Gratitude

Ephemeral Hues of Quiet Dreams, Colorful Leaves and Cold Stars
Quiet, Weeping Weather The maple tree loses a leaf. It simply drifts down onto the wet grass. . The play of colors is at its peak,
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
StoneHenge 3
In the heart of a land so old, Where whispers of time softly unfold, Stands Stonehenge, grand and bright, Held by magic, bathed in light.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Ex's and Oh's
I don't know where you are in the maze of my mind, maybe still rotting away at the thoughts of me, knowing how good I was to you, but you simply chose to be blind.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Bangladesh
Streets of Bangladesh: A Tapestry of Life In Bangladesh, where the streets hum low, A vibrant dance of life begins to flow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Lancashire Coal Miners
Ode to the Lancashire Miner In Lancashire's shadow, where the coal seams lie, Beneath the earth’s surface, where echoes sigh,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Love Is Sweet As A Bird
Love is Sweet as a Bird In the dawn's embrace, where whispers bloom, Love flits gently, dispelling the gloom. Its melody dances on the soft morning air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
the call
chilly is the door handle, then heavy the air, from nighttime coastal squalls; hotel coffee's papery notes linger - acrid flavor, this hour, tasting sweet;
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Sausage Party
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Is Solitude the Key to Self-Discovery in Your Forties
After being of age for more than twenty years, for the past five or so years, I’ve grown to appreciate being alone. If I were to introspect about my adolescent years, my Facebook profile would be more active, updated with work, selfies, and lots of doings.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
That's why I'm your WIFE
You are the best gift HE gave me I'm sincere one, I guess you can see I wanna be your shadow, will you be the tree? I wished for you, as for honey wishes bee
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
It Is
“You never realize how strong you are until strong is your only choice” When I read this, I always think about someone
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Just Be You!
“Don’t change so people will like you. Be yourself and the right people will love the real you” It is always better to just be yourself,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets