Gratitude

A Mythic Quest for Curiosity and Courage
In a quiet village nestled between ancient forests and mountains, there lived a scrappy, curious cat named Finn. Finn was not the type to sleep the day away on sunny rocks like the other cats. He was a questioner, a seeker, forever nosing around places he didn’t belong, and always with the faintest glimmer of something mischievous in his green eyes.
By Honey Singhabout a year ago in Poets
To the ones who told me that I was too much
To the ones who told me that I was too much Radiance in its mirth smiles in the abundance of glee, In its glory, it holds the light that sets your darkness free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
This one day.
Sunsets look different when you view them through the eyes of limited time.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
What Becomes of First Love
You became a story I tell, a distant memory I pull out on occasion, a footnote in the grand scheme of things, and I do not remember now when the switch flipped off,
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
There is something about poets
There is something about poets, With the way they weave their words, They make failures sound like fortunes, And spell pain like it's a boon,
By Simran Danielabout a year ago in Poets
Word Of The Day: Cruciverbalist
Cruciverbalist noun 1. a designer or aficionado of crossword puzzles. Origin of cruciverbalist1 First recorded in 1975–80; from Latin cruci- + verbalist; cross
By Laura Pruettabout a year ago in Poets
Not Found
So many things written down Yet, one cannot be found An error in judgment A place that was never meant to be A place that is better without me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Stressed, but Blessed
From Halloween frights To “Holy Nights,” Thanksgiving meals, together, And shopping sprees To trimming trees And bundling for the weather -
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Bug
Butterfly flying Uglier insects fly lower Gaggle at your sight
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
99
Ninty-nine comes before a hundred I am thankful even if I don’t show it I have 99 problems and writing ain't one There is so much more to come
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
My little one you will survive
In the heart of a garden, where blossoms dance free, A sweet little bird sang her song to the tree. With feathers like sunshine, and a heart full of cheer,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Follow The Writer
In a World of Words In the vast sea of voices, where whispers get lost, I’m here to stand tall, no matter the cost. With words that ignite like a spark in the night,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets