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Time Does Not Always Heal
Five Years Ago... You Passed Away, Brother. The Night before I was Holding Your Hand and Thinking about when we were Younger...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)8 months ago in Poets
Peek-a-Boo
So, you have a naughty toddler Throwing tantrums at the store Biting, Kicking, Pulling hair, ‘til you’re crying on the floor.
By Amos Glade8 months ago in Poets
Is True Strength Found in Acceptance?
There is no permanent peak and no eternal trough. True strength isn't about forgetting, but about accepting. Accept the impermanence of the world, embrace loneliness and frustration, welcome the sudden sense of powerlessness, acknowledge your own imperfections, and make peace with confusion, anxiety, and regrets.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
In Plain Sight
If I wanted to vanish I’d first replace my scent. So the wolves couldn’t find me. Or change my attire, like the one-eyed cat behind the dumpster at Taco Bell.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
to knowing a problem. Content Warning.
to all the fried fish, and the fresh ones. to the ones who take the bait. to the hooks, lines, and sinkers taken to the pain.
By ⸘jason alan‽8 months ago in Poets
The Untouchable Duo
Work ability is important, but without responsibility and trust, how far can you go? “Your ability determines how fast you can go, and your character determines how far you can go.” – (John C. Maxwell)
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
The Light of Forgiveness. AI-Generated.
1. From Darkness to Light: Amir was once a restless and arrogant young man from a quiet village. He had no connection with prayer or the Quran. His days were spent hanging out with friends, listening to loud music, and wasting time. Whenever the mosque’s muezzin called the adhan (call to prayer), Amir would turn up the volume of his radio to drown it out. His mother, Hamidah, was a beautiful woman. Every night, she would rise for Tahajjud prayer and cry to Allah, making one sincere dua: “O Allah, guide my son. Show him the path of truth.”
By Mohammad Shariful Islam8 months ago in Poets
A Letter To My Younger Self: A Poem About Healing And Growth
Dear younger me, I see you — small hands clutching uncertainty, eyes wide with the hunger to be understood in a world that rarely pauses to listen.
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
It is Time to Reroute?
If you've walked a road for a long time and still see no hope, consider letting go of your obsession, starting fresh, and taking another path. You might reach your destination faster.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
Seeing But Unheard
I See It... The Pains that You Feel... The Fears that are Driving You... The Struggles You're Trying to Overcome. I Hear It...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)8 months ago in Poets
HOW TO BEHAVE
The mother hen lays on top of her eggs, Heating her eggs, Her heat formed life inside. While she's on that mission, She cut down on her every day activities, family and social life.
By Irene Mugang Narewec 8 months ago in Poets
Without emotions
The change to fulfill the void the venting words going to the empty space of nowhere connecting to the guts to emulate the communication between the mind, body and heart.
By Lasha Desela8 months ago in Poets