Gratitude

Haiku
Sunbeams stream through blinds. Tawny tabby suns on sill, golden eyes slivers. Copyright © 5/14/2024 by Andrea O. Corwin
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
The Girl who Walk on Rope
Through wind and rain, she bravely treads A tightrope stretched above their heads Each step brings her closer to her goal A loaf of bread to warm her soul
By Sanamdeep Singh2 years ago in Poets
A Breath Of Fresh Air. Top Story - May 2024.
Why do they call it "falling in love" when it is something much more romantic than that? I didn't fall into your arms, let go of my defenses, spill my vulnerabilities out from my heart and let you catch the pieces.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Dad or Donor
I ran into a status where you spoke to the world on how awesome it is to be a father ... and how you don't have to be perfect but just keep showing up... but where were you for me did this precious sentiment only extended to the children you hand selected as worthy ...
By ITS YOUR DESTINY TV2 years ago in Poets
Exceeding the Tradition
It's slap bang at the middle of the green field, Yet one man is there to change the movements, Hey, the ball is passed, The blues are moving ahead,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
What’s yours is yours!
The sky is boundless, Human destiny is also quite short and impermanent. No matter how powerful a person is, he can’t be more accurate than the sky.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
A Mother's Love, a Child's Wings
From a small bud, you held me in your womb, A story of love blooms and is spelled out. Your arms were like a nest so hot and wide
By Goal of Spirit2 years ago in Poets
Horizon of Love
A mother's love, a pericous find, Emotion, strength, and power, all entwined. A pillar of support, a guiding light, Healing hearts, and making everything right.
By HASSON BANO HASHMI2 years ago in Poets
The Shadows of Whispering Pines. Content Warning.
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
The love we give…
Let me love you as I could, Not as you will or as I need to. For love, to linger, have to be free, and what you want for
By Kamal O. Touhami2 years ago in Poets
remembering
mother was afraid to hammock. afraid to fall. but mother understood courage.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
Soul Purpose
What a stunning gift of Spirit, Your revealing secures our victory
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets