Gratitude

Butterfly 🦋
Happy Birthday my little butterfly. Well not so little anymore are you? I have seen you once in the last few years, for a small moment in time.
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The Fog of War
The Fog of War We stand on ceremonies to sleep through the night Sable skies alight With fireworks in flight.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
A Little Break
A little slip through the cracks It's too easy Because when the world smothers Liquidates, and your bones turn to jelly It's hard not to
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
While by the roadside
On the roadside, where the world unravels in a dance of dust and sunlight, wild daisies emerge like impromptu confetti,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
The Garden of Becoming
In the garden where daylight lingers and the echoes of laughter still hum, the children unfurl like the petals of blooms
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
A dance with destiny.
"Rhythms of Life" Life's canvas, a tapestry so fine, Woven with threads of joy and decline. A dance of contrasts, dark and light, A symphony of struggles, day and night.
By Apanisile Christianah Opeyemiabout a year ago in Poets
Sweet Southern Fields
In the heart of a Sunday morning, the church bell’s call rustles through the cotton fields, where the hum of the sermon mingles with the wind’s soft whisper.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
A Year of Growth and Reflection
Every year I am bent on running for my love alone. Time flies so fast. It is also worth noting that the outstanding year of 2024 is also drawing to a close. Everyone has had tributes, victories, defeats, innovations, and slips in this year. The year is almost over soon it will be a new year. As per the calendar, the year is normal but not plain.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hope
Hope Oh, hope, a beacon in the darkest night, A light that shines so bright, and guides us to new light. A gentle whisper, that echoes in our heart, A promise of tomorrow, that never departs.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
CREATIVITY
Creativity Oh, creativity, a spark that ignites the mind, A flame that flickers, with ideas left behind. A gentle breeze, that whispers secrets in our ear, A muse that guides us, to bring forth something new and clear.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
The Sculptor of Fractured Harmony
In the tangled forest of youth and duty, he arrived, A fledgling in the storm’s relentless embrace, Trying to nestle into the crevices of a fractured family,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets