Gratitude

The Inner Voice
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
Fear and the Fight Within
Fear stands like a shadow deep in the night, A whispering voice that dims your light, It creeps through the cracks of a hopeful heart,
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
Connecting the dot
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
as everything clings to my body
The light of the world grows dim, as the Nimbostratus unleashes its dihydrogen monoxide (water falling from the sky) cleansing all the land and all it holds
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Fresh Pajamas and Sheets
Gentle on my skin, soft and warm A soothing reminder of peace, Of sleep, of all that dreams hold A sacred moment, a favorite time
By Austin Jamesabout a year ago in Poets
In the Quiet of a Coffee Cup
The steam rises, curling tendrils of warmth in the cool morning air, It’s not just a cup of coffee; it’s a ritual, a small ceremony,
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
The Importance of Self-Worth and Value in Relationships
It is vital not to attempt to gain people’s sympathy. The quality of the relationship, In this case, it doesn’t matter if you are a good person or have a good attitude towards other people.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Objects of joy, peace, and fortune.
Thank you for stepping into my life. Thank you for joining me on this journey. Please keep in mind that things will not be simple here.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
No Misjudgment, No Mistake
The word was meant to be spoken aloud, as a weapon of warfare. The word was meant to be spread, it’s something that will never be found dead.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Reflections
In the mirror of water, I see my own face, A journey of seasons, a dance through time and space. With scars and with smiles, each mark tells a tale,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
the way down. Content Warning.
i'm waking up alone again, dreamwalking on the roadside. the signs all say i'm going nowhere. they say to turn around before i can't,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Selfish vs. Selfless
Is evil rooted in being selfish? Think about it, most crimes are committed from peoples own selfish thoughts, selfish needs, and selfish feelings
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets