Gratitude

Appreciation
“Appreciate what you have before time makes you appreciate what you had.” I always think of someone I loved who has left us
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Stay Steadfast
“Never stop being a good person, because of bad people.” Your kindness is a shining beacon in a world which is not always kind.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Step Forward
“You don’t have to be great to start. But you have to start to be great.” It can be frightening to start on a new ‘adventure’ in our lives,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Improve Your Life
“You’re 100% responsible for your life. Stop whining and do something about it.” When we take responsibility for our lives,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
A Unique Journey
“Life is a trip. The only problem is that it doesn’t come with a map — we have to search our own routes to reach our destination.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
No One Owns Me
No One Owns Me I walked through fire, and felt no fear, the flames grew high, yet I held my ground. Voices chased me,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Frosted Breath
Space flows freely, following the curvature of a frosty breath— shaping and molding, forever changing. Invisible particles
By K. S. Wren2 months ago in Poets
Curtains That Refuse to Close
Our living room keeps theater hours long past evening’s news; The curtains won’t agree to close—they yawn and then refuse.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Love Notes in the Margins of Sleep
At two a.m., the world goes wide, the clocks forget their keep, and we become footnotes of light—love notes at the edge of sleep.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Harvest praise.
Praises, ode sung to Joy for the abundant grace and blessings this harvest season gathered. ~~~~~~
By Antoni De'Leon2 months ago in Poets
Letters to the Moon
Luna… There are evenings when I feel the world pulling me in a thousand different directions, each one tugging with its own small demand. But tonight, I’ve carved out a quiet pocket of time—stolen, really—to return to you. To your sky. To your steady glow. To the soft conversations we share without ever speaking aloud.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Poets
Lifestyles
Living with purpose, each day a new chance, Inviting growth through each circumstance. Finding joy in the simple and small,
By Lilly2 months ago in Poets