Gratitude

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
While by the roadside
On the roadside, where the world unravels in a dance of dust and sunlight, wild daisies emerge like impromptu confetti, spilling forth their white and yellow splendor
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
The Garden of Becoming
In the garden where daylight lingers and the echoes of laughter still hum, the children unfurl like the petals of blooms that had once been delicate buds,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
A dance with destiny.
"Rhythms of Life" Life's canvas, a tapestry so fine, Woven with threads of joy and decline. A dance of contrasts, dark and light, A symphony of struggles, day and night. We embark on a journey, unknown and long, With dreams and hopes, our hearts sing a song. But life's twists and turns, they test our will, And trials await, like an unyielding hill. The winds of adversity, they howl and moan, As we stumble, falter, and struggle to atone. Yet, in the darkness, a glimmer shines bright, A light that guides us, through the darkest night. For in the struggles, we find our strength, A resilience born, of life's length. We rise, we fall, but still we stand, And in each step, a story unfolds in hand. Life's puzzle, a mystery to unwind, A journey of self, where love and pain entwine. Through every tear, a lesson is learned, And with each smile, a memory is earned. So let us face, the struggles and strife, And find the beauty, in the ebb and flow of life. For in its rhythms, we find our own, A melody of hope, that echoes, "You are not alone."
By Apanisile Christianah Opeyemi2 years ago in Poets
Sweet Southern Fields
In the heart of a Sunday morning, the church bell’s call rustles through the cotton fields, where the hum of the sermon mingles with the wind’s soft whisper.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
A Year of Growth and Reflection
Every year I am bent on running for my love alone. Time flies so fast. It is also worth noting that the outstanding year of 2024 is also drawing to a close. Everyone has had tributes, victories, defeats, innovations, and slips in this year. The year is almost over soon it will be a new year. As per the calendar, the year is normal but not plain.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb But once there
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hope
Hope Oh, hope, a beacon in the darkest night, A light that shines so bright, and guides us to new light. A gentle whisper, that echoes in our heart, A promise of tomorrow, that never departs. With every dawn, a new chance is born, A fresh beginning, where dreams are reborn. The stars align, like diamonds in the sky, A celestial showcase, of possibilities that lie. In the face of adversity, hope stands tall, A resilience that's tested, and proven through it all. A flame that flickers, but never fades away, A warmth that comforts, and chases the darkness of day. Oh, hope, a gift that's ours to hold, A treasure trove, of promise yet untold. May we nurture, this light within our soul, And let it guide us, to a brighter goal.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
CREATIVITY
Creativity Oh, creativity, a spark that ignites the mind, A flame that flickers, with ideas left behind. A gentle breeze, that whispers secrets in our ear, A muse that guides us, to bring forth something new and clear. With every brushstroke, a world is born anew, A canvas waiting, for colors to break through. With every note, a melody takes flight, A harmony of sound, that echoes through the night. With every word, a story unfolds its might, A tale of wonder, that transports us to new light. With every step, a dance of innovation spins, A rhythm of progress, that beckons us to begin. Oh, creativity, a gift that's ours to share, A treasure trove, of imagination beyond compare. May we nurture, this spark within our soul, And bring forth beauty, that makes our hearts and spirits whole.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
The Sculptor of Fractured Harmony
In the tangled forest of youth and duty, he arrived, A fledgling in the storm’s relentless embrace, Trying to nestle into the crevices of a fractured family,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
The unyielding river
In the cradle of a youth’s tender dawn, she bore them, Each child an echo of her own nascent heart, Planted in the soil of her unformed days,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
NATURES TUNE
In quiet moments, waiting strains. Secrets whispered, as time escapes. Patience blooms, wisdoms tune. Petals unfurl, natures cue.
By JDwrites332 years ago in Poets