Gratitude

Her Majesty, The Universe ✨
I thank the skies for the way they rule over us ~ steady and true. I thank the Sun ~ her life force a blessing bestowed upon us so gently, while she, herself, ignites.
By Alys Revna5 months ago in Poets
Forty and Free
At 40, Be a Middle-Aged Girl "No Longer Bound by Expectations" I used to be terrified of disappointing people. I was afraid of not being good enough, not mature enough, or not hardworking enough. So, I learned to cooperate and to endure. I learned to put my own needs last. It seemed mature, but it was exhausting.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
The Magic Paint Brush
The Magic Paint Brush Cold air moves through empty rooms a brush stirs awake in silence dipped in colour, thick with life
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Pen That Magicked Poems Onto Paper
The Pen That Magicked Poems Onto Paper It sleeps inside a cracked case waiting for breath to return ink thick as forgotten vows
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Safe
The station always looked abandoned at that hour, as if the city had quietly stepped away and left only the hum of wires behind.
By Dagmar Goeschick5 months ago in Poets
The Body That Remembered Dance
The Body That Remembered Dance I slipped beneath thought without warning This memory had been waiting for years and finally found the opening to return
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Ranchero Life
A hot Southwest summer, the ranchero toils in the agave field, wielding the coa is hard work. He eats his tortilla and salsa,
By Seema Patel5 months ago in Poets
The Cardinal
🐦🐦🐦 Hello, feathered friend! It's a beautiful day, Did you come to visit me? Thank you so very much! 🐦🐦🐦
By Rain Dayze5 months ago in Poets
the sound of JAZZ, Yet…
For the eyes of the young girl that reads my words, makes me feel valuable, and holds a piece of my heart with her wherever she goes.
By Marysol Ramos5 months ago in Poets
Eyes That Never See The Truth
Eyes That Never See The Truth Blindness does not always mean no sight Sometimes eyes work perfectly well Still people wander away from light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The World. AI-Generated.
The world wakes up a thousand ways at once a fisherman in Penang hauling in his nets, a baker in Lyon pulling bread from the dark,
By Mark Lim 5 months ago in Poets
The Magic of the Morning
The magic of the morning Comes with every new day A quiet stroll on the sandy beach My girls enjoy it more In the solitude of silence
By Calvin London5 months ago in Poets