Gratitude

Girlhood <3
I realize now As I talk to my girlfriends about my failed relationship and falling out of love, and they order me food without me knowing,
By Mikayla Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Becoming
I’m learning to love the version of me with softer edges, the one who doesn’t get it all done— and no longer tries to. The me with tired eyes
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Poets
The Wind That Listens
When the noise swells and my thoughts scatter like papers in a storm, I reach for stillness— In my daughter’s smile, in the weight of her resting on my chest, like she knows I need her more than she needs sleep. My husband’s voice finds me, low and steady, reminding me I’m not failing—just feeling. I whisper prayers when the house is loud, when my soul is louder. Sometimes I don’t have the words, but God hears anyway. And when all else fails, I step outside. The breeze moves through me, not just air—but presence. The wind that listens. The wind that speaks. The wind that is Him.
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Poets
The First Kiss of a New Dawn
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
Falling Forward in the Dark
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
My Secret Love Is No More
My Secret Love Is No More You made me laugh when nothing could, You looked at me like no one should, I felt like fire, I felt like sin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I am an act of rebellion
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Women in My Family: Their Untold Stories
They say history is written by the victors, but in my family, history was woven in silence—stitched into the hems of dresses, folded into recipes passed from hand to hand, buried beneath the hush of customs and expectations. The women in my family were not conquerors of lands, nor did they sign treaties or sit in parliament halls. But they conquered poverty, war, heartbreak, and silence. And though their stories were never officially told, they remain alive—in glances, gestures, and the quiet strength passed from mother to daughter.
By Osamaabout a year ago in Poets
This Is True!
“Never let society’s idea of beauty make you doubt your own” Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. We know this well. Young girls grow up
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Does Time Reveal All?
Time precipitates the truest feelings; wind and rain test the warmest companionship. What is fleeting are merely passing clouds and smoke.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
We Are Loved And Supported
“Never feel alone, there is always someone who silently cares for us” This is an Important thing to Remember. We are so busy
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Accept Yourself
“Your life would be so different if you just choose Confidence” How True this is! When we choose to have Confidence in Ourselves,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets