Gratitude

Finding Joy in Less, Living with More Intention
A frictionless life is certainly delightful, and a man who has a plain and unpretentious heart is actually happy. Energy is valuable because life is valuable, thus avoid spending efforts on unimportant issues whenever you are in a position where you cannot alter the circumstances, simplify, and accept them. Having no worry means happiness starts to bloom.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
secret garden
I trace my name in the dust; no need for softer hands than mine— teach the soil to forget the fallow time; I bloom where I am planted,
By Sara Little12 months ago in Poets
Tools. Top Story - February 2025.
every time I reach for a wrench I am proud to be My father’s daughter He was always a tool man half carpenter half sailor
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
bold
Sweet caramel and gentle folds All of the light is blissful As it swiftly smooths to melt on my tongue. It's divine, the feeling of bold, complete joy
By Ruby Red12 months ago in Poets
A Pot Of Gold Haiku
A Pot Of Gold Haiku There’s a rainbow Colour’s bright over the sea Look a pot of gold
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Love
Conversational hearts In pink, yellow and green Sometimes sweet sometimes tart The words you whisper to me A sugary confection
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
The Universe Listens
The Universe Listens Ask, but not with hands that take, Not with hunger, not with ache. Speak in trust, in open air, Not in greed, but in a prayer.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Forever & Now
Infinity is so cruelly dismissed, Assumed to be unfeeling and cold, Disdainful of us and our dreams, But the truth must be told.
By Conor Matthews12 months ago in Poets
Trinkets
There is a sage green box forgotten in the top of my closet full of trinkets, each one the talisman of a memory.
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
Angel In the Snow
Introduction This is a reimagination of my least read poem which you can check here and maybe change its status. The original was a villanelle so I have reconstructed it as a sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Poets
Through the window of time
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Poets
The River’s Secret
The river hums a quiet tune, A song it’s known since silver noon. Through bending reeds and mossy stones, It sings of secrets never known.
By INFO INSIDER 12 months ago in Poets