Love starts from within. It can take you places you’ve never been. It can sweep you off your feet. Turn around and make you weak.
By Jasmine Turner2 years ago in Poets
I've never experienced the luxury Of safety being a place Of home being a home I get frustrated I feel sorrow because I don't know what the word means.
By Anna Sophia2 years ago in Poets
The First Time The first time I saw the sky unfold, A spread of gold, a story untold. The sun dipped low, kissed by the sea,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Rosy hexagons cascade into vanilla honeycombs above the golden circlets tracing their conical skirts. Coral-pink orbs and small, brassy spheres that would caress my cheek with every whirl of my head if I had the right ears for wearing them.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
“Stop being a prisoner of the past. Become the architect of your future” The word “Control” comes to Mind. When we are in Control of our Lives,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
“Self care is how you take your power back” When we look after our Lives, we are letting others know that we are in Control.
“Don’t let fear of what could happen make nothing happen” Courage! Whatever will happen is a new opportunity for us to Learn new skills.
I scorched out all childishness and wilfulness with adamancy and thus the wild slowly became sane, uninterested, and serious.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
“Gratitude is the heart’s memory” Beautiful words! Yes, this is so true as it allows us to Remember and Appreciate the people we have met,
“The expert in anything was once a beginner” This is a Good Reminder that a person doesn't become an expert overnight.
Poe briefly attended the University of Virginia in 1826, where his promising academic career was cut short due to financial difficulties and mounting gambling debts. After a tumultuous stint in the military and an unsuccessful attempt at a West Point education, Poe turned his focus entirely to writing—a pursuit that would define his life, albeit fraught with struggles for stability and recognition.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
