Gratitude

Self-Care
“Take time every day to do what makes your soul happy.” Doing something every day that ‘you’ want to do and that makes ‘you’ happy,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Saved by grace
Saved by Grace At the mountain of Hillsong where the birds sing, with echo , along with the running waters, there i found my peace, my joy, and my life, after a season of regreting my life, not knowing i could be saved, only if I knew life had a second chance, perhaps I wouldnt be the slave of my actions.
By Uhone Titus 3 months ago in Poets
Words They Don’t Say
I used to ask him, when I was a kid, about the war— what it meant to him. ~~~ His smile would falter or alter politely
By SUEDE the poet3 months ago in Poets
Moonlight Lessons: A Year of Becoming. AI-Generated.
We look up at the Moon more often than we realize. While walking home, sitting on rooftops, waiting in quiet stillness, or wishing for something we cannot name — the Moon is always there. It does not speak, yet it understands.
By Sajjad Ali3 months ago in Poets
The Word That Lives
The Word That Lives Poetry calls to me, when the night grows long, when the room feels tight, and silence takes hold.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
I may have not found your dad, but…
I have found the ones you call uncle. They’re the ones who will take you out for sneaky late night drives while I’m asleep.
By 𓍢ִ໋. ✿ Ghislaine ✿ 𓍢ִ໋. 3 months ago in Poets
Veterans
Honor among others Preserving what is right Protecting us now. ****** Soldiers fighting now for our dreams to be true thank you so much.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Poets
VI. Becoming
Resurrection is patient— and merciful. We found each other again not as saviors, but as survivors who chose healing as daily bread.
By SUEDE the poet3 months ago in Poets
ONE FRAME AT A TIME
Frame 1: The First Light A hush before the morning speaks, Soft breath of dawn between the peaks. A trembling world of silver hue,
By charles chaiko3 months ago in Poets
To be living is to change
Look at the world around you Constantly changing Even something seemingly still is shifting - Trees tell me to look at their rings,
By 𓍢ִ໋. ✿ Ghislaine ✿ 𓍢ִ໋. 3 months ago in Poets
The Song of the Forsaken Poet
The Song of the Forsaken Poet I wrote in quiet, Love in each line Words reached out, Heart open wide Joy marked the start, Warm and bright
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Power of Choosing Silence
Sometimes I choose silence, not because I don't care, but because I know that talking too much only makes things more complicated. The more complicated the matter, the more I want to brush it off simply. The more vulnerable I feel, the stronger I appear.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets