Gratitude

he wanted me. Content Warning.
he wanted me to need him instead of being real and confident. he wanted me to question everything instead of be deliberate and make my dreams come true.
By ⸘jason alan‽21 minutes ago in Poets
Love Is Strength
Love is not the absence of pain, It is standing when storms arrive. It is choosing to stay soft inside In a world that teaches us to survive.
By Artical Mediaabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The Gift of a Garden
I go to the market for grocery shopping, food prices are high, quality is not guaranteed, but thinning wallet is.
By Seema Patelabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Aloka, the Peace Dog
If you live in the USA, chances are high, you know this dog Aloka. He one of the most-loved dogs, in the USA right now.
By Seema Patelabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Rise Within
You are not weak for feeling pain, Nor small for shedding tears. Every scar you carry inside Is proof you faced your fears.
By Artical Mediaabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The Star Man From A Realm
The Star Man From A Realm He did not arrive with noise or warning, He simply appeared where thoughts grow thin. As if the air had learned a new expression,
By Marie381Uk about 8 hours ago in Poets
Cherish Friends Who Make Time
Everyone leads a busy life; therefore, cherish the friends who are willing to make time for you. That friend who is always easy to reach isn't necessarily truly free; rather, they are willing to create time for you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 10 hours ago in Poets
A Guide Sent To Help A Poet Do Well
A Guide Sent To Help A Poet Do Well You were not sent fire, or thunder, or fear, only a steady face that does not flinch.
By Marie381Uk about 15 hours ago in Poets
All I Have Is Yours
Jesus, you are the Truth and you reign supreme in Heaven’s court. You lay down the law of lasting love. You said yourself that you’re “The Way, The Truth and The Life.”
By Rowan Finley about 16 hours ago in Poets
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 16 hours 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 18 hours 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 18 hours ago in Poets