Gratitude

The Camel, The Elephant, and The toothless Croc
The Camel with the Hump, The Elephant and The toothless Croc The camel had the hump today, And not the one that helps him sway,
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
How Will You Live Your Unrepeatable Life?
The only thing in the world that cannot be copied is time. The only thing that cannot be repeated is life. And the only thing that comes without effort is age.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
Cher Ami and GI Joe
With my heart worn on my sleeve. I didn’t know that days later I would be delivering something to you, like the pigeon with a hole in its chest. Feet clutching a message, one leg severed through its journey.
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Poets
Remembering the Fruit Trees
It was humble childhood, a rural India kid with limited privileges, but we had a big backyard an opulent orchard. Guava, mango, custard apple,
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
Will you be my baby
Will you be my baby Will you be my baby hold me close when nights get cold speak the words I need to hear let your arms be where I’m whole
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Beach Day
We live close to Pacific beaches, a conscious decision, to access the ocean often, and feel tiny, in front of its magnificence.
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
When the Lights Went Out
I was eight, maybe nine— home with my sister and brother when the power went out. No thunder, no storm. Just the soft gasp of everything stopping—
By Oula M.J. Michaels6 months ago in Poets
Halloween Decors will Soon Appear
Our neighbors celebrate many occasions, but I guess, the one with most fun, is none other than Halloween. They don’t wait until late October,
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
What Color Is Your Smile?. Top Story - August 2025.
Are there colors in someone’s smile? red (rouge) or pink (rose) green (vert) or Yellow (jaune) blue (bleu) and orange (orange)
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Poets
Was It All Just a Dream, My Former Self?
Last night, a flood of memories washed over me, and I found myself missing my old self profoundly. Looking back, I see the path I've walked, the hardships I've endured, the injustices I've suffered, and the tears I've shed. Unknowingly, I've carried so much grievance and unwillingness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved Sat in a tree like he owned it tail like a fan, feathers all flash singing like someone was listening
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets