“Be happy! Not because everything is good, but because you can see the good side of everything” This is a good lesson for all of us to remember.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
We start the journey At different times You went first I’ll go last. ~~~ You showed the way With strength and love Holding to life
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
Not everyone finds A reason A tether A hope Or some grand sign to stay. Sometimes the only thing keeping me here Is the fact that I still can’t spell mischivious
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets
Years ago I announced I would train my body to do a split - I downloaded an app As one does - 30 days at the Beginner level
By Jada Fergusonabout a year ago in Poets
There are stories that live quietly inside us. Not the loud ones. Not the ones you tell at parties. The ones that flow beneath the surface — soft, unseen, and often dismissed.
By Worn Edgesabout a year ago in Poets
Time‐ I never seem to have enough, but I don't exactly want anymore of it... I'd rather have a "skip" button‐ I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff, but
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
The crowd carries on as I move unseen Out of place in a world unknown Begging silently for shelter to stand under Finding nothing but the Human Sea
By Kevin Newtonabout a year ago in Poets
They told me life was a path you walked—straight, narrow, paved by those before you. But I was born sideways, spun by storms, cradled in silence, and stitched together by hope no one could see.
By T. E. Doorabout a year ago in Poets
Standing outside looking up at the stars above All is still, a quiet peace surrounds us Among the darkness, there is a light that lets us know
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Poets
She is a rose. She is love - not always understood, but always felt. She is delicate, but that doesn’t make her weak. It makes her real.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
When they clap, I shrink in my skin unworthy to receive. Like, it’s a façade they see. Are they clapping for me? Or to be polite,
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
She is a rainbow- not the aftermath of a storm, but the bold, defiant bridge born within it. She does not wait for the skies to clear-
