It was my birthday. Sunlight spilled through the trees— touching my shoulders, my soul, capturing the essence of a perfect moment
By Annie Edwards 6 months ago in Poets
Part I: The Birth of Silence Silence is not the absence of sound, it is the hidden language of the soul. A language that cannot be heard with ears— only the heart can understand it.
By Janalam6 months ago in Poets
The Curse of the Sister She drags the silence like a chain each link forged from broken promises a quiet scream no one hears
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Why am I here? It’s simple enough to distill such thoughts into a Sartrian debate But presently I prefer
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Poets
“You’re busy doubting yourself others are intimidated by your full potential.” None of us know what we can really do.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff6 months ago in Poets
“How to be happy — decide, every morning, to be in a good mood.” Choosing to be happy will help our mental and physical health.
“Your life is in your hands. Stop waiting for further instructions.” Instead of waiting for someone else to ‘direct’ our lives,
The weight of unity bends under selfish hands, but never breaks. Moments spent with those we truly love will always outshine
By Marcus Hill6 months ago in Poets
In the pause, we remember all. ☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️ The waves Touch My toes As I tread Notebook In hand
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin6 months ago in Poets
Never Kid a Kidder You can smile and play your game you can talk like you know the score but I have walked that road before
The Cross The hill is quiet under a wide sky grass moving slow in the wind shadows stretching far and thin The wood stands worn and splintered
Mam Made Jam Butties Mam made jam butties for our pic nic we had no meat no cakes to share she wrapped them in paper soft and thin
