Gratitude

Now, in Unison!
The pumping pulse, A rhythm carrying ‘ancient’ Made only by a singular beat — A song so simple, so powerful, The thundering proof of God.
By Sabayo Matiku12 months ago in Poets
I Say the Words I Wish to Hear
I say the words I wish to hear, Expecting the world to echo them clear, In every action, in every breath, A reflection of what my heart begets.
By Adarsh Kumar Singh12 months ago in Poets
His mercy upon my life
The Lord protects me. Things happen in this world. Evil plots and plans to end human lives. But nothing gives me goosebumps.
By Gloria Penelope12 months ago in Poets
Love this Country. Content Warning.
The history of our land has not always been grand Since Christopher Columbus wrecked the land Then called it’s natives, outside of their name
By Cadma12 months ago in Poets
My Sweet Forever Muse
You will tell me about the world While I talk about the moon We would be so well-prepared If the world was ever doomed I can speak to flowers
By Mingling with the Moon 12 months ago in Poets
The Irreplaceable Value of Life and Time
Maintain life, do not squander it. The only thing I guess in the world that cannot be replicated is time and the only thing that cannot be done again is life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
Someday, We’ll All Become STORIES
In embers bright, we BURN and GLOW, We are smoke, fading slow. Memories whisper, SHARP and CLEAR, We are silence, laced with fear.
By Komal12 months ago in Poets
When I Am Gone
When I Am Gone When I am gone, remember me With love and a gentle memory. Do not weep with a heavy heart, Just cherish how we were, not part.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The Here and Now
The Here and Now Breathe it in, let it stay, This moment won’t come twice today. The sun is warm, the sky is wide, The world is turning—enjoy the ride.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Vocal Verses: Where Poets Rise
Vocal Verses: Where Poets Rise A Tribute to the Wordsmiths of Vocal Media --- I. The Gateway to Expression Come forth, O poet, with ink-stained hands, Where words take flight and the soul expands. Where every voice finds space to breathe, And stories weave like autumn leaves.
By Samson E. Gifted12 months ago in Poets
Not Quite So Lonely
Peaceful, meaningful reflections A moment alone, but not quite so lonely It is just I and yet more than I A room full of faces,
By Jasmine Aguilar12 months ago in Poets
"A RED ROSE FOR MY LATE POPPA VIC". Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
Today I 'reflected back' to September 1996. The story is written by me, a 75-year-old woman. However, the video reflects views of an older woman and as a young girl who was always their daddy’s little girl. February 14, 2025, is a day of reflection. My conclusion is now and always was, “My Poppa was my dearest and most caring Valentine a girl could wish for. Happy Valentine’s Day!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets