Gratitude

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Content Warning.
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Symphony
The Spirit was there, singing with us this morning, lifting our voices. Past the dimensions On to Heaven. Angels hovered
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes there’s a season, and sometimes there’s a total eclipse
Every day I dread the music Coming from the depths of my Lazy soul. Sorrows drown out Internal thoughts of possible restoration.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Family Love
In the textile of life, love’s threads do weave, Two kinds of love, both beautiful and naïve. The love of family, steadfast and strong,
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Poets
A Flicker of Belief
In the vast expanse of time, where stars are born and die, There lies a truth profound, whispered 'neath the azure sky.
By Katya Danova2 years ago in Poets
Tower Embrace
Laying on a bench, watching clouds all passing by, head resting lightly, hugged by towering buildings, pigeons treated by strangers.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Night
Beneath the twilight’s soothing hue, Dreams take flight, both old and new. In whispers soft, the night unfolds, A symphony of stories, yet untold.
By KVarnas2 years ago in Poets
The Show
Welcome to where I write Welcome to what sometimes keeps me up And at others helps me sleep at night Welcome to where people gawk
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Yearning
What we yearn for as human beings is to be visible to each other. Jacqueline Novogratz * Remembering the 24 July 2018. *
By Pauline Fountain2 years ago in Poets
Eclipsed at last
Ever wondered if it’s lonely, drifting onward into darkness? Could it discern if its prideful, for its contribution to life?
By L.Clabrough2 years ago in Poets
StrengthVPower
Strength Versus Power Maybe the grass is greener on the other side; but what if you found by the time you were done fighting to attain the other side, the grass would be scorched to dirt, along with the grass you left behind? Would you still be so eager to cross the line, to chase the dream, if you knew the outcome wasn’t going to be what you desired?
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
The world is at my fingertips!
My existence. I am by myself all the time. Within my own space. Either writing or coding. They think I'm lonely. They believe I am alone.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets