Gratitude

Meeting you
Meeting you It was a blessing for me. My life altered because of you. I have changed entirely. I learned to love myself.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
SMUDGES
SMUDGES There is a pile of dirt.. Far from here.. Well, more a pile of trash..but, Zoom in close.. Look into this mound,
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Poets
short of
stop short of the minority. no benefits on this fringe; the size of my sizzle alone is enough to stop short of me. stop short of an alien,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Nothing For Granted
Life is precious, Sometimes staying in one place, Sometimes leaping head. I want to remember it all. I wonder to myself about things,
By Rob H Geyerabout a year ago in Poets
The Taste of Goodbye
Slowly cresting the hill again, red tail lights glimmer and sparkle in the pavement. Softer by the second, the crunching roll of tires on gravel subsides to the whispers of a misty rain on grass.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
The Importance of Being True to Yourself
For years I tried to make sense of myself and my place in society which seems so very loud nowadays. To the outside world, it seemed to be a wonderful place where you can be whoever you want to be but that was not the case as there were always messages from the society and the media on what I needed to become and what should be valued. I also forgot who I am, as I concentrated on meeting other people’s demands and fulfilling their needs.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
A Woman In Long Term Recovery
My family has a lot of alcoholics and other addictions. I grew up learning survival skills. How to survive with alcoholism. When I was 24, married with two children, I was using those skills in my alcoholic marriage and they weren't working.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Grandma’s House
Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
The Birthday Plan
Note: Yeah, it's my birthday... - K. D. * From the alarm's demand, I rise to Supertramp's Goodbye to a Stranger. The screen light hits my eyes hard in the dark of this early start.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
9/25/24
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Writing in The Dark
Battered and bruised, By the way I've abused, This body that i used. Feeling the effects of my mood, Directly related to my attitude.
By Keith McHughabout a year ago in Poets
Ma Chérie
Ma chérie, you are the whisper of dawn That lingers in the hush before the sun, A fragile note, like a song nearly gone,
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets