Gratitude

Glaze Of Dawn
When the dawn glow streams, Cold cheeks,warm sun,glazed windows, Felt a glowing kiss.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a month ago in Poets
Success
“The strongest factor for success is self-esteem. Believing you can do it, believing you deserve it and believing you’ll get it.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
Feel Good
“Doing your best is more important than being the best.” Doing our best at anything in life is proof that we respect ourselves
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
One Small Kindness
“Sometimes miracles are just good people with kind hearts.” Kindness is often called a ’miracle’. When a complete stranger helps us,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
The Robins Know True Love
The Robins Know True Love They sit close on a winter branch at dawn, feathers pressed where the cold cannot divide, no vows spoken, no promise written down,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Lost in a Moment
i’m sure you felt me shudder and maybe the soft cry escape my lips i’m sure you felt my racing heart i imagined your mind
By Brenabout a month ago in Poets
The Numbers Came Up
The Numbers Came Up The ticket sat forgotten in my coat, creased from weeks of ordinary days. I checked the numbers without hope,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Perfect Sky
The Perfect Sky There is no such thing as a perfect man, No flawless woman carved from certainty, We carry cracks beneath our names and smiles,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Reverb
It’s been so long since hello . An old song pours from the radio in a flood across my unswept floor . who can breathe
By Seanabout a month ago in Poets
Ode To A Frosty Cold Winter
The winter frost lays a glistening shield. Cold ice reigns o'er valley, hill and field. What mysteries here lie just out of sight? What secrets in winter's grip so tight?
By Solomon Walkerabout a month ago in Poets
A Cold and Windy Night
On a bitterly cold and desolate night, when the wind mercilessly howls and the darkness envelops the world, nature itself seems to conspire to send a shiver down your spine. The trees, standing tall and solemn, whisper secrets that only the night can comprehend, their eerie voices adding an air of mystery to the already chilling atmosphere.
By Solomon Walkerabout a month ago in Poets
For The Lord of the Highway
I The Lord of the Highway died this week, poet, raconteur, honky-tonk hero, the first person I’d ever heard * to blend a West Texas twang
By David Muñozabout a month ago in Poets