Gratitude

A Better Life
“Becoming better starts with believing you deserve better.” We all have that deep seated desire to improve our lives We deserve a good life.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
For a Troubadour
This song is about my all-time favorite singer/songwriter. It’s my equivalent of “Dear Mr. Gable” (if you know, you know). Bonus points if you can guess who it is!
By Laura Roodenburg4 months ago in Poets
Happy Birthday, My Tom Jones
Happy Birthday, My Tom Jones Today I celebrate the love of my life, The man whose voice still stirs my soul, Whose smile can brighten even the darkest day,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Winds of Change
INTRODUCTION I wrote this poem after a long stretch of years that changed me in ways I never expected. COVID, kidney disease, surgery, almost dying, all of it reshaped my body, my voice, and the way I move through the world. I’m not the same woman I was before 2022, and I don’t pretend to be.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Till Death Love Won’t Part
Till Death Love Won’t Part They met when life was still unfolding, Before the worries had begun. Two hopeful hearts standing together,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Piers to Infinity
I found this photo in my archives. This photo was taken 2014 in Fulton, Texas. Living there was a duality of inequality. The photo was taken with my Canon Rebel. Politics is very dark in Texas. I only found light at the ocean with the birds and photography. As an empath this was my favorite spot to meditate, breathe, and sigh about how beautiful this scenario was that day I took the photo. I am away from their politics but the ugliness of oil pollution on the beaches on Corpus Christie was devastating. Why do people value the dollar more than beauty? I remember the day I shot this photo. Peace, love, and understanding are important but today's environment is nasty towards truth and beauty. I choose the light. This Cali girl will not leave California.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Pelicans of the Bay
These photos were taken on the Gulf in South Texas back in 2014, when I lived there and walked the bay every day. The pelicans were my buddies, at least that’s how it felt. They let me get closer, closer than most people ever do, and they always seemed to be posing, guiding, or quietly talking in their own salty air language.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
The Rejection and the Redirection
Don’t look back…. ~ He lies just out of reach. ~ We pause to avoid collision; other dancers on a tangent. We stand, my hand on his shoulder,
By Ophelia Keane Braeden4 months ago in Poets
The First Rain Dance
When rain falls in circular rhythms Drenching cadence with its sweet smell, dancing to the sounds of Prince Spinning and twisting clockwise
By Ty4 months ago in Poets
To Like, To Love, and To Live
You genuinely liked each other and truly wanted to be together. However, you gradually realized that true liking isn't just about the initial attraction; it also requires accepting the later feelings of dislike.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
Coffee Shop
C an’t afford O pulent coffee drinks F rom those F ancy and trendy cafés. Thus, E arly one morning, I E ntered a hole-in-the-wall place,
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
Bits of Stardust
Imagination is the birthplace of joy yet it is also the start of pain. Life creates perfectly balanced waves of itself, harmonics canceling out to zero.
By Lolly Vieira4 months ago in Poets