Gratitude

Sea Shanty Sonnet
No mourning for a sad life left behind No looking back to view its frothing wake I catch the wind in optimistic sails and flee past traumas bubbling salted rage.
By Simon Aylward6 months ago in Poets
Bird Song
When last had I heard bird song? Has it really been here all along? When have flowers been so bright? Was something wrong with my sight?
By Chris Santiago6 months ago in Poets
Let The Wind Take Me
Butterflies flutter in the summer sun sipping nectar from blue flowers I am alone enjoying their play. . I miss hearing a voice
By Henrik Hageland6 months ago in Poets
Savior
You can say it isn’t love It’s an obsession with being saved But I wasn’t stuck in a burning building I was trapped, damned in Hades
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Poets
Is True Acceptance Found, or Forged?
Living in this world, the hardest thing is to satisfy everyone. No matter how good you are, some people will hate you. No matter how sincere you are, there will always be those who doubt you. Sometimes, it's not that you are flawed, but rather that you haven't met the right person. To those who dislike you, you might be the worst sight. Yet, in the hearts of those who appreciate you, you are the brightest star.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
In His mercy, I believe
When I'm hurt inside, I go to my Only friend Yes, despite a lot of friends, He's the only one who mends I remember my hands shaking and my soul dying He held me like no one, wiped my tears while crying
By Maryam Batool6 months ago in Poets
Beneath the Weight of Summer. AI-Generated.
Summer does not ask permission to linger or to leave. It comes like memory— warm, blinding, aching with things unsaid.
By Test6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
Gone Without a Trace
Gone Without a Trace She gave him shoes, worn at the heel from walking roads he never knew She carved his smile from old regrets
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Let’s Go Pinching Apples
Let’s Go Pinching Apples Let’s go pinching apples from the neighbours’ trees creep along the fence-line soft and on our knees
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Battle of Jungle Rock
The Battle of Jungle Rock They came at dusk, no warning cry just drums that thudded low and dry the trees grew still, the sky turned black
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Is This the Horizon of Our Love?
Maybe I've gotten used to not seeing you. In fact, if we can only stay in this stage of missing each other, I probably didn't love you very much. That's because love needs communication, words, understanding, support, and companionship to continue.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets