Gratitude

Conquers
Can’t continue complaining Choose change Chase cheerfulness Create certainty Creativity cultivates culture Creating cash checks
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Love was wherever we were
we made rooftops and picnic tables feel like a planetarium
By D2 years ago in Poets
E U P H O R I A
"Can you see it?" she asked, her voice like wine, "The way my heart sketches yours in lines." His gaze traced the strokes, gentle and slow,
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
You as my spouse
All the boys are actually the same Every girl's stuck in love of this game He's a man, not a boy, I like his name I called him once, and twice he came
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Don't be serious. Everything will be fine!
Life is yours, don’t push yourself hard, live a life of your own accord, do your best, and do your best. All your pressure comes from wanting too much, and all your pain comes from being too serious. The boat moves forward because the oars are rowing backward. Slowness means stability, and retreat means advancement.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The girl crying under the ocean's bridge
When someone has experienced rejection by their mother, father, or family, they grow up, get out of the world, and search for someone to fill in that void.
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
Read when you're hungry
Take a break, You should really eat. I've got a couple of Japanese yams we can cook together in my yellow oven. A bit of agave nectar, butter, and brown sugar before we bake them will do the trick. I never asked you: Do you like pork chops? I'd like to eat pork chops with you. And creamed corn. I can tell that you're hungry. The next time we hang out let me take you out for dinner. I've got a great restaurant in mind, or you can let me know what you're feeling. Maybe ramen?
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets
from the hospital window
an arc of goodness. i plead to the rays, transmit rejuvenation.
By Jada Ferguson2 years ago in Poets
The Journey Within
I wandered far through fields of doubt and dreams, Where shadows mixed with light, both fierce and fair. In silent depths, beneath life’s rushing streams,
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Poets
I’m Living My Dream
Pen and pad is what I had now I’m living my dream. Giving life to every story which lives in my dreams. I’m a self made writer. A well made writer. All day every day writer.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Love Showers From The Sky
Love showers from the sky, Painting the ground in seductive red hearts, Opening the hearts of lovers
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
A Halloween Mystery
Three little witches huddled around the cauldron. One hit, her foot. the other stumbled over in sympatric plan. The third giggled while hiccupping from the shire air around her.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets