Gratitude

Wounded Hearts
Silent Yearnings In shadows where my heart does dwell, A love unspoken, none can tell, Your gaze, a light I cannot claim, A silent yearning, endless flame.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
The Beauty in Letting Go
I chased the stars, I chased the sun, Perfection’s race had just begun. But every step felt like a fall, A heavy weight, no peace at all.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Poets
That's The Beginning
Live like it's your last The end is not your business Tomorrow still comes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
e n l i g h t e n
new insights glisten meteors through velvet sky let me fetch my net
By Kristen Balyeatabout a year ago in Poets
Summit of Envy
Mountain standing tall Grounded yet still eternal I climb in envy
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
A Brand New Start
I packed my bags, shut the door, Not sure what I’m heading for. The world’s the same, but something’s new A pull toward things I never knew.
By Kelabout a year ago in Poets
Housewives & Housework
In the morning light, soft and still, She wakes, her heart a vessel to fill. With the quiet hum of life she starts,
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
an ode to Christopher McCandless. Content Warning.
so, preface this poem with this scenario: i ended up sleeping in near freezing weather with my dogs last night. it was frigid, humbling, and a delightful honor. luckily, i had already lit a small fire with a dwindling torch and damp tinder, as well as unloaded my firewood, sleeping bag, a tarp, a pillow, my dogs, and eaten the wings i had just cooked before leaving i even managed to have my THC vape pen in hand, and left a[nother] lucky window cracked so i could hook my keys this morning... before i locked myself out of my car last night, about 50-60 miles from home.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
and, so on.... Content Warning.
and there i am, each night lighting fires in the window still waiting, wildly a part of a parting party begins forever young
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Tears of a clown or donations of a Nun
I walked out of the movie theater only a few days before I had to evacuate for the fear of Milton's threat. Stay and brave another one?
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Forgotten Dreams
In the quiet of the night, I hear, Echoes of a time once near, When laughter danced on winds so free, And every moment felt like eternity.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Poets
Loving the Signs
Loving the Signs I’ve loved many, Each a mirror, each a map, Fragments of myself reflected back In every constellation I’ve held close.
By Eva A. Schellingerabout a year ago in Poets