Gratitude

Hand On My Shoulder
Juicy steak steaming and creamy mash potatoes tickle my nose, Eyes lock with intuitive, gentle excitement, I hear Calum Scott's lyrics from "Where Are You Now" lifting.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Apron
**Apron** Tied around with practiced ease, The apron whispers in the breeze. A shield from flour, from stain and spill,
By Danny Prem kumarabout a year ago in Poets
My French Bulldog
With a snort and a wag, you’re always here, Full of love and always near. In your eyes, I see something true, A loyal friend, just me and you.
By Bardo Hernandezabout a year ago in Poets
Sensory essence
Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what is given by the senses. Hannah Arendt, 1906–1975 *
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
When The Heavens Open
I brace as another shockingly sharp flash fills the room, a momentary tear through the skies above before darkness engulfs me.
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Poets
On healing in gallant echoes
I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky, In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by. The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Are We Living Fully in the Present Moment?
What I would advise you is not to get too worked up as to what will happen in three to five years. Take the moment and enjoy it, be happy. In one way or the other, we even overly plan for the future forgetting that life is actually in the present.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
my story. Content Warning.
this poem is about being your own worst enemy, about realizing it too late that you've pushed away the ones you love and were there for you at your worst, and yet they tried to love you through it. it's about the emptiness in longing for your soulmate, being so close but still unable to connect, and the shame and guilt in knowing that you can only blame yourself.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
If Ghosts Are Real. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
How easy it would be to grieve if part of you still existed with me, your essence making its presence the moments I needed most; feeling you near,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
k'-E-le-ok. Top Story - October 2024.
sing to my soul tides of old cradle my spirit in your lull breathing in the spray of time i drink the wisdom of ancient brine
By Kristen Balyeatabout a year ago in Poets
The Heart of a Mother
In the quiet dawn, when the world is still, A mother awakens, her heart full and filled. With tender whispers, she greets the new day,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
The Whispers Echo
Whispers of a lifetime of lifetimes echo through time to me. With words, I struggle to describe visions that my eyes can see.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets