Gratitude

The Garden of Our Hearts . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When the first light of dawn spills across the sky, a secret melody awakens the soul-a call to love. In that moment of sweet silence, our hearts open like tender blossoms,
By Purusharth kumar12 months ago in Poets
The Last Storm
The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of rain that would never come. The sky, a dull shade of gray, loomed over the remains of a once-thriving city. Crumbling buildings stood like forgotten tombstones, their windows shattered, their walls cracked by time and neglect. The world had dried up, leaving nothing but dust and despair in its wake.
By Pranshu verma12 months ago in Poets
The Tapestry of the Moral Mind
The Tapestry of the Moral Mind: A Performance Poetry We weave the threads, One by one, Strands of light, And shadows spun.
By Samson E. Gifted12 months ago in Poets
💜♉ You're The One ♎💜
You're The One, My Inspiration You're The One, Who Has My Heart You're The One, Who Fires My Passion You're My Princess, My Shining Star Being With You, Is Perfection My Beautiful Muse, Love Of Mine You're The One, Inspired Direction I Will Be Yours Til The End Of Time
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Poets
Finally
A card, some flowers, or maybe a gift? Big hugs, a kiss, that's always a lift. Valentine's somehow stresses me out; can I celebrate it beyond any doubt?
By Alex Torres12 months ago in Poets
My Poetry Mountain
My Poetry Mountain If my mountain of poetry stood so tall, What words would tell I tried it all? Love to flowers, dark poetry to night,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Top Story No Chance
Top Story No Chance Why is it getting so hard, I ponder and sigh, To reach that Top Story, as the days drift by? On vocal.media, it feels like a game,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Saves Me
on darkest of days in bleakest of hues the sun refuses, her illumination all feels lost, my resignation I am dog, I dirt
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Flower
Love is, Enlightening. A soft, And mellow thing. My heart was like a Winter night, Your sunshine, Is the Spring.
By Mama Magdalene12 months ago in Poets
Mysterious Mystery
The heart and soul of a nebula, That mysterious stardust, Fills your bones and blood, Mysteries in their own right.
By Sabayo Matiku12 months ago in Poets
A Love Poem To M.J. 🍃✨. Content Warning.
☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ️️☁️ ☁️ ☁️ Dawn exhales ☁️ in blue haze, carbon fiber clouds unravel— slow, sticky, sweet.
By L.K. Rolan12 months ago in Poets
Jericho Brown: A Poet of Power, Identity, and Innovation
Early Life and Career Born in Shreveport, Louisiana, in 1976, Jericho Brown (born Nelson Demery III) was raised in the South, an environment that deeply influenced his writing. He attended Dillard University before earning an MFA from the University of New Orleans and later a Ph.D. in literature and creative writing from the University of Houston. His early work was marked by a keen sensitivity to language and a deep engagement with the complexities of Black identity and experience.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets