Gratitude

The Parchment And The Quill
The Parchment and the Quill This is no sonnet, no rhyme stitched to impress just breath held in ink, scratched down without dress
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Living As A Muslim Isn't Hard
Living as a Muslim isn’t hard, they say, When faith lights your path and shows the way. With patience as your guiding star, No challenge feels too steep or far. Five daily prayers, a rhythm divine, A sacred pause in the rush of time. Each bow, each whisper, a soul’s embrace, A moment of peace, a heavenly space. Fasting through Ramadan, a test of the will, But the hunger fades, and your spirit fills. The dawn calls gently, the dusk brings grace, Teaching gratitude in its quiet embrace. Charity flows from a heart that’s kind, A duty to leave no one behind. For giving is joy, not a burden to bear, It’s love in action, a faithful prayer. Modesty wraps both the body and soul, A shield of honor, a noble goal. It’s not a hardship; it’s dignity worn, A symbol of beauty. Living as a Muslim isn’t hard, it’s true, With faith in Allah, you’re never untrue. Life has its trials, but with patience strong, You’ll find the path where you belong. The world may challenge, but trust your heart, Turn struggles to blessings, as believers must. For every hardship, relief will unfold, A promise from Allah, timeless and bold. So walk with patience and with faith as your guide, Let the Quran and Sunnah be your light. Living as a Muslim isn’t hard, you’ll see, When your heart beats strong with faith.
By Aysha Akhter about a year ago in Poets
Window Flowers In A Watered Jar
Window Flowers In A Watered Jar Three little rebels in borrowed jars, not a root in soil, not a fence or bars just glass and water, clean and still
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Dot, The Spot
The Dot, The Spot It started with a dot, a nothing thought, on Tuesday’s sock, a witches plot it blinked, it stank, it maybe spoke,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Good Morning, Summer
Good Morning, Summer Morning stretches on golden toes, through the open window it goes, kissing the kettle, warming the floor.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Ships Coming
Far off across the oceans, Reaching exotic shores, Are vessels loaded aboard, With spices, teas, and ores. They sail off over the edge,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Why Early Birds Catch the Worms
Why Early Birds Catch the Worms Because they wake when the dark still breathes. Because the world is quiet, and nothing asks too much.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Fantasy
**Whispers of Fantasy** In twilight’s hush where dreams ignite, Beyond the veil of fading light, There lies a land not carved by time—
By MST REHANAabout a year ago in Poets
I Said I'd Be Back
Introduction At the moment, there is a three-thousand-story limit on Vocal, but they are putting things into place to increase that. At some point, I may hit the limit, but Vocal have deleted some unpublished stories of mine, which has allowed me to publish a few more.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
"Whispers in the Blooming Field"
In fields where roses gently sway, My heart finds peace in your sweet way. Like morning sun through misty air, Your love is warmth beyond compare.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
The House I Never Found
I was born beneath a roof of thunder, Where silence rattled louder than the storms. Walls remembered names I never learned,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Where Is My Home
The sky stretches its vast blue hands, catching my questions like falling stars— each one a burning reminder that heaven is supposed to be home.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets