Gratitude

It's Not Like I Didn't Think About It
It's not like I didn't think about it, or that I had no reference point, but the magnitude of the emotions and the depth of my feelings for you
By F Cade Swanson12 months ago in Poets
Friends
People you go into non-legally binding contracts with- Ones you meet at the precise stage in your life you needed to- Folk that make parties live-
By Jada Ferguson12 months ago in Poets
Furbaby
My lap is warmed By your presence Please don't wander away My foot may numb, my tea gets cold Small prices that I pay
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro12 months ago in Poets
What is Love?
On Valentine's Day, my friend asked, "What does being loved mean to you?" I softly smiled at the whisper that only I could hear, so true.
By The Schizophrenic Mom12 months ago in Poets
"Lost-ish" Unofficial Poetry Challenge WINNERS!
I want to open this announcement by simply expressing my deep, deep gratitude to everyone who joined in this unofficial challenge. As has already been the case so many times over, I am once again blown away by the participation, creativity, and support of this wonderful community! While I am so very honored by how you all took to my quirky, vague prompt with such verve, I have been moved even more as I've gone through each piece and witnessed the endless words of encouragement, appreciation, and praise generously shared with each other in the comments of each piece. So thank you all, truly, for the kindness and curiosity you all have towards each others work; as corny as it might sound, I must affirm that the greatest prize to be won on this site has nothing to do with money or fame - it is the community which supports its fellow writers forward with each courageous step of creativity.
By Gabriel Huizenga12 months ago in Poets
Life's Ultimatum
Love's such a wonderful treasure. It grows and blooms in floral bliss Those blessed enough, finding it, Should hold onto it's so brief kiss.
By The Schizophrenic Mom12 months ago in Poets
Cradle of light
Cradled in soft light, love sways like a lullaby, I am my own peace. Tears baptize my skin, whispers rise like angel hymns,
By T. E. Door12 months ago in Poets
She left in love
I sit to the right of my caretaker, A taciturn, yet forthright individual. She pulls her cloak Of petals closer around her,
By Sabayo Matiku12 months ago in Poets
Ocean Vuong: A Poetic Voice of Intimacy, Loss, and Resilience
Early Life and Influences Born in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, in 1988, Vuong immigrated to the United States with his family as a child. His upbringing in a working-class immigrant household in Hartford, Connecticut, played a crucial role in shaping his literary voice. Growing up, he was drawn to storytelling, especially as a way to bridge the cultural and linguistic gaps between himself and the world around him. He learned English at a later age, and this delayed acquisition of language informs much of his work, particularly his fascination with words, their meanings, and their limitations.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Linguistics of Love
I—the first person pronoun—the subject love—the noun and the verb—the action you—the second person pronoun—the object grammatical pedantry and fanciful analysis aside
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
That. Is. Love.
When you can't face the mirror and can't face the stormy weather— Alone. When you're sick, weak and want to curl up and succumb to your symptoms. When you have the very best news possible, and there's only one person you want to share these experiences with.
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Thereafter
I know it's just one flower but it's the thought that counts; Valentine's shouldn't be a day filled with mourns. I like being with you
By Alex Torres12 months ago in Poets