Gratitude

The unyielding river
In the cradle of a youth’s tender dawn, she bore them, Each child an echo of her own nascent heart, Planted in the soil of her unformed days,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
NATURES TUNE
In quiet moments, waiting strains. Secrets whispered, as time escapes. Patience blooms, wisdoms tune. Petals unfurl, natures cue.
By JDwrites33about a year ago in Poets
The young souls of old
To you, the wanderer among polished streets and neon, Whose soul remains a relic of ancient echoes, I speak as one who has walked the rugged paths
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Where the untamed meets etiquette
In the gentle arms of time’s unfolding grace, A tomboy, wild and free as the winds of yore, Journeyed through the seasons, where rough-hewn paths
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
The Rugged Tree: Where Grace Found Me
In the quiet chamber of rugged wood, Where dust swirls in the sun's slow embrace, There lies a story unwritten by time's hand,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Land of Sierra Leone My home land
In the heart of Africa, where the sun greets the sea, Lies a land of whispers, where spirits roam free. Mountains kiss the heavens, draped in emerald green, And the rivers hum softly, in a melody serene.
By Jariatu Kallonabout a year ago in Poets
The Solitude of Self-Sufficiency
It’s evening, it’s quiet, and you made yourself a cup of tea – happiness is the right to think and think calmly. You only got here and started living the life that belongs to you, and only you are the king of that kingdom.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
My lighthouse in the storm
In a house where light spills gently through lace curtains, and time seems to move in the soft rhythm of a bygone era, there was you, a vessel of boundless grace,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Stitched Memories of Miles and Moments
In the patchwork of our days, we wove our memories like an old quilt, stitched with the threads of our shared laughter.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Dawn’s Gentle Reclamation
In the soft dawn, when shadows cling like old friends, I rise from the depths of a bed that holds me like a shipwrecked sailor—
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
In the embrace of southern field
In the amber hush of fields that stretch 'neath endless skies, Where sunlit hours weave through cotton and dust, The heart finds a gentle rhythm in the dance of cows—
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
The Guardian's Mantle
In a dimly lit room where shadows writhe, The elder sister’s hands, steady and sure, Assume the weight of a mother’s mantle—
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets