Gratitude

The Way You Became My Life
. The Way You Became My Life I did not see it start to grow, Not in the way I thought I’d know, It came in fragments, slow and small,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
When You First Looked At Me
When You First Looked At Me You stood there like the world had paused, Like every sound had lost its cause, And in that space between the air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Green Light
The forest was a quiet cathedral, tall pines standing like stone pillars, the air tasting of clean rain and ancient earth.
By Hazrat Umer6 months ago in Poets
Still Water, Unanswered Night
Still Water, Unanswered Night The tree holds its place like it always has, rooted in more than the eye can follow, its trunk marked with years that never asked to be counted,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
I Love You, David Christopher!
On the bluff where you stood, I looked up at you and thought your smile was made of a million emeralds and your innocence was palpable.
By Paul Aaron Domenick6 months ago in Poets
Lay Down With Me Tonight Boy
Lay Down With Me Tonight Boy Lay down with me tonight, boy, do not stand there holding back, the night is thick with wanting,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Rhythm of Us
Making coffee Breakfast rituals Seeded yoghurt Prepared with care The pills, to ward off The demons # Lunch – meat and bits
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
The Weight of a Heartbeat
One day, I suddenly realized something: liking and loving are truly not the same thing. Liking is more about... suddenly wanting someone. You want to be with them constantly; you crave their response, their time, and their undivided attention. Liking is fast, exhilarating, and immediate—that impulsive feeling of your heart racing and your head spinning, where all reason is thrown aside the moment you get close. You feel that as long as you're happy now, you can worry about tomorrow later. You even know it might not last long, but you still want to take the gamble because the emotion is so overwhelming.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
Me and ChatGPT
I am not very tech-dependent, but am curious, have endless queries. I sure need guidance, especially to find flexible earning paths,
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
Her Name Was Autumn, She Vanished as Winter Knocked
Her Name Was Autumn, She Vanished as Winter Knocked Her name was Autumn, soft as falling breath, she came wrapped in amber light and quiet flame,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Heavy Pocket
I reached into my pocket, expecting to find a coin, a small piece of copper to buy my bread. In the cold wind of 2026, the city was a gray machine.
By Hazrat Umer6 months ago in Poets
Which Way Do I Go Without You
Which Way Do I Go Without You The door still closes with your echo inside it, a soft and stubborn sound that will not fade,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets