“Be the reason someone feels welcome, seen, heard, valued, loved and supported” Imagine how ‘Good’ this will make you feel.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Some loves don't finish with slammed doors or bitter words. Some loves finish in silence. Not the quiet kind — the heavy kind. The kind that sticks around after someone's gone. The kind that echoes through empty places, through voicemails that never get returned, through memories that still have the flavor of home.
By MD NAYEMabout a year ago in Poets
I did not aspire to be a poet. I had poetry chase me like rain pours onto houses — sudden, noiseless, unavoidable. It was a silence, when the world outside me slowed to a crawl but the inside of my head was louder than ever before. I had no clue how to speak what I was doing, but the words lingered within my chest, thudding against my ribs to be released.
I set my sights on 'Most Supportive' But to make it I really must have Reliable access to both read And have time to compose my screed
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
Like people love their cats and dogs, I loved our backyard calves. They were my childhood friends. I stroked their fur and jowls,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Religious epics are nothing but stories They are popular, passed down from generation to generation — because the human mind loves storytelling.
The jungle is dark and deep. It’s scary and unpredictable — with hungry tigers, lions stealthy snakes, scorpions and poisonous brambles,
Losing Losing my grip. Losing my mind. Losing my patience. Losing my temper. Perhaps it is time For losing myself In nature.
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Poets
No Hidden AI Just My Own Poems Some say kindly, You write so many poems. Maybe six or eight a day? it’s just my way. They ask,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When days are dark I dream of Spring of fields lush with songbirds singing trees in bloom and flowers swaying A chorus with voice aplenty
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Head above water, is all I can ask for... Reaching out for help, with no answer... Life isn’t as simple as they made it seem.
By Christina Vanhaerentsabout a year ago in Poets
To you, Old Glory, I find myself turned, in days ever more strange, Wondering, in the shifting wind, when did the colors start to change?
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
