Gratitude

October is My Happy Place
October is the pumpkin patch where I was born Where I am among my favorite fellow gourds The same place a little gourd would sprout from my own vine
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
This Is Our Life. Top Story - September 2026.
Dear Family, We have been through many storms, Many that most wouldn't have sailed; We lost each other, We argued, We fought;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Poets
October
I joined the world as it was dying Awakened to a chill in the morning air The scent of charred wood in a breeze Funny how the swan song is so lovely
By Raine Fielderabout a month ago in Poets
Lab Grown Flower
Lab Grown Flower They grew me under glass, where daylight never came, fed me drops of colour, then whispered me a name.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Third Eye
The Third Eye I grew an eye where silence lives, right in the middle of all I hide. It does not blink at pretty lies, it opens wide when truth walks by.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
DREAMER DREAM
DREAMER DREAM Dreamer dream beneath the night, let your worries lose their fight, close your eyes and drift away, leave the darkness where it lay.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Second Chair
The Second Chair At the table a chair pulled out. Not pushed in. I set two plates. One fork. One knife. The knife on the left. It should be on the right.
By Jinabout a month ago in Poets
Ellipsis
I loved you before I knew your name Your simple three dots spoke louder to me than all the words on the page. You represented immediately the way of my mind
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Rehab Requiem. Top Story - September 2026.
Wernicki-Korsakoff Syndrome. Ventricles enlarging. Confabulation. Brain atrophy. Down-regulated souls. Deliberate cold exposure.
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout a month ago in Poets
TRUTH
TRUTH Truth stared straight into my eyes, it never blinked or turned away, I tried to hide behind myself, but truth had something else to say.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Trap of Undefined Goodness
My dear, please wake up: Don't entrust your life to an undefinable "goodness." My dear, wake up. Don't be held hostage by those seemingly noble but flimsy words—especially that one, revered by countless people as a belief: Good deeds bring good rewards.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets
All That Is
The contests start; the contests end. I throw my hat in and let it go. Will it win? I can’t say. All that is is what I wrote.
By Ophelia Keane Braedenabout a month ago in Poets