to hug that person this woman I knew it took a long time before she let me hug her…I don’t think many people got her but I loved her…sometimes it wasn’t that she wasn’t seen but her ferocity was intimidating beautiful but frightening at times so much so I thought I might be consumed by her pain I hope you have someone you don’t always have to be the strong one with hugs… Brenda 💕

Powerfully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I always like your musings my friend, this one has layers. Sometimes even the strongest person, needs to be held and reassured. Amazing spill. Appreciate you.

Damian

Support Team!

Yes I get this.
Strong people get overloaded with other peoples weight at times. I think whether we are strong or weak we need each other. And some times it’s alright for strong people to tell the ones that rely on them to wind their neck in.

Regards James

You are so right, thank you ❤️

I hope I never have to rely on AI to write for me. Sometimes I’ll use a proofreader to correct spelling and punctuation but that’s it. The human element is what makes poetry real. The compassion, the anger, the love, the empathy, and even the laughter are all something that made men and women write poems in the first place.

The future is scary being we won’t know what’s real and what isn’t.