Gratitude

I Died Last Night. Top Story - July 2025.
I died last night in the darkened gloom. I died in arms bereft of bloom. Tears I’ve shed for lost branches’ warmth, Yearning more than the memories formed.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
I Can't Tell You How
I can't tell you how I love you because I might forget how it began, uncertain and excited. I might mention how you stopped my breath on our first date in your orange crewneck sweater. You walked up to me from the other side of the bar and I felt like the luckiest person knowing you were there for me. And I might mention how I left your side because I knew how long you might stay if I didn't. I might also mention how you left the second time because I hadn't told you.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Sunlight Revelations
My eyes close as sunshine glides between oxygen filled spaces The sound of sea foam and waves crashing Basking under sun drenched sky the water glistens in its own meditation
By Theresa Marie Cainabout a year ago in Poets
The Surface Hold Its Breath
It begins with a hush so wide you could walk across it— a pond before the stone, skin of the world stretched, waiting. ***
By Denise Larkinabout a year ago in Poets
Echo From The Mountaintops
Echo From The Mountaintops Echo from the mountaintops, where earth and heaven meet, lift your voice in quiet strength, let it rise on steady feet.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Healing After a Cherished Memory
Everyone has their own path to walk, and along the way, there are hurdles to overcome. For you, this person was both a barrier and the most beautiful scenery you had ever seen. This journey has brought both joy and hardship.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Greatest Word is I Love You
The Greatest Word is I Love You In quiet nights and morning’s gleam, we share a sweet and simple dream, no diamonds shine, no crowns compare
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Twists and Turns
Twists and Turns I never asked for easy roads, or signposts pointing home, I walked where shadows split the light, and carved my path alone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I Manifested the Goal
This is my life now, two kids often tagging along wherever I go. My job is to teach, show, nurture their young minds, and protect from perils.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you You weren’t there to begin with
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
THEY VANISH, WE SPEAK. Content Warning.
“For Ernesto Ayala Jr., who dared to stand in light while the system cloaked itself in shadows.” Ernesto Ayala Jr., you will not vanish from memory.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Swaddled in Pink Hospital Sheets
Nineteen hours of hard labor Counting minutes, here it comes, the tiny quiver turning into pulsating agony Rolling, throbbing, and consuming me
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets