Gratitude

You’re not going
My mirror asked again the same question Are you going to carry it again? The broken years. The names that still taste like rust.
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
His Name Says It All
I’ve seen too many demons cringe at the proclaimed name of Jesus Christ. Why would they respond and snivel at the name of just a prophet?
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Cold Side Of Midnight
Cold Side Of Midnight There are nights that feel long without a cause to name. You sit with your own thoughts and let them fill the room.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Juneteenth
Liberation Celebration Reconstruction Condemnation Indoctrination Isolation Humiliation Demonstration Infiltration Prostration
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Poets
Wisdom of the old hearts! a second version!
Wisdom of the old hearts! a second version! She walked the world with searching eyes, Her heart adrift beneath wide skies.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets
Political Thirty-Nine
A peanut farmer gave up his farm (remember?)... Respect is now forgotten. * Note: I keep thinking about how the 39th president was not allowed to own a farm because it was a conflict of interest with his role as a leader, and how we all seem to have forgotten this lesson. Here is a link for the complete list of the conflicts of the current leader and the actions barely taken to rope him in.
By Kendall Defoe 4 months ago in Poets
light the candle, pour the oil ✨
Light the candle, sister, and watch as the smoke plumes to the skies, carrying your power and dispersing it within the universe.
By Alys Revna4 months ago in Poets
GOOD MORNING (a poem)
Good morning to Gentle summer sun Dainty drops of dew Trail and one right after the other feet Good morning to Wave and nod
By Brittany Callaway4 months ago in Poets
A Little Blue Ball, Spinning
We are in the middle of nowhere, spinning in space on a little blue ball upon which every molecule in your body will perish.
By Paul Aaron Domenick4 months ago in Poets
So Things Are Not Meant To Be
So Things Are Not Meant To Be I stood where the feeling ended and stayed a little too long. I thought if I stayed unchanged
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
When You Share Surplus
This summer, mother had abundant mangoes, from the backyard trees. After sharing with relatives, and the invading monkeys,
By Seema Patel4 months ago in Poets
Wisdom of the old hearts! 3rd part!
I need to honor her! Me, a wandering young soul and the careful and the ever-worried heart of a woman born a few years before 1900 and who carried the emblem of her family and love for God until the late 80s! I believe she passed away in 1994 or 1995!
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets