Gratitude
Twelve Flowers for You. Top Story - September 2026.
I picked twelve flowers for you today. The first flower I found was a vibrant blue Delphinium . Life feels so natural when I talk with you. Your words flow with ease and turn my moody blues into sparkling stars flowing in the dark blue sky of love.
By Rick Henry Christopher about a month ago in Poets
The Paradise Within
A peaceful night, a cup of hot tea brewed for yourself—happiness is the understanding and longing found in tranquility. You've finally arrived here, beginning to reclaim your life, becoming the sole master of your world.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets
I Hope
I hope life will treat you kindly. I hope, with everything that remains inside me, that the world will be gentle with you. I hope it will not ask you to carry more than your heart can bear. I hope that when you wake up in the morning, there will be something waiting for you that makes getting out of bed feel worthwhile. I hope there will be sunlight on the days when everything feels dark. I hope there will be warmth when the world feels cold. I hope there will be someone beside you when silence becomes too heavy to carry alone.
By Zakari Rungeabout a month ago in Poets
The Great Fight. Top Story - September 2026.
For nearly two decades, I lived with a weight crushing my spirit. That beast we call suicidal ideation would gnaw on my neurons taking bites big enough to choke on leaving intrusive thought remnants in its wake. I'm not sure one can fully understand the gravity of waking every morning years on end feeling disappointed that they awoke at all until they've lived it, breathed it in with morning sunlight, become it with every aching bone and muscle of a body begging to just give up. Until then, you can only imagine. Likewise, on the other side of such unnameable sadness, you can't truly comprehend the ecstacy within me when I can finally say, "I am happy right now," because no one knows how I burnt down to the ground, my innards charred to a crisp with every phase of moon. Only I was witness to my bare hands cupping ash and pressing inward until diamond bricks emerged for me to lay my foundation with. Blood and sweat and tears poured from me like a rusty faucet, tendons ripped femurs snapped for me to be able to climb and reach this current perspective worthy of so many wows, it was not an easy battle. But it is absolutely possible to survive your own mental warfare. You must simply be a warrior with love for your own survival.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a month ago in Poets
