Gratitude

Ablutions
Ablutions: The act of washing oneself, often used to refer to the ceremonial washing of the self, from the Latin "ab" and "luere", away and wash. Formerly used in alchemy to denote the process of purification using liquid and evolved to denote the washing of the body. Latterly commandeered by the British army to indicate the building housing washing and toilet facilities.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
Golfing with Birdies Too
Ah, golfing, a beautiful day, blue skies, green grass, no worries— just me, my clubs, and the endless possibilities of getting that little white ball
By Wolf Lancaster2 years ago in Poets
A Woman Shadow
All of us have a shadow that is dark and deep, An untamed, wildfire lurking within her. In her heart, where wild things play,
By Emma RMD2 years ago in Poets
earth / breathe / sugar sweet
to be alive—to breathe in the autumn breeze under the trees to bow my head, to thank this world for having me to extend a hand up to Gaea, pay my respects
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Resilience of the Human Spirit
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
The Inner Voice
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
Fear and the Fight Within
Fear stands like a shadow deep in the night, A whispering voice that dims your light, It creeps through the cracks of a hopeful heart,
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
Connecting the dot
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
as everything clings to my body
The light of the world grows dim, as the Nimbostratus unleashes its dihydrogen monoxide (water falling from the sky) cleansing all the land and all it holds
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Fresh Pajamas and Sheets
Gentle on my skin, soft and warm A soothing reminder of peace, Of sleep, of all that dreams hold A sacred moment, a favorite time
By Austin James2 years ago in Poets
In the Quiet of a Coffee Cup
The steam rises, curling tendrils of warmth in the cool morning air, It’s not just a cup of coffee; it’s a ritual, a small ceremony,
By Wolf Lancaster2 years ago in Poets
The Importance of Self-Worth and Value in Relationships
It is vital not to attempt to gain people’s sympathy. The quality of the relationship, In this case, it doesn’t matter if you are a good person or have a good attitude towards other people.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets