Gratitude

TRUMP MADNESS
In the whirlwind of politics, a figure emerged, With bombastic rhetoric, his voice surged. Donald Trump, a name that echoed loud,
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets
WHY SCIENCE
In the halls of knowledge, where mysteries unfold, Scientists tread where few dare to behold. With curiosity as their guiding light,
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets
sometimes i dont want to go home
when rays of light hit her face just so she seems to glow like the sun itself and the rare cackle of her laugh is as powerful
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
the trick
the trick, or should I say, skill, technique, quirk, to life is to keep living, keep going, never stopping, even if life
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Sunday Baskets
He is risen. The gift of redemption completes the basket within the depths of my Easter basket. A big bucket of shells wrapped in a batch. I wouldn’t dare count all my chickens before they hatch.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
FIGHTING ADDICTION
In the depths of despair, where shadows reign, A soul once shackled by the grip of pain. Through the haze of addiction, a journey untold,
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets
The magic and beauty of spring. Content Warning.
In the realm of angst, where shadows abide, I shall speak of spring, a season to confide. For even in nature's grandest display,
By John Biz242 years ago in Poets
Content
On the days following release, you might feel this. It is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world! I feel it like a rush,
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
Humbled By His Existence
The day was a special one, held dear within his heart, A day for family, a day for love, a day for fun, But he lives a solitary existence, a lonely ride,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
"Distraught faces, of despair"
A world of sorrow and pain, There lives a woman with a face of distraught, and vain, But beneath the tears that fall like rain,
By Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia Renee 2 years ago in Poets
Gut Instinct. Content Warning.
I was torn, I didn’t want him, either. He’d been a thorn in my side his entire life. I should have simply left him there,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Three Days
Yesterday, suffering Wailing, nails, tears, spears piercing Tomorrow, Son rise + + + “But the angel answered and said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.”
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets