Gratitude

Perfume
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By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Autumn Feels
Hot coffee, warm hands Steamy mornings and window mist Smiles drawn and wiped away Swirling winds, wild whistles Creaks and groans from a changing home
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Poets
The Garden of Endless Hopes
I planted one hope, watered it with sleepless nights, fed it with sacrifice. It bloomed— yet two more rose in its shadow.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
Love: Cherish, Don't Regret
There's no such thing as regret in love, only cherishing it or not cherishing it. Those who don't know how to cherish you have no regrets at all. There are no missed opportunities in love, only missed opportunities in general.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
What Could Have Been
Introduction Many of these challenges I have already written poems for, but a lot of forms have been missed, including many on Vocal's poetry list when you submit.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
"Some Moments of Peace"
In the darkness of the night the feeling of loneliness silence of the world roaring of the wind smells of the flower flying of the bats
By M.Changerabout a year ago in Poets
"Tears in the Darkness"
A mindblowing peace finds me in the deep dark night. I sit alone in the quiet, thinking of my own fragile soul. From a heart burdened by life,
By M.Changerabout a year ago in Poets
Becoming
Sitting in a chair She ponders on her old self Chair rocking with creaks Choices she has made Her own internal battle Both angry and sad A feeling of pride Defeating negative thoughts Knowing she has grown With ignorance gone New light breaks through what was scars Shame now pride and hope She has empathy Burying the dead shed skin Looking back no more
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Fallen Colors
Yellow, Orange, Red Leaves tumble past my window Beauty makes me weep
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Moon
Dear Mr. Moon that shines so bright Surrounded by millions of stars each night I look at you with all the dreams and hope in my heart
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Poets
The Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
By Saqib Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
honey and apples
Purified Crystallised Sugar and syrup. Delicate, tender The perfect mix. Over the shoulder A gentle touch Of freshness;
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets