Gratitude

August Light and Life
The Kornmod on the Night Sky Flickers and foretells. Now summer’s forces are waning, while the powers of darkness swing their knife against the radiant, paper-thin human optimism.
By Henrik Hageland5 months ago in Poets
Your Inner Voice
“Listen to your own voice, your own soul. Too many people listen to the noise of the world instead of themselves.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 months ago in Poets
The Quality
“Life and time are the best teachers. Life teaches us the use of time and time teaches us the value of life.” Every day of our lives,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 months ago in Poets
Just Stop!
“Sometimes you just need to disconnect and enjoy your own company.” Like we need to rest after a physically demanding day,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 months ago in Poets
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
The Vanishing Man and the Spiral Dispatch
The Moment of Knowing I spiraled through the dream, back and forth, feather to flame, scroll to mirror. I kept saying it,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
The camera never lies
The camera never lies The lens is cold and watching it does not bend or flatter it takes the face you carry and holds it without mercy
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Words that Changed Me To The Core
I'm okay The last two words I said before I found out There's a mass The three words that made my sister and I cry You need a Craniotomy
By Jessica Berkmen5 months ago in Poets
IT IS WRITTEN
“It’s written,” Whispered by heavens, Murmured by earth, By angels’ embrace And demons’ mirth, By clusters of stars
By Xubairistotle5 months ago in Poets
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady This isn’t just a day, it’s a sonic diary wrapped in pink sheets and browser haze. Welcome to the myth of the Pink Lady. This is partly truth and fiction in The Pink Series.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Resilience
Let me begin to re-jog my memory. I started from my apartment and was ready to run around New York City. I saw people I knew,
By Michael Owczarek5 months ago in Poets
Born from Love
Born from Love Baby meek, baby mild born from love, our beautiful child Eyes that glimmer, soft and true every day I am in awe of you
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets