I haven’t had the same day since I blessed a flower for blooming, Nor the day I thanked the machine That made my coffee’s brewing.
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
yeah I’m drunk You’re right! I’m Drunk as a skunk. Don’t let it bother you, I tell myself Don’t let his departure start your departure
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again. Joseph Campbell After our soothing, early morning walk along the foreshore at Wellington Point.
By Pauline Fountain2 years ago in Poets
I have been a bit drawn away from here for a while now. I go through these phases I like to call “Hermit mode”. Can I be transparent?
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
A traveler learns a valuable lesson from a wise elder: take what is freely given, flee from harm, but above all, cherish and protect those who have shown kindness and generosity,
By KVarnas2 years ago in Poets
Embrace life. But be wise. Consider things from a positive angle. Avoid being hateful or irrationally furious. Getting angry doesn't solve anything.
By 𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦2 years ago in Poets
In the lonely recesses of a dark and dreary forest, a winding walkway beckons. It leads this lost soul toward a little hut,
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
In shadows cast by fading light, I leave with grace, a silent flight. Through whispered winds and quiet steps, I bid farewell with no regrets.
By Amina Arshad2 years ago in Poets
You picked me up at the train station with a red rosebud. I was arriving from Schönefeld airport with my carry-on bag. I was a bit angry because you were late, I decided to forgive you.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Poets
For months, I grieved. Right up until the end, I was under the impression that our two-year relationship was going great. You made me believe that.
By Test2 years ago in Poets
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Spirit was there, singing with us this morning, lifting our voices. Past the dimensions On to Heaven. Angels hovered
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
