Gratitude

Softly Whispering You Love Me
Softly Whispering You Love Me Softly whispering you love me, In the silence of the night, Your gentle words drift through my soul,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
double or nothing
sovereignty on the page syntax reclaimed and cluttered with details growth doesn't always come with age indeterminant, turbulent outcomes
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
Noah and His Ark
Noah and His Ark The clouds gathered above the earth, Heavy with judgment yet unseen, The skies grew darker day by day, Beyond what any man had dreamed.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
strong enough. Top Story - June 2026.
a crucible of enlightenment in low places not all my friends stay i am living on the high road and my house stands on a pedestal
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
Fireworks Lit The Sky I Won A Million
Fireworks Lit The Sky I Won A Million Fireworks bursting high above the town, Red and silver raining softly down, People cheering loudly in the square,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Treasured Memories . Top Story - June 2026.
A whim, a whisper, intuition at play, The whoosh of tyres on life’s highway, A tune as old as a sophisticated adage, Another chapter, a licked finger, a turning of page.
By Colleen Millsteed 5 months ago in Poets
Black Velvet and Pointed Tips
I sit at the door, waiting to catch your flicker— fleeting moments, too much to hold. One moment, twinkling high; the next, hidden in the dark, peering out, folding in, quivering in realms unknown. Don't you dare fall. Hold to what you know is true, for the dark will assume more than its purpose— to be your canvas, your bed of rest, until you ignite anew. For in the quiet, in the weeping of the hour, I look up to find your sparkle, still blazing bright, gloriously treading soft across the black velvet, on pointed tips, dancing free— beauty still to behold.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
Moulded by Her
Oh, face, mother wrought, Clay molded by fingers that Molded me, welcome! Grace my walls With your silent lips And unseeing eyes
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
Gie It Laldy
Introduction We were impressed with our first stay at The Ness Guest House, and this was another great stay, with trips out to Culloden and Nairn. Susan and Richard are wonderful hosts, and over another excellent breakfast, I saw these two dialect wall ornaments and thought:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Prayers
In the closet of God’s arms is where I’m safe from harm. A stepping stone to better. A spiritual love letter. It’s where I go to express my woes, hopes and dreams.
By Joe Patterson5 months ago in Poets
Dancing To The Bank
Dancing To The Bank Music blasting through my tiny flat, Neighbours wondering where my mind was at, I checked the ticket twenty times or more,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Perfection
This is for a challenge from Jazzy Gonçalves The Challenge is as follows; Write a poem about the perfect day, or morning or evening, or perfect whatever. Include your senses, such as sight, smell, and taste. Use words that describe the scene so we can experience the day as you would want to experience it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets