Gratitude

he rides a pony. Content Warning.
hide and speak. you find me, forgetting i'm not lost and i don’t need saving. i am authentic at any cost except myself.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Fire and Fury (and Something More)
As I sit, looking at the sun rise over a wet and dreary Paisley, I think about death, about loss— about Dad, and those who faced
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Love in a box
I'm putting our love in a box, those complete twenty-years and some. I'm putting our love on standby until we both know what life wants. I'm hurt, a stale frustrated, full of glitch words shouldn't be a justification to break those vows that we took. But life is unfair and its karma comes back as an end of a tale.
By Lasha Deselaabout a year ago in Poets
Transformations
To change to a new set of clothes, skin, wings or just metamorphosis. To be able to mold, to fold, or to make thoughts flexible.
By Lasha Deselaabout a year ago in Poets
Just a Note
I know a you that no-one knows but me. While it's true that we are all different versions to different people, I know a unique you
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Reach of My Pen
Who will it bring a smile to As they read the word upon each page word that share many stories Of both the good and the bad story,
By M. W. Larsenabout a year ago in Poets
touchy-feely. Top Story - June 2025.
I'm the one who won't pass on a hug And will squish you like a koala hugs his favourite spot, His perfect view from above the eucalyptus.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Three Butterflies
Three Butterflies A yellow butterfly kissed my hand then twirled away like it was planned no rush, no fuss, just soft and bright
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Darkest Rose
The Darkest Rose The darkest rose was beautiful not one but me would love it I photographed it quietly kissed its saddest petal
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Trio
Summer rain, Dance on my heart, To breathe, Walk with me, Warmth here, What beauty, This world, Grateful still, Waltzing trio,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
Quiet
Powerful concentration on those we separate, Nobody wants to hear your voice, A change that will never happen, I will not stop until someone listens to me,
By Tambourine Manabout a year ago in Poets
You Are The Sun
(You Are the Sun) Out where the wild wind tangles the trees, And laughter runs free on the backs of the breeze, I find my spirit dancing in gold—
By Zakari Rungeabout a year ago in Poets