Gratitude

We Were Really Here.
Walking through this beautiful place feels like I've been here before, I smell the fresh scent of green grass, taking off my shoes to feel the
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Sacred Breath and Alignment:. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Sacred Breath and Alignment: Embracing Infinite Abundance INTRODUCTION In the fast pace of life, it’s easy to lose sight of the abundant wisdom and resources that are always available to us. This meditation is a reminder to pause, breathe deeply, and reconnect with the limitless potential that lies within and around us. Through this practice, we invite transformation, clarity, and the unfolding of our deepest desires. Every moment holds the power for profound growth, and in this space, we recognize the sacredness of now—an opportunity that will never be repeated. Together, we align with the infinite source of life, love, and abundance, ready to receive more than we can imagine, with grace and ease.
By Denelsia Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
We Were…
We were… Days and nights of long walks. Up all night on the phone having long talks. We were… Sunday mornings and Friday nights. Even in the dark our spirit was daylight.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
on being engaged
gifts aren't what will keep me here; i've got to choose to stay. so hold my hand instead and feel the grooves of my knuckles against the flesh of your thumb.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Always
Introduction Sometimes we need someone to talk to, to calm the troubled waters in our lives. This is about calming those storms.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Her Red Blood
Her red blood she donated, A gift of life so pure and true, With every drop, a life awakened, Through her heart, hope’s light shines through.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sunshine
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Weight
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A New October Dawn
It is really long and there are countless stairs. October is here on time and this should mark the month we should focus on.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Living Life Without Wasting Time
In the past I was so concerned with whether I was doing enough, worried that I was not good enough, or what would become of me.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
OPEN MY EYES TO SEE
Am I really devoid of your presence? Have I merely been in a relationship with myself all these years, Or have I allowed my increasingly wild imagination to overlook you standing by the shores?
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers across time.
She hides behind shy eyes, a little girl lost in the silence, afraid to uncover the truth, that anger is just a veil for the softness she’s buried within.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets