Gratitude

The young souls of old
To you, the wanderer among polished streets and neon, Whose soul remains a relic of ancient echoes, I speak as one who has walked the rugged paths
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Where the untamed meets etiquette
In the gentle arms of time’s unfolding grace, A tomboy, wild and free as the winds of yore, Journeyed through the seasons, where rough-hewn paths
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
The Rugged Tree: Where Grace Found Me
In the quiet chamber of rugged wood, Where dust swirls in the sun's slow embrace, There lies a story unwritten by time's hand,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Land of Sierra Leone My home land
In the heart of Africa, where the sun greets the sea, Lies a land of whispers, where spirits roam free. Mountains kiss the heavens, draped in emerald green, And the rivers hum softly, in a melody serene. Oh, Sierra, cradle of my soul’s first cry, Your ancient rhythms beat beneath the sky. Where every dawn is painted in gold and fire, And the nights dance with stars that never tire. The earth here is rich, with stories untold, Of warriors, of kings, of hearts brave and bold. In every grain of sand, in every drop of rain, The pulse of our ancestors lives again. From Freetown's shores to the distant hills, Where the air is thick with forgotten thrills, Children laugh, mothers sing, fathers stand tall, In the embrace of a land that cradles us all. But not without sorrow, not without pain, For the land bears scars, like rivers of rain. Yet through every trial, every tear we shed, We rise with hope, with love, well-fed. Sierra Leone, land of diamond dreams, Your beauty flows in endless streams.
By Jariatu Kallon2 years ago in Poets
The Solitude of Self-Sufficiency
It’s evening, it’s quiet, and you made yourself a cup of tea – happiness is the right to think and think calmly. You only got here and started living the life that belongs to you, and only you are the king of that kingdom.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
My lighthouse in the storm
In a house where light spills gently through lace curtains, and time seems to move in the soft rhythm of a bygone era, there was you, a vessel of boundless grace,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Stitched Memories of Miles and Moments
In the patchwork of our days, we wove our memories like an old quilt, stitched with the threads of our shared laughter. Each moment a square, vivid and warm,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Dawn’s Gentle Reclamation
In the soft dawn, when shadows cling like old friends, I rise from the depths of a bed that holds me like a shipwrecked sailor—
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
In the embrace of southern field
In the amber hush of fields that stretch 'neath endless skies, Where sunlit hours weave through cotton and dust, The heart finds a gentle rhythm in the dance of cows—
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
The Guardian's Mantle
In a dimly lit room where shadows writhe, The elder sister’s hands, steady and sure, Assume the weight of a mother’s mantle—
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Earth’s Rebellion
in rhythm with the pulse of the earth.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
When he leads...
In the fractured realm where weakness breeds, men of fragile will scatter their burdens, leaving shards of their inadequacy
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets