Gratitude

Oh Sydney
Oh Sydney what a city. A combination of all worlds, but not orcs, or dwarf , or not an Elf, mostly coloniazers and new world comers and the extinction of Aborigines, in which a Peruvian Restaurant is publicly shown without not fear. Oh Sydney, I feel like home, because your sun rays reminds me of Sevilla, your architecture to an old Center town in Düsseldorf, but it is Sydney all afterwards with the Harbour bridge as a backdrop landmark and the Quay circle to backfill the situation. Thanks for giving me this water energetic spectacle and vivid dreams of lights projecting on a city canvas, in which I showered to continue fighting through life and to enjoy it as much as I can.
By Lasha Deselaabout a year ago in Poets
Go Away. Top Story - May 2025.
You scare me The way when fear consumes the body and one can barely breathe You terrify me The way when fear causes you to act like a deer and freeze in place
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Mastering Time, Discovering Calm
If one day, you no longer seek love but just love; you no longer crave success but just do it; you no longer pursue empty growth but just start to cultivate your temperament, then everything in your life will truly begin.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
sweet silence
the taste of silence has grown on me that is to say the silence between us no longer squeezes instead, breath comes freely, alfresco
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
Soon There Will Be Buntings Out
Soon There Will Be Buntings Out Soon there will be buntings out strung from porch to post, no doubt and paper stars in windows bright
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
On Grief's Shore.
Someone on here asked me if I’ve ever experienced something that made me truly understand how powerful grief can be, and I thought—what an amazing question. I have to write about it.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
The Truest Witness: Can Time Alone Judge?
Someone once asked me what I like most. I said I like watches and the time on watches. Because in this world, only time will not deceive people, and only time can prove everything. What is true? What is fake?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Opportunity
They do me wrong who say I come no more When once I knock and fail to find you in; For every day I stand outside your door
By Manatwal Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Lest I Stray
I tremble, lest I stray from Thy holy will, for Thou alone dost order my steps aright. Let me not waltz from Thy sacred song,
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
As i wait
There are seasons when waiting feels like breaking. But I’ve come to see those moments not as punishment — but as preparation. This poem is an offering from one of those in-between spaces. Written in a quiet hour. Shared in the spirit of healing.
By Devon logan Mark-Anthony Daniels about a year ago in Poets
This Crazy Little Bubble Called Family.
We laugh, We cry. And, we drive each other up the wall; We argue, We fight, We forgive and forget, Because we don't want to lose it all;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
My First Threesome
I am Amara and I am now thirty, but this happened when I was 27. At the time, I felt like my sex life with my boyfriend Jason had fallen into a routine. That all changed one evening when he came home with a spark in his eyes and an idea that nearly made me choke on my wine.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets