Gratitude

The Gathering/The Raid
The Gathering/The Raid Workers of Pathways Part Two The concrete of the hospital steps was already seeping cold through the knees of her scrubs. The nurse had not moved since she found the bundle. She just held it held her, Baby Sofia, though she did not have a name yet tight against the warmth of her chest, shielding her from the institutional chill.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Before Midnight Fell
Before Midnight Fell I walked the narrow path, feeling the world fall still, as midnight gathered, and whispered my fate.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
It's A Slow Death
Aquatic lions stir, their timber cage barnacle-fixed to the sinking California coast. Yolk-thick light oozes between the beams
By Sean2 months ago in Poets
The Immeasurable Listener
The woods remembers all my prayers. The forest recites all my shame. The owls sing all of my praise. And if all those remembers, then He does.
By Uhone Titus 2 months ago in Poets
Ebb of Presence
Where the hush of silence and whispers collide. A still presence lingers, with thoughts amplified. Gazing at a world both distant and unclear. Contemplating life as visions appear.
By Solomon Walker2 months ago in Poets
Prayerodox
The clock breathes heavy and slow— as if fighting for its next respire. The ceiling hums like tired bones, my spine folds into the mattress
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Poets
Hidden Flame
Hidden Flame Your name still lingers, soft as a warm trace, pulling me backwards, through all we shared. Our nights stayed locked,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Visits From Nostalgia.
My town's closest movie store closed years ago, but the other day, I caught the scent of that place. It's a scent I'll never forget. Out of the blue, unexpected, suddenly I was ten years old again—walking into the movie store on a Friday night with my parents, older brother, and younger sister. I would always get the same movie: Thumbelina. I was in love with that movie.
By April Kirby.2 months ago in Poets
Mistletoe and Laughter
Mistletoe and Laughter Under green sprigs, we leaned and laughed, a brush of lips, and the moment passed. Laughter rattled,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
A Christmas Wedding
A Christmas Wedding Snow lay in silence, on the chapel steps white, we walked into the light, our hearts intertwined tight.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Make Every Day Count
“Today is a day that will never come again. Make it a great one!” Every day we are alive is a new and unique day for us to embrace every opportunity.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Hardwired Beings
Within our minds a pattern takes shape. Of purposes we perceive but can't escape. For those that navigate with artistry and care. We attribute a will beyond what's really there.
By Solomon Walker2 months ago in Poets