Gratitude

Fog
Fog The dawn is swallowed whole, blurred shapes where houses should be, lamps floating like lonely moons caught in a pale and breathless sea.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
She Weaves My Rainbows. Top Story - October 2025.
Introduction This is a tribute to my wonderful Muse and an example piece for my forthcoming November Challenge. The music is "Helen Of Troy" by Lorde
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Moonstruck
My dearest Moon, My constant companion Wandering with me down the decades Lending silent support in spades Beaming approval from high in the sky.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 months ago in Poets
Slow Down for True Love
Only by taking it slow can you identify those who truly cherish you. If you want a healthy and stable relationship, don't easily accept someone's initial approach.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
Daydreaming on a Cloud
Daydreaming on a Cloud I floated above the world, watching towns shrink into patterns beneath me. The wind carried me without effort,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
8:22
I edged along the abyss, where even Death seemed generous. I spoke to lifeless clouds, conversation after conversation, no response.
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
My Hunt To Let Jesus In
I went to church wearing jeans, a t-shirt. On my face were scars, a little dirt. There were talks given. I did not hear.
By Darla M Seely3 months ago in Poets
Christmas Haiku 2025
Christmas Haiku 2025 Shining Christmas tree, Tiny hands unwrap pure joy, Laughter lights the room.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Our Hunt For Our First House
House hunting is busy and fun. We need to find the perfect "one." We reject some, consider the rest. Making our house a home, our quest.
By Darla M Seely3 months ago in Poets
The Longest Mile I will walk
The Longest Mile I will walk The longest mile is just the same as the shortest, though it never feels that way, when the night grows heavy on the shoulders,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
A LifeTime Event.
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.3 months ago in Poets
Run
Run— Edited Edition Edited by: Roxana Puia ——————————————————————————————————————— One rock flew, aiming to stop me. A second rock was sent to break my leg — to keep me from running away.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean3 months ago in Poets