Ballad
Áine at Lough Gur
Introduction This is my twenty-seventh piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. I love that Justine always gives the full story behind the painting, which gives me more than just the painting to work from.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 10 hours ago in Poets
My Pain. Content Warning.
I felt your rain upon my face as it trinkled down my throat. I danced in rain all about your place; squished it between my toes, accepting the cleansing restoration, return of all lost hope, peeling back the layered sands as the lands still flood below. lifting worship, I praise your name, cause your strength is how I cope. A gift to all of God's creation, let Jesus steer your boat. He calms the seas. He brings you rain. He will keep you afloat. He has the keys to break all the chains; to Him I shall devote. He loved us then, as He loves us now; restores all whom are broke. He is our peace. Oh! Hear how He cries. . please. Don't get trapped within the smoke. Everly patient, graciously waiting, Jesus Christ come quickly you alone are our only hope!
By Dina Evans about 18 hours ago in Poets
Years
All those years ago, we didn't need the rest of the world. We had our own rhythm, our own quiet language, and a kind of gravity that pulled us together when everything else spun out. I can still feel the exact temperature of those nights, the way your breath felt against my skin before the years piled up between us, back when we were fierce, untouched, and entirely ours.
By Syl De'Vilabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Take a Whiff of October. Top Story - October 2026.
It’s the smell that hits you first Something charred, something burnt Pumpkin spiced alcohol Party kids getting turnt The township of October Has many alleys, many corners Every nook and every cranny Has a different weeping mourner
By Stephen Kramer Avitabilea day ago in Poets
