We call ourselves wise — it may be the case when we are calm, when we have ample self-love. When we wallow in self-hatred,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
fractures of the broken, peel the innocence like nails revealing bare bone taking control creating the impotence that exposes and keeps me alone
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
Like Hannah My grief masquerades As something detested The pathetic, maddened, unyielding woman. Stolen screams in the night
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Poets
Haunted by plasmic ascendents long stranger to me, surviving bottle neck and extermination, I’ve been turned ghost in the desert, mourner by the sea.
By Chaia Levi10 months ago in Poets
If you want to improve your life, stay away from people who make you uncomfortable. A while ago, a friend came to have coffee with me. As soon as she sat down, she sighed: "I've been feeling so tired recently..."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
She never knew the strength that came from delicate feathers that could fall and land with a gentle kiss to the ground.
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
“Forgive yourself for the things you didn’t know before. Growth means Learning, not being perfect” It is Important to ‘forgive’ ourselves
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff10 months ago in Poets
“No amount of regret changes the past. No amount of anxiety changes the future. But any amount of Gratitude changes the present”
A compass spins, uncertain, free, Until a magnet's pull takes hold, you see. So too, our spirits drift and roam, Until a purpose calls us home.
By Tafsirul Talukdar luvdo10 months ago in Poets
“If it’s out of your hands, it deserves freedom from your mind too” Out of sight, out of mind! If you cannot do anything about “it”,
I remember her; Lost in a room behind a quiet door, she curled into the hush of pain— clutching her belly like it could hold her together, a little longer.
By Glyds10 months ago in Poets
Written, created, edited, produced into a story directly from my brain adventures of dreams and living in a paint bucket amidst a tortured economy and chaotic political climate in 2025.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
