Gratitude

Words that Changed Me To The Core
I'm okay The last two words I said before I found out There's a mass The three words that made my sister and I cry You need a Craniotomy
By Jessica Berkmenabout a year ago in Poets
IT IS WRITTEN
“It’s written,” Whispered by heavens, Murmured by earth, By angels’ embrace And demons’ mirth, By clusters of stars And dust in flow,
By Xubairistotleabout a year ago in Poets
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady This isn’t just a day, it’s a sonic diary wrapped in pink sheets and browser haze. Welcome to the myth of the Pink Lady. This is partly truth and fiction in The Pink Series.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Resilience
Let me begin to re-jog my memory. I started from my apartment and was ready to run around New York City. I saw people I knew,
By Michael Owczarekabout a year ago in Poets
Born from Love
Born from Love Baby meek, baby mild born from love, our beautiful child Eyes that glimmer, soft and true every day I am in awe of you
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Ghost of Time
The Ghost of Time The ghost of time waits in the corners its eyes hidden in shadow it moves through walls and leaves cold footprints on the floor
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Winds of fate. Content Warning.
How long can one lay on the brink of life or death before the choice is taken away? Losing you made me lose the will to live I debated it honestly the reaper testing me I was close once a little bit too close standing on a ledge tip-toed testing waters Looking down below seeing the people scurry like small ants having a purpose Brink of insanity closing my eyes letting the wind choose my fate
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Understanding The Forge Of Creating A Different Future
If you want to Create a Different Future... You must Put Yourself through a Forge. It is a Difficult Thing to Face. There is the Fire of Creation that You Must Immerse Yourself Into.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Silent Bonds
They met in the simplest of ways... two young women, both in their early twenties. One was single—full of dreams and full of faith.
By Val Carlosabout a year ago in Poets
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach Barefoot we walk in the sand waves whisper around our ankles your hand brushing mine the sky heavy with clouds
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets