Gratitude

Where are my readers from
Where are my readers from I wonder who is reading these quiet lines. what part of the world. From what location, or corner of the world
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
A Collection of Stars
Like stars reflected in the water I gather you into my hands - that precious past since crystallized into remembrance; little lights flashing in my mind's eye, like fireflies at twilight's edge.
By Amanda Starks2 months ago in Poets
The Path Back to Pebble Beach. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
The season changes but the memories, soaked in everlasting summer, do not. Even as the sun dips below the horizon, tucks itself into the hills and curls beneath the valleys
By sleepy drafts2 months ago in Poets
Mending. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Several weeks ago the daylight shortened and night began lengthening - An unspoken message to all that it was time to begin the season of gathering,
By Pōlani Monderen 2 months ago in Poets
Echoes on the Breeze. Winner in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Echoes on the breeze Exhaust fumes, contrails Linger as reminders ~ Poesy these lines For my erudite Verbosity Can’t replace
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Gathering Memories
Gathering Memories I gather the days I lived, holding them close, feeling their weight, before they fade. I gather the hours I lost, moving like ash,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Shadow Kiss
The Shadow Kiss Your love drifted in like a shadow, Silent across the floor, It found the place I hid in, It opened every door.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
revealing memory. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
my wife started scrapbooking, collecting pictures from before us and since us and from now and from then and then gluing them in a spiral-bound sketchbook to
By kp2 months ago in Poets
The Calendar That Never Learned My Name
The calendar hangs smug and flat, a grid of bossy squares, Each little box is a rented cage for sanitized affairs. It circles dates in lipstick red and calls them “must” and “should,”
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
A Harvest of Memory
Plant the seeds now, in the actions we take In laughter and love, joy and regret Seeds of the memories that we will make Parts of our lives that we'd grieve to forget.
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Poets
Houseplants We Promised to Love
We filled the apartment with houseplants the way some people fill it with children— hopeful, underqualified, carrying more Pinterest than practice.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Silence And Dreams
Silence And Dreams In the silence where shadows linger, a whisper travels through the night, threads of fate converge softly,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets