“You’re a fighter. Look at everything you’ve overcome. Don’t give up now” This is one time when looking back is Good for you —
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
What’s the best gift we could buy? I ponder, clueless and sigh… In our dark broken world Love’s beauty gently unfurled…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
Vibrant tales that resonate, Opening minds, creating fate. Connections with every word, Artistry shared, voices heard.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
she only took pictures with people she loved, never realizing that she could love herself enough to capture the lines from a life of laughter and smiles,
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
love, they say, is all you need. but what kind of love fulfills so wholly? the active kind. the love that spurs resistance and builds community. the love that
“Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself” The moment we Embrace ‘who’ we are and Accept Ourselves and “Be” who we really are,
“No beauty shines brighter than that of a good heart” It is Important to Remember that True Beauty lies within the depths of a Good Heart.
Those who find contentment discover happiness. Those who let go of the past find freedom. Those who cherish the present find joy. You don't have to change the world; simply strive to be the best version of yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
“Your mind is a garden. Your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds” It is a choice! And who wouldn’t want
I dream of you in quiet nights, When shadows fall, and time takes flight. A love so deep, it knows no sound, Yet in my chest, it echoes loud.
By Witness Loveabout a year ago in Poets
