Gratitude

If They Could Speak
If animals speak, Would everyone's troubles grow small? Or would we spiral, Into a forbidden chaos? ----- ------- -----
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Monsters Feet
In childhood days of laughter and play, Pickled Onion Monster Munch held sway. A packet of crisps, bursting with zest, Each crunch a memory, forever blessed.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
My Original Pot of Golden Joy
In Mom's warm kitchen, memories ignite, Of childhood snacks, a pure delight. White bread baked with poppy seeds' grace, A canvas for nostalgia, a cherished place.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
Empty Souls
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
My Grandmother's Love In A Jar
As a child, I eagerly awaited the sweet treat of sunkissed berries while pink flowers in long panicles adorned the branches for weeks before pastel yellow, waxy and juicy fruit appeared in clusters.
By Ali SP2 years ago in Poets
Into the Unknown
For those who wonder, She is okay. "She's enjoying life!" Many do say. Little do they see, She's come a long way. Moved to the city with hopes and dreams,
By V2 years ago in Poets
TO KNOW YOU
I've given up on ideas of grandeur They had only ever stemmed from my lack I'm taking pleasure in the simple moments The sun on my skin
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Poets
Old Lady
I notice I am fading; I am given a dilemma = Do I fight it? There are things offered all the time: Serum for this, cream for that.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Popping Sweetness
Can you hear it? Something popping inside my mouth. Or maybe it is from my head. Weird sounds but I like it. Can you hear it?
By Lou_Einale2 years ago in Poets
We Walk Together
We walked down to the beach, my soul sister and I, and went our separate ways. I walked towards the water. Once I reached the shore, I realized just how low the tide was. I was so excited. The lower the tide, the better the shells! But as I walked, I forgot to look for shells. I just couldn’t stop looking at the sky. The sun was such a bright orange-red. I could almost see the flames dancing in the sky. And the colors…I had never seen such gorgeous or vibrant pastel colors.
By Priestess Ganesa2 years ago in Poets
“The Brutal Truth Of Women’s Intuition”
There’s this voice in the back of my mind, It sings in all honesty without being fare, A motivator yet the words it spells isn’t always so kind.
By Kristen Bansfield -Pen Name K.R.Fields2 years ago in Poets