A light that glows leading you to me shining a path bringing you closer to brighter days. * A superior glow enlightening your power
By Jack Rayabout a year ago in Poets
Upon waking Morning coffee in hand I open the sliding doors to the back deck Overlooking the serene river Peacefulness in the early morning
By Pamela Dirrabout a year ago in Poets
I wake up and wonder what the day will bring, if my clothes will fit the way I want, or hopelessly cling. I look at the time: For a few more minutes, I'm free
By Maddy Newtabout a year ago in Poets
It's he who's sorry for this relationship, not you. So, you shouldn't be the one imprisoned by hatred; instead, you should be glad. Consider the price you paid to truly know this person.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
A flaming sky burns the edges of my consciousness re-shaping, escaping ordinary hues melting rigid scars into shimmering
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
“Don’t let the sadness of your past and the fear of your future ruin the happiness of your present” Live in the moment!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
“Our days are happier when we give people a piece of our heart instead of a piece of our mind” Let’s face it, this is not always easy.
“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always” This is such a good reminder to be kind to everyone we meet,
I was new to immigrant life, lonely, away from familiarity. After my spouse went to work, I was alone, with no one to talk to.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
She possessed the gall, to give it all, from the depths of poverty, she knew His true Sovereignty. We, too, can give, in the midst of meager resources,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
He Grew Weed in the Loo There once was a poet who lived down our street His habits were odd and his poems were sweet He cared for his garden, well, sort of, it’s true
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
