Gratitude

8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Magic of Human Kindness
These two tales are the only ones in the world that actually non-existent of Santa Claus. Everyone who shows up with surprises and gifts is the people who care for you. Though rather simple in its construction, this particular sentence is very warm and truthful. It insists to us that it is love that provides the holiday surprises, the daily gifts of life, or even just a smile. This also makes us believe that we have the ability to play the role of ‘Santa’ in other people’s lives, thus making the people in our surrounding environment happy and warm through our love and embrace. "
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The Caretaker
In the amber light of morning, his hands touch the earth with a reverence known only to those who speak the language of roots and soil.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Dance in the fall
In the hush of dawn’s first breath, where the ground is softened by morning dew, a silent grace emerges, a fleeting shadow in the half-light.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
RESPONSIBILITY
Responsibility** Responsibility, a weighty load, A burden borne, a path untrod. Yet, in its depths, a strength is found, A maturity that's truly profound. For age alone, does not impart, The wisdom gained, the skillful art. Of shouldering burdens, big and small, And rising above, standing tall. Responsibility, a test of might, A challenge faced, with all one's might. It shapes the character, the soul, And makes us stronger, whole and whole. So let us embrace, this noble task, And in its weight, our spirit bask. For it is here, where growth resides, And maturity, truly abides.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
THE ATOM OF LOVE
The Atom of love** A tiny particle, a spark divine, The atom of love, a force benign. A universe within, a world untold, A story of passion, hearts enfold. It starts as a flicker, a gentle flame, A spark of attraction, a lover's game. It grows and it strengthens, with every touch, A bond so unbreakable, so much. It's a force that unites, that sets us free, A love so profound, wild and spree. It's a journey of hearts, a dance of two, A love that's eternal, ever new. So let us cherish, this precious gift, The atom of love, that we uplift. A force that sustains, a light that gleams, A love that forever, forever dreams.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
SUNSET
Sunset Each sunset paints a canvas new, A masterpiece of golden hue. A symphony of colors bright, A breathtaking, wondrous sight. Some sunsets fiery, bold and grand, A fiery ball, across the land. Others soft and calm and sweet, A gentle kiss, a fond retreat. Each sunset has a different vibe, A mood that lingers, deep inside. A moment of peace, a tranquil scene, A memory cherished, ever keen. So let us watch the sun descend, And let its beauty never end. For in each sunset, we can find, A peace of mind, a soul entwined.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
Self-Discovery
Self discovery coincides with silence Internal solutions realized in the mind Loud and ferocious fades to quiet and peaceful
By Dylan 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Commitment
In the mirror, fingers trace a familiar path, Serum, moisturizer, a daily ritual's math. Pen meets paper, thoughts unfurl like vines,
By Winry2 years ago in Poets
Butterfly 🦋
Happy Birthday my little butterfly. Well not so little anymore are you? I have seen you once in the last few years, for a small moment in time. I remember you're face, full of surprise and happiness. But I wish that day never happened, I wish I could take it back. Don't get me wrong, seeing you again was so amazing, You were so beautiful and grown. You had the face of a young lady carved perfectly around those sweet brown eyes. But the situation got twisted and the motive misunderstood. When in all honesty, I was just following my motherly instincts to help your sister when she reached out. Everyone told me when I chose to have you on Friday the 13th, I was crazy. Maybe they were right, maybe I did curse myself. At least I know I didn't curse you, my brave and nurturing little Leo. With the biggest heart and cheesiest smile. Writing this was harder than I thought it would be, crazy how years pass and nothing is easier. I asked you're grandpa to tell you happy birthday for me, he said he did. Along with that message was a picture of you. My God, I knew you'd grown, but not that much. You're a mountain biker, and you love it from what I hear. I also heard yesterday was your first day of high-school... fuck me. That hit me in a different way. I mean when your big sister started that was one thing, but you, that meant something else. That meant that the deep knowing I had, the one buried where I didn't have to see it was finally staring in my face… I have now officially missed both, of the rest of your childhoods. Little girls no longer, only beautiful young women. I scroll through the old pictures I have, some make me smile, others cut me deep. If only there was a way to restart, but with the understanding I have now. Seeing that picture made my heart happy though, you looked happy. That's ultimately what matters to me anymore, That you and big sis are okay. I know you're brilliant, I've always known you would be. I'm just sorry I wasn't there, to watch as you grew into the amazing human you are today. But I'm continuing to be better every day, Just in case one day after you're 18, I get that message that says, “Hey Mom.”
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
The Fog of War
The Fog of War We stand on ceremonies to sleep through the night Sable skies alight With fireworks in flight. Tricolored displays
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
A Little Break
A little slip through the cracks It's too easy Because when the world smothers Liquidates, and your bones turn to jelly It's hard not to
By Belle2 years ago in Poets