Gratitude

steady
and just like that, she had allowed herself to grow roots into him like a tree does the earth, only this time, the earth was steady,
By Alanah Conlay11 months ago in Poets
The Gift of Learning and Love
A ship without oars… The sails are torn.. The ship without oars is sunk… And soon the sun is dark…. Feeling great sorrow….
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
Perhaps it is peace.
it is strange how certain memories spark a feeling inside which makes them feel real again. finding the perfect word for such an experience feels feeble.
By Alanah Conlay11 months ago in Poets
The Rooster Calls
The Rooster Calls The rooster calls, a brittle cry, A blade of sound against the sky. No golden glow, no soft embrace, Just morning’s hand upon my face.
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Sir Winston Churchill‘S Ghost
Sir Winston Churchill’s Ghost In midnight halls, he lingers on, A shadow in a bowler hat, a leader gone. Cigar smoke curling through the silent air,
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Asphyxiating Illusions
“Of all men’s miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.’ — Herodotus I cling tightly to the illusions of control with gritted teeth, believing that this much anxiety will keep my world together.
By Chantal Christie Weiss11 months ago in Poets
Not for My Gold
"Yavahan" - Not for my gold. Put out the fake teeth like a cocoon Exploding like a quarry in the middle of the day
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
A Heartbraking Poem
Thank you in this world.... A beautiful word But ???? A lot of people To be used Less..... We thank you say that want ????
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
I Hope Death Is Like.... Top Story - March 2025.
When the day comes that death knocks on my door I hope that I am greeted like meeting a long lost friend who embraces me
By Ellie Hoovs11 months ago in Poets
Dream's Odyssey
My mom is a teacher so my first dream was to be one Who helps children sing ABC and start to count from one I thought that it was really cool
By Ann ☕️11 months ago in Poets
Daffodils stand along the roadside,
Daffodils stand along the roadside, yellow like a silent shout, their stems rigid, their faces turned to a sky too pale to answer.
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
I danced with your ghost
It’s true what they say about Grief and the ball in the box. I’m on a dancefloor in October, I confess I haven’t thought of you for some days
By L.J Moore11 months ago in Poets