Gratitude

We Need To Believe
“Your dream doesn’t have an expiration date. Take a deep breath and try again” It is only society and other ‘opinions’
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
It's A "Mirror Image"
“The same lights you see in others are shining within you, too” Here is a ‘Mirror Image’ and it is something that we often forget.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
"I Did That!"
“Reminder. It doesn’t matter how slow you go as long as you don’t stop” This quote can apply to any aspect of our Lives.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Kindness
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted” Every act of Kindness has a Positive effect. However large or small,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
salvation
cursed to be a sinner since young led by stars, nightlights leading the way out of daylight misery Wandering lost between dark tree trunks, shadows, overhanging limbs across the path
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
Musical Respite
Keys making music, on the piano of life, nothing to fight them, they enjoy what she gives them, a rest from difficulty.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Awakening in Sandakphu: A Trekker's Symphony. AI-Generated.
In the Himalayas, where the air is crisp and clean, A trekker's journey begins, a path serene. To Sandakphu, the peak of self-discovery, Where the mind and body, in harmony do soar. The trail winds through the mountains, wild and free, A test of strength, a challenge to be. The trekker's heart beats fast, with excitement and glee, As the journey unfolds, a tale to be told. Through forests of oak and rhododendron so grand, The trekker walks, with each step, a new land. The sound of birds and streams, a symphony so sweet, A world of wonder, at every step. The climb gets steeper, the air gets thinner, But the trekker's spirit, never does falter. For in the Himalayas, the self is tested and tried, And in Sandakphu, the trekker's soul is awakened and alive. The sun sets over the mountains, a fiery glow, A reminder of the journey's purpose, the trekker knows. To find the self, to discover the truth, In the Himalayas, where the air is crisp and clean, and the heart is pure.Written by- Vikas Sharma
By Vikas Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Remembrance of 9/11
On a beautiful, clear September morning, The lovely, serene light filled the sky. But hearts were broken, tranquility was shattered,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
Grief
Grief comes in many forms It hits in ways that are different and not the norm It holds us in a tight grip It keeps us confused
By Donna Morgan 2 years ago in Poets
Mutual. Runner-up in Breakup Nonet Challenge. Top Story - July 2024.
Grow apart with me, my darling dear. Part like petals of a blossom, And the soft wings of a dove. Our stories intertwined,
By Mama Magdalene2 years ago in Poets
Playing Catch-up
Hey Vocal Family! Super excited to be out of "hermit mode". I come bearing good news and gifts - well, if you deem it as such, I guess.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
He Won’t Be Missed
He said he was my only option Never wanted to be challenged Self serving little piss ant I felt like I was trapped ‘Till I met his ex
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets