Gratitude

ABLE AND HEALTHY BODY
I woke up this morning and I realized that: I have feet that can walk Hands that can do things Mouth that can speak Eyes that can see
By Irene Mugang Narewec 10 months ago in Poets
4/5/2025
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Lost, and found
There will come a time When dusk will frame your quietude Like parentheses on an afterthought And hold you there in reverie
By Marie McGrath10 months ago in Poets
Just a little longer (I will survive)
Let me write your dreams Ones you could not dare to speak Let them live on my diary pages And hold them down into the cages.
By Mansi10 months ago in Poets
Glued To My Phone
The phone is glued to my hand By the activation of dopamine in my brain Its screen sign bright in my face The sunshine I see throughout the day
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
Is Life a Countdown?
Life is a process of subtraction. You never know which will come first: tomorrow, or an accident? We often think we have a long time ahead, but we forget that the world is unpredictable. Therefore, cherishing the present and prioritizing your health and safety are more important than anything else.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
Mulberry Grove
It was a scorching hot day — the kind that could cause heatstroke, a truly hostile weather. We were out with friends,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Living a Life True to Self
How much money you may have earned, How many papers you may have published, How many business empires you might have built,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Longing
The exhilaration of Being carried off on a Runaway horse Grasping at whipping reigns Slipping from desperate hands Furtively imagining my
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Poets
MY LITTLE PHARMACY
You are not only made to beautify my world You are my miracle plant My Little pharmacy During an emergency situation When health services are far away and unavailable
By Irene Mugang Narewec 10 months ago in Poets
The Guild: A Chronicle of Pretty Souls
A digital elegy for joy, grief, and the guild that made it all sacred. This story is a reimagined myth built from real memories. Every section is rooted in lived experience from my time leading a guild in a fantasy MMO, where connection was forged through gameplay, laughter, late nights, and digital stillness.
By Tai Song10 months ago in Poets
The Bench by the Lake
The Bench by the Lake Under the trees where it’s cool and bright, I sit on a bench, feeling alrigh. By the lake where swans glide and sail,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets