Gratitude

The Little Family That Could
Title: The Little Family That Could In a small town nestled between rolling hills and thick forests lived a family of three: John, Sarah, and their young daughter Lily. They were not rich, but their home was filled with love and warmth, which helped them face the challenges that life threw their way.
By Timeline Tellerabout a year ago in Poets
The Quiet Evolution
In a good state of life, the self does not gaze upon the other but bears the other within as a landscape. As long as I evolve the better. Most other factors will just fit right into the mold that you have created. Instead of envying others, and growing green with jealousy, wherever and wherever one is, it has always been better to learn something new. "
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
I don't quit.
She knew this was it, Intuition both in heart and gut validated, Live or die, that's the option. Except, what if she still weighed the benefits of Both in her mind?
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Nature's Golden Sea
Golden gems of spring Dancing in the gentle breeze Nature's simple pleasure As the warm sun kisses the earth, a sea of yellow dandelions sways gently in the meadow, their delicate petals inviting playful whispers from the wind. Each flower, a golden beacon of hope and transformation, carries with it the promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities. Their presence is a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, beauty can bloom effortlessly, spreading joy and rejuvenation with every breath of fresh air. Like little bursts of sunshine scattered across the landscape, dandelions infuse the world with a refreshing touch of whimsy and wonder, reminding us to embrace the simple pleasures that surround us every day.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Younger Self
Dear Younger Self, Slow down, my dear, and take in each day, Nothing’s permanent, so let worries drift away. You don’t need all the answers, not yet, not now,
By Fion about a year ago in Poets
Dana's Little Book
Dana wrote a little book, And published it himself. He filled it full of poems and stuff From his dusty old shelf.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Reclaim Your Path
You tried hard. He is not worth the effort you are going to use. It should also be employed in the process of completion, of fulfilling oneself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Invisible Battles
He wakes up each day with the weight of the world, Carrying burdens no one else sees. Behind his smile, a storm quietly swirls,
By RKabout a year ago in Poets
Love Over Distance
I never doubted that you loved me, Even when you were far away. I have always felt supported, In my career or at play. When I told you of my far-flung dreams
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADDY
It was one very early morning, Mummy had attended a Woman's Group meeting in the village and you were waiting for her return. You sat patiently at the doorstep and sang your favourite songs. It was always the sweetest lullaby in my ears to hear you sing. Whenever I turned in my sleep and heard your voice, I knew you were still awake and there was no need for me to be afraid of the dark. I was probably 5 or 6 years old at that time when I had a terrible nightmare that morning. I was sobbing and you gently carried me and sat me on your lap. You listened attentively as I told you my dream and the shadows on the wall that were worrisome to me. You wiped my tears and then you prayed. You commanded the evil spirits lo leave in Jesus name and BANG! They fled through the back door, banging the walls as they went! I never forget this experience Daddy. I loved prayer there and then. Thank you for teaching me through that encounter that the prayer of a righteous man availeth much. I love you so much Daddy! Happy Father's Day in Heaven!
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
Meditate
Silence is simply mind-blowing In my own little world Leaving me to meditate Entering my freedom zone New again Counting on hope
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Poets
Father and Daughter
In the kitchen, words hang heavy, A father's comment, sharp and ready. Daughter's anger flares, a sudden flame, But memory whispers a different name.
By Winryabout a year ago in Poets