Gratitude

Smile
A smile conveys many meanings from gritted teeth to jubilation, a language learnt from birth intrinsic to all. - A smile from ear to ear
By Alexander Stoddart4 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, A Poem About Homelessness and Human Dignity
Dear Moon, You have watched them sleep beneath cardboard shelters their breath visible in your cold light and bodies curled
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
The Villain You Invented
You said at dinner, with a smirk on your face, That I’ve been molding young minds out of place. You called me the villain, a quiet deceiver,
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Poets
Can You Take Back a Heart's Invitation?
I never saw myself as someone who cared deeply for others, yet I met someone who could so easily withdraw their invitation to love. It's best to clarify things quickly and treat it as a misunderstanding. I'm not a bad person. Someone who hasn't given their heart and soul has no right to call me bad. I don't need his chances.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
Nondum omnium dierum sol occidit
Today upon the stairs, I took a step and missed, Rolled down upwards tempests, just to land in hot sand, Welcomed by friendly pests, and the king in the land,
By Vili4 months ago in Poets
Guardians of the Heart
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Ego
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The Rain
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
WELCOME INVITATION
You color my soul While placing joy in my heart Let’s fall together
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
Rub My Feet Dear Jo
Rub My Feet Dear Jo Rub my feet dear Jo, they ache from endless day. The ground has taken all of me, and left me tired and sore.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
SOFTLY
Nature calls me home Soft winds carry me to rest Summer was the best
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
I’m Your Villain
There are fire opals and sunstones raging in my veins, a molten clock that only beats when you appear A kiln inside me where the sun you give me glow
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets