Gratitude

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Retreat from the first feast, you're due east; the weather is the weather. Warning is as follows: No one gives a shit about the werewolf den; you have the silver,
By Willem Indigo3 months ago in Poets
tiny shards
He put me on a pedestal And I pompously perched upon it, High and vacuous until He skipped away. I was defeated The pedestal fell What a shock I endured, and I shattered, tiny shards scattering Where did he go? What am I not - to him? What did I do to make him turn his back, not caring to look as I shattered, tiny shards scattering The world twirled day after day Earth rotated purposefully in its orbit The moon waxed and waned until My existence eventually brightened And there were Sunbeams striking hanging crystals, Shining rainbows onto me, and when I shattered, tiny shards scattering, They were multi-colored, scintillating, Revealing my new love standing silently in front of me
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Poets
WHO PICKS THE ROADS WE TAKE?
WHO PICKS THE ROADS WE TAKE? Who picks the roads we take when the morning starts to rise, Do we choose the paths before us, or are they written in disguise? Some roads are bright and shining, with the sunlight dressed in gold, While others hide beneath the shadows, where the bitter winds blow cold.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Be “Cringe”
Be “cringe”. Be awkward. Let them say what they will. Do what you truly love. Do it all for the thrill. Be “cringe”. Get embarrassed.
By Mama Magdalene3 months ago in Poets
More of Self
The words they call Shakespeare Where is my pound of flesh In the darker side of humanity I expelled it across My ledger of creation From behind and below From the inside out I could use Damocles I guess That has stuck with me All my life It To proliferate My art In the shadow of the perilous sword My want Is to feel the Steinbeck In me, the understanding, beauty But the horror Without hiding Behind a ledger of Anything grey or black Was almost always more intriguing Or made the pure and good Even more impressive Forth with Jekyll My doctor my captain They The bastard I am doubt And cannot ignore All my Degraded egos And My own Disintegration In spite of Victor I am more Of self And dare each and every one Of you Out there To question validity And artistry As if communing with Those who came before Hemingway or Joyce Who echoed the halls Of history Through their fingers And felt the pains Of humanity In their hearts
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Optimistic
“Choose to be optimistic, it feels better.” Anything that makes us feel better and happier is worth looking into. Optimistic thinking strengthens the mind,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
An Optimistic Viewpoint
“Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.” Having confidence in ourselves is one of the most important things
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Grace And Strength
“A positive attitude brings much gratitude. Think positive, be positive, speak positive. Do it every day, make it a habit.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
A Positive Mind
“Happiness is a mood. Positivity is a mindset.” “Happiness” is seen as a fleeting emotion or mood. “Positivity” is seen as an enduring mindset.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
We Need "Hope"
“Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.” “Hope” is a beacon of light
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
A Happier World
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” Embrace your own identity and be proud of who you are. We only have one life
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Influence Your Own Life
“Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you’ll start having positive results.” This shows us the importance of our minds
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets