Gratitude

A Garden Says Thank You Like This!
A garden can’t talk Not verbally like humans do. But it speaks, In silent, sacred ways. It shows love. It offers thank you.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Guardian Angel
Introduction This is a sonnet about looking out for someone who means a lot to you. Guardian Angel 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♂️♎💜♉🧚‍♂️🧚‍♀️🧚I Am Your Guardian AngelI'll Always Keep You Safe From HarmOn Those Days That The Cold Snow FellI Was The One Who Kept You Warm🧚‍♂️I'll Be The One To Calm Your FearsI'm Standing Always By Your SideWiping Away Any Sad TearsTo Make You Forget That You Cried🧚‍♂️I Will Always Be Close to YouTo Hold You When You Need A HugTogether We Are Always TrueThat's How We Always Show Our Love🧚‍♂️Always I'll Be Sure You Are WellI Am Your Guardian Angel🧚🧚‍♀️🧚‍♂️♎💜♉🧚‍♂️🧚‍♀️🧚
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Take the “S” Off of Scares and What Do You Get?
Take the “S” off of scares and what do you get? Answer: Cares The “S” looks like a wave of smoke. Let the smoke waft into the air, and remain calm, because He cares for your every need. He also blesses you with many of your hearts desires too. You don’t have to be scared when you finally realize how much He’s cared for you throughout your lifetime, from your conception in your mother’s womb, to the connection you make when you ponder on all these things!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Power March
We march down rhythm street, to meet the Truth and proclaim His praise. We won’t back away from the honor that is due His Name.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Chalk Dust and Skipping Ropes
Chalk Dust and Skipping Ropes We carved our worlds in concrete squares with chalky hands and sun-bleached hair feet bare or scuffed in worn-out shoes
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Dance Of The Solstice Spirits
Introduction This is my forty-fourth piece inspired by Angie's work, and I am grateful that she has allowed me to do this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Honey Pot Of Luck
The Honey Pot Of Luck I keep it close, this jar of gold not for sugar, not for show but for the way it seems to hold a kind of pull the old folks know
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Apotropaic
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Just A Bee On A Flower
Just A Bee On A Flower The bee lands gently, not rushed, not frantic. Its tiny legs find hold on the soft petal. A moment held, quiet, almost still,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My Readers, My Supporters
My readers are precious, They fuel my motivations and offer much needed support. They keep my writing fire burning, even when there are no rewards.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
When the roses bloom
There is a moment when the rose is already there and already smells, but it has not yet bloomed. There is a moment when you already want to smell it, but it still has so much to bloom and to tell us something that few will have the patience to notice, smell, and feel.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Land Rover – SWB and LWB
Ode to the Land Rover – SWB and LWB O faithful beast of steel and soil, Built not for polish, but for toil, You wore the dirt like noble thread,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets