Gratitude

Stress Storms: Weathering the Family Front
Who among us does not know how it feels to be stressed in the context of the speed of today’s world? However, one should be careful not to vent on the family and friends and others who are dear to us. Have you ever raised your voice at dear ones, though, you never snap at strangers? And I think it is very much the case for many of us out there.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Ephemeral Hues of Quiet Dreams, Colorful Leaves and Cold Stars
Quiet, Weeping Weather The maple tree loses a leaf. It simply drifts down onto the wet grass. . The play of colors is at its peak,
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
StoneHenge 3
In the heart of a land so old, Where whispers of time softly unfold, Stands Stonehenge, grand and bright, Held by magic, bathed in light.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ex's and Oh's
I don't know where you are in the maze of my mind, maybe still rotting away at the thoughts of me, knowing how good I was to you, but you simply chose to be blind.
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
Bangladesh
Streets of Bangladesh: A Tapestry of Life In Bangladesh, where the streets hum low, A vibrant dance of life begins to flow,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Lancashire Coal Miners
Ode to the Lancashire Miner In Lancashire's shadow, where the coal seams lie, Beneath the earth’s surface, where echoes sigh,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Love Is Sweet As A Bird
Love is Sweet as a Bird In the dawn's embrace, where whispers bloom, Love flits gently, dispelling the gloom. Its melody dances on the soft morning air,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
the call
chilly is the door handle, then heavy the air, from nighttime coastal squalls; hotel coffee's papery notes linger - acrid flavor, this hour, tasting sweet;
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
Sausage Party
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Is Solitude the Key to Self-Discovery in Your Forties
After being of age for more than twenty years, for the past five or so years, I’ve grown to appreciate being alone. If I were to introspect about my adolescent years, my Facebook profile would be more active, updated with work, selfies, and lots of doings.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
That's why I'm your WIFE
You are the best gift HE gave me I'm sincere one, I guess you can see I wanna be your shadow, will you be the tree? I wished for you, as for honey wishes bee
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
It Is
“You never realize how strong you are until strong is your only choice” When I read this, I always think about someone
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets