Gratitude

Memories
Introduction These are just some words about how, when we lose friends and things we love, the memories are always with us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
You See The Spirit World
You See The Spirit World You say you see them, like others see rain, Casual, passing, nothing worth fearing, But your eyes hold too much distance,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
. . . . . . . I love you, I love you, I love you . . . . .forever and a day
🚀 🚀💙💗💗 .💗💗.💗💗💗🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀💙💗🌹 LOVE🌹💛💗🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀💙❤🌹 LOVE 🌹💛💗🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀💙💗🌹 LOVE🌹💛💗🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀💚💚💚 .💗💚 💚💚💛🚀 🚀
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne7 months ago in Poets
Motherly
Sometimes I can see through my own skin and I don’t like the way the light shines behind it like an egg under a heat lamp
By Olivia Dodge7 months ago in Poets
Burning Eye
eat the sun, eat her whole— the most powerful force in our universe, healer and destroyer . encircle her, blind her with your body—
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
Spirit Reader? Are You A Witch?
Spirit Reader? Are You A Witch? They lean in when you speak, half afraid, half needing, Their questions heavy with things they will not say aloud,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
I Was Healing My Soul
On this Sunday morning, I was sitting in the backyard, soaking my skin in sunlight, basking in the fragrance of jasmine,
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Crows on Sycamore
winter dust settles crows wait on the sycamore ready now to fly. Note: Sometimes, I saw crows waiting for all members of the group to arrive, so they can fly to their night shelter.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
The Witch of Reasons
The Witch of Reasons She walks where questions gather thick, in corners where no light will stay, her breath a hush of knowing cold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒!
I love sitting out here in the morning with my thoughts and a cup of strong coffee I don't see the houses they're building
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
Cotton Came Back to Say Goodbye
When Cotton disappeared, We accepted that she had gone away To die in private Like many of the other friendly strays One by one, outdoor cats that seemed healthy
By Cheryl E Preston7 months ago in Poets
Blooming Within
Blooming Within A face half hidden, soft with grace, Where colour breathes and vines unfold, A quiet garden lives inside,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets