Gratitude

A Legacy Of Love.
Grief is the ache in your chest that never truly subsides, a constant reminder of the emptiness left behind. It's in the silent moments when I yearn for a voice that will never speak again, and in the empty chair that will never be filled.
By April Kirby.2 years ago in Poets
The Music Box
The Music Box A ballerina spins in a box, Her feet as soft as whispered talks. With every turn, she finds her grace, In quiet moves, she fills the space.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Of Digressions and Fragments
the words I write the words I can’t say out — but can share with the world are the truth or they — at the very least —
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Solo Plight. Top Story - April 2025. Content Warning.
It was never about you. It was the smoke you carried in your mouth, spilling around me like an old jazz club, thick, sweet, and dangerous
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
Service (Water and Glass)
Wrings Without a fling, and Without a cling. Clearly bring ... Water without splash, Like broken tension, Water in a bath. Tubs, even... Tubs, too Clearly asks, and Gratefully, Thanks you for your Service, from water In glass... Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Some People Are Not Helpable
Some people are not helpable, she is my relative I know she has struggles, financially, among others. I live far away, plus nobody can give others.
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Sacrifice for Freedom
In a dark age, I sacrificed you not with my heart, But because the bond of love for the country was stronger than the love for my mother.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Choose Yourself
Do not suffer to be with a person who treats you as less. Stop caring about someone who don't give a shit about how you feel.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Fleeting
The stars in the sky shine Like porch lights in heaven A reminder of an easier time * Playgrounds and street lights Skinned knees and bright smiles
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Something Missing
Love lingers in the fingerprints long after they have gone Our teardrops falling, hit or miss Reminding they've moved on
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The lady of few words
Perhaps it was only my imagination. Perhaps she only lived in my head. I never met her. But I looked up to her. I don’t know why, and I don’t know who. But I know she was elegant, traditional, classic, raw, timeless..
By Sumaya Sharif2 years ago in Poets
Choose Happiness
We often fail to remember, but it’s a short journey — a limited stay on this earth. We must allow ourselves joys, despite the struggles.
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets