Gratitude

The Woman in the Moonlight
The Woman in the Moonlight She walked beneath the silver moon where shadows kissed the ground, A woman lost in memories where forgotten dreams were found. The night became her sanctuary, the stars became her guide, For all the things she couldn’t say were locked away inside.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Was This A Spirit Horse
Was This A Spirit Horse I was near his fence. The horse walked up to me. Looked me straight in the eyes. And said, Neigh.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Telltale Signs . Runner-Up in Static Challenge.
I've been thinking a lot about how static builds a charge within us when we caress or rub certain fabrics and materials, how it builds and builds silently, subtly, without warning unless you see those telltale signs: the flicks of hairs standing on end, dancing dust particles.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Moldavite
Moldavite They say you fell from a burning sky, A green-eyed ember wrapped in flame. The earth still carries where you landed, And nothing living stayed the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
old fragments #2
i sit, worried, listening to lyrics. an attempt to soothe. little simz says, "time will heal you." how odd, i think, because i once wrote a haiku, when brand new here: time will tell, they say. or, in time you will heal. but time does not serve you. i wrote it, but often write things. the question is, do i believe it? i was sad then. am i not sad now? i am. yes, and... not sad like i was some time ago. but yes, i believe it. despite the sadness, in that time, having changed in more than name alone. the grief, as i call it now, was wild once. when i was young and more certain, my grief was the decider. which is to say, my grief called the shots. my grief didn't leave room to assess, run a cost-benefit analysis, or even think more generally. my rational mind was absent, hardly at work, unless you consider the work of wild grief a rationale equivalent to the caliber of my stable and contented mind... i don't. is the work valid? yes. but reasonable or measured? hardly. what is all this grief for, you might ask? what is it that acts as tether to this potential weight? death, i suppose. to put it simply. loss, more broadly. the loss of self. the loss of loves. the loss of our planet and entire species, en masse. the loss of compassion from people and of empathy for things that don't happen directly to loved ones or us (whether complicit in their occurrence by choice or not). you know, perhaps by using time to patch all wounds, we liken ourselves to the concept. perhaps the world is so heavy, that we prefer the indifference of omnipotent measure. perhaps our hearts are opened, but lose the heat of emotionality. perhaps our minds are quieted, but lose the clarity of connection. you see, time isn't concerned with memory, or preference, or truth. you see, time isn't concerned with convenience, or perception, or linearity. you see, time isn't concerned with people, or flora or fauna, or any conception of mother earth gaia terra. you see, time isn't concerned. but i would hate for that to be me.
By kp2 months ago in Poets
Appreciate What You Have Today
Thankful for the sun, The stars, The moon, The wind, The rain, Love, Life, And family. Enjoy the moment, Share the love with family
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Poets
Where the Raven Died
Where the Raven Died At the edge of Blackthorn Wood, where daylight feared to stay, stood an ancient twisted oak that kept the night at bay.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Samurai Sam Entering the Tulsa Tiger of the Trinity of Tai Chi Chuan Olympics ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅
✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅ ✅Entering Tulsa Tai Chi Chuan Competition . . . . > . . . Everything is Kung Fu . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1) Tai Chi Empty Hand Form. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .2) Tai Chi Sword Form. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3) Tai Chi Fan Form. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne2 months ago in Poets
Dreams
😴😴😴😴😴 Shimmering silver dreams Adorn my quiet thoughts Morning Amber light Along the still horizon Drifting sailing feather
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 months ago in Poets
My Family
Introduction This is for a great friend who loves her cats and her cats love her. The song is "Family" by Spirit, which is an absolute appropriate beauty
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Poets
The Hidden Power Of A Touch
I stumble out of bed my warm feet hitting the cold floor they crackle and they pop as I’m tiptoeing to the door messages in morse code, creating movements still unseen
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
me or you
should i depart early, my child, you will not have to look far to find me. i know it may seem daunting, but my absence is hardly an excuse to not go on with your day. still,
By kp2 months ago in Poets