Gratitude

They Left, but Their Memories Stayed
They Left, but Their Memories Stayed By Ali Asad Ullah They left. Not with a bang, Not with a door slammed shut, But with a silence so loud
By Ali Asad Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Two Hearts, One Home
Two Hearts, One Home Chapter 1: The Empty House The old cottage at the end of Maplewood Lane had been empty for years. Its whitewash was peeling, the garden was overgrown, and the wooden porch was cracked from the sheer weight. But when Daniel first saw it, he didn’t see decay – he saw a future.
By MR SAMIMabout a year ago in Poets
All the Things Found & Forgotten
June 26: Temporal Inventory Records - Catalog secondhand objects with their attached timeline fragments. Include detailed provenance for each item’s emotional history. Use both retail and historical terminology. Consider how objects carry multiple stories simultaneously. End with finding an object that connects past and future. - Daily Poetry Writing Prompts 2025
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
I just need a rest
I just need a rest. Don't think too badly that I'm not here. I'm trying my best. There's nothing wrong and nothing to fear.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
The Clockmaker's Lament . Content Warning.
In a village lost beyond the trees, Where wind sang low and time would freeze, There lived a man with silvered hands, Who built the clocks with trembling plans. His house was filled with ticking ghosts, Each whispering what he feared the most— The hours he'd carved, then let slip by, The love he left to calcify. He forged each cog with aching grace, While shadows gathered 'round his face. No one came to wind his days, He lived alone, in winding haze. At dusk, he'd light a single flame, And whisper once her vanished name. A girl who danced where time stood still— A ghost he couldn't fix or will. He made her watch with inlaid gold, It never ticked, it never told. A frozen hour behind the glass, Where every second failed to pass. They say she died at twenty-three, And time, since then, refused to be. He locked his clocks behind a door, And turned their faces to the floor. The village children, brave and bored, Once dared to knock, to touch the hoard. He let them in, then let them see— A thousand clocks that would not flee. But in that room, one thing was clear— Not one ticked loud enough to hear. They beat like hearts that had grown still, Or mouths that whispered against will. Then one day, he was simply gone. No fire lit, no curtains drawn. But every clock began to chime— All struck the hour: the end of time. Now travelers claim they hear the song, Of ticking where it don't belong. A haunted rhythm in the air, Of love, and loss, and disrepair.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Poets
Is Age a Gift, and Self-Love Our Greatest Redemption?
People and things in the world have their time to come and go. We just need to cultivate ourselves to be our best and then wait quietly."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Even a Gull Has a Mate
A piercing, shrill cry The wings beat firmly against the wind The beak, curved and sharp Pierces the prey with intensity.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
Never Waste Time
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world” Every one of us has the ‘right’
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
A Life Of Value
“Try not to become a person of success, but rather try to become a person of value” It is far more important to be ‘a person of value’
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
When Life Blocks Your Words, Punch Back with Poetry
Have you ever felt like life just steals your creativity? That’s been me lately. Bills stacking up, endless work calls, family stuff, and somehow, my brain just… shuts down. The words I used to love pouring out now feel stuck, like they’re trapped behind an invisible wall.
By Shafi Ullah Darweshabout a year ago in Poets
(Un)Fortunate Cookies
Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you... ...unless you are a troublesome person. * You are a loyal friend... ...until you matter to no one.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Let Me Paint Me A New Life
Let Me Paint Me A New Life If a picture paints so many words my picture would be my mistakes neglecting my health my diet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets