Gratitude

FREESTYLE 2
Lately I’ve been really quiet Not the type to start a riot Praying for my loved ones gone (R.I.P.) Legacy continues on & we also lost Bray Wyatt
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
A Broken Necklace
The ruby is there. I am grateful, It fell to the ground, A crack formed, I am saddened, I loved my necklace.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Poets
~Alphabetical Dream!~
~Alphabetical Dream!~ About My Love, Dear, Don't be Afraid... Baby, Maybe, if You Came to Me and looked Me in the eyes, Dared to be Brave
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Whispers of Aroma
In the realm where scents drift and swirl, A tapestry woven in every perfumed curl, In the whispers of aroma, emotions unfurl,
By SJ2 years ago in Poets
The Tapestry of Touch
In the realm of sensation, where touch is king, A world of stories, on fingertips, they cling, In the tapestry of touch, feel everything,
By SJ2 years ago in Poets
The Banquet of Flavors
In the realm where taste reigns supreme, A world unfolds, like a gourmet dream, Here in flavors, life's stories teem, In the banquet of taste, let your senses gleam.
By SJ2 years ago in Poets
The Comfort of Stagnation
Change is a fundamental aspect of life, yet our minds often resist it vehemently. Like a river unwilling to alter its course, we cling to familiarity, fearing the unknown currents of transformation. This resistance, deeply ingrained within us, finds its roots in a complex interplay of psychological conditioning and societal norms.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Poets
In Your Absence
At least, Before I Can see you again, I Do not Expect our Fire to maintain its light. I Go into the High peaks for warmth, peer my face
By Sone Kramer2 years ago in Poets
No Goodbye Regrets
We are ships passing in the night, With only a few joining the fleet for the long haul, The rest bump against the bow, And disappear over the horizon when destiny calls.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Repair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A long journey
Away from home, Beyond the horizon, Chasing the life of my dreams, Driven by my heart's desire, Embarking the bustling streets of Manhattan,
By Parvathi J2 years ago in Poets
on being seen
a mention of you and i am beside myself cradling the memories of your demureness, the versatility of you, modest, yet effervescent when you had to be, i
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets