Gratitude

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
The Firing-Range.
Painted smile, ironed clothes, Brain runs wild - no one knows. Another day, another mess, Another night - compounding stress
By Latisha Fairfullabout a month ago in Poets
Afternoon Communion. Top Story - December 2025.
I had a visitor in my classroom the other day. She, unknowingly, flew into a storm of cacophony and swarms of students swatting at her. She found a safe place to land and made her way over to my desk where she climbed onto a note pad and passed the time grooming herself and studying me with quiet curiosity. I was able to release her onto a Texas Sage bush right outside my classroom window.
By Sara Littleabout a month ago in Poets
Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By C.M.about a month ago in Poets
And there was Light!
And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
By C.M.about a month ago in Poets
Sunshine
May sunshine find me In the wind and in the cold, Warm rays relieve me
By Heather Kasparabout a month ago in Poets
Human angels
They are like angels dressed in the nothingness of everyday life. Their brightness fills every chaos and deafness, entering the silence of the mind without saying anything. With a smile and a glance, they say more than anyone else after hours of conversation or lectures. They enter the soul and purify it. Their sound is the most delicate particle of existence that a human being can perceive. , and she carries information for the youngest to make their lives better and for the oldest to make their lives better. She believes and acts, she does not introduce doubt, she gives faith and strength, she does not squeeze, but teaches by herself and her work, giving herself completely but not forgetting about herself.
By Darkosabout a month ago in Poets
The Daughter Of The Moon
Introduction This is an ekphrastic terzanelle inspired by an image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here: The music is "Child Of The Moon" by The Rolling Stones.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
When Trying Isn’t Enough
When Trying Isn’t Enough What do I do when my best is not enough, When every effort lands short of the mark. I stand there holding what is left of hope,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Empty Miles and Shallow Hearts
I've been over empty miles tonight As the echoes of what could have been Disappeared from my sight. The subtle signs I should have seen
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Poets
Mom Who Refused the Untruth
Mother Who Refused the Untruth Celtic Cross and Roses Suite Copilot & Firefly The Tear That Texted the Truth One drop carried release into words,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets