Gratitude

Flower Therapy
We all need therapy For life is tough. The journey can take its toll. Our soul needs balm. Flowers are perfect
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Mustard Blooms
Springtime in California The canyons are yellow with blooming mustard. What a treat to stand at a vantage point
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
3/30/25
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
🌿 Mistakes Bloom into Miracles: The Beauty of Change ✨
💡 Don’t Fear Hard Times, They Shape the Best in Us 💪 🌬️ Verse 1: The Whisper of Change 🌪️ The winds will howl, the skies may break,
By PRABAL TR PRO10 months ago in Poets
i am not okay. Content Warning.
i am not okay. i sat there, crossed legs and arms, on the sidewalk where i broke down, just like my car up the road. because i couldn't go any farther
By ⸘jason alan‽10 months ago in Poets
Feel Unique
Way too many people waste precious life feeling small. I hope you are not one. We are born with tabula rasa—
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
The Worlds First Brain Transplant
The Worlds First Brain Transplant In a quiet room, bright and clean, Doctors gathered, a hopeful scene. A daring plan, a brave new start,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day, I Miss Mine
Mother’s Day, I Miss Mine The world is dressed in flowers, wrapped in ribbons, scented sweet, soft voices whisper gratitude,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Haiku
Listen to the changing wind A fool will turn away from it Wise men embrace the breeze
By Donnie Barlow10 months ago in Poets
Let me tell you something
Most of my stories are AI-Generated. Why? Its easier to post more stories, and just takes way less time to do. I do in fact thought, have a passion for writing.
By Chxse10 months ago in Poets
Women, Peace, and Self-Acceptance
The reason why many women don't live a 'good life' is largely because they feel they are competing with the whole world: with themselves, their partners, their parents, and their children. This is often accompanied by internal friction and tension all day long.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Sycamore
I had not seen a sycamore tree a decade ago— back in India. When I read 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets