Gratitude

one and only. Content Warning.
he tells me that he loves me but he only says it in the dark only with mystery and danger when we can’t see who we are he tells me that he needs me
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Keys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A poem about Fate
In the big shadows cast by destiny's decree, Where all the paths get far away and futures intertwine, There lies the dance of fate's long line,
By el hariti adil2 years ago in Poets
The Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Looking Glass
I see you through the Window pain, I feel your pane Of heartbroken glass I’ll do what I can Praying that I’m enough to
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Turning Pages of Life. Top Story - April 2024.
Life’s like a book — some parts are good, others not so much. Still, keep turning the pages; you might find the best chapter next. If someone hurts you, choose to forgive or just let it be, but never change who you are for them.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
My Life, My Choice!
Deciding not to worry about results makes me feel relaxed. What comes in the end might not matter. In the past, I always argued about right and wrong and wanted specific outcomes. But not anymore. People have their wants, and that’s fine — no need to insist on things.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
"Exploring the Map of the Heart"
In the fabric of time, where do I belong? A question whispered in the quiet of the night, Echoing through the chambers of my soul,
By Alecia Harriott2 years ago in Poets
Augury
Mo(u)rning Doves Blue rings Round dark eyes With spotted wings. Beautiful bird, Symbol of innocence, Free like the so(u)l
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Proofs and Theories . Content Warning.
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Poetic Ghost
I know I shouldn't have Come here, the Paradise hill Mistakes from hill (hell) but came here, no one could save Who told me to
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Grace In Bloom
The rain has passed, the earth's reborn, With tender shoots that greet the morn The sun, with golden warmth and light,
By Ritviz2 years ago in Poets