Gratitude

The Traveller
Because the road is often rough And the rewards hard-won, The traveller grows weary By the setting of the sun. ^^^^^^
By Marie McGrath10 months ago in Poets
Crestfallen I am Without the Fine Torso
We're all going to hell in a handbasket and you're paying the bills said the official aficionado to the fucking moron eating the pills
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Jalisco: The Passage of the Wand
The clouds are white The sky is blue The sea is green The land is you I understand I understand I have the wand You get it next
By Rick Henry Christopher 10 months ago in Poets
Calling all Poets!. Top Story - April 2025.
******* CHALLENGE-CLOSED********* SEE BELOW FOR WINNERS Is it just me or has it been awhile since we have challenged ourselves to the language of poetry?! A haiku, acrostic, abecedarian etc?! I sure miss it. And I miss when Vocal would host different literary poetry challenges. So, I’m feeling spontaneous and hoping you are too! In honor of April dedicating a whole month to us fellow poets, I am hosting an unofficial poetry challenge.
By Natasha Collazo10 months ago in Poets
I feel so good today
I feel so good today I rise today with sunlight in my chest, Every beat, a promise, a hopeful quest. No shadows linger where my thoughts reside,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
My Aura Is So Bright and Cheerful
My Aura Is So Bright and Cheerful My aura is so bright and cheerful, Like sunshine after rain, It lifts the mood of those around,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Don't Act So Busy
Don’t feign being so busy that you can’t.. admire the azalea and the pigment pattern of senescent leaves on strawberry trees.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
The Male Soul
The male soul....!! In life, they always fight with words and thoughts and finally bury everything with a smile...!!
By Test10 months ago in Poets
w a n d e r l u s t
There is nothing more wanderlust than a single woman in her prime. While her younger sisters on her third, and her niece says I do before she does.
By Natasha Collazo10 months ago in Poets
I Miss It
I Miss It. The space you create Replete with peace, your milieu Steadies the jarred pace of an endless mind. A casual calling to cease fire on self-destruction.
By AAshes10 months ago in Poets
Happiness Habits
Life has endless stressors, but we can't live in fear. We’ve got to find respite to thrive, despite chaos. So I create cozy nooks,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Father-Child Conversation
Daddy, I say, I need a race car. But what I really need is to hold your finger and for you to lead me.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets