Gratitude

Dance Beneath the Moonlight. Top Story - January 2024.
Dance beneath the moonlight on the beach A chance for romance, chance to be free Of love's power and endurance let us teach
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Hello again, Sister
On a wreath at 10 and 4 o'clock two birds are fastened as if circling in the air two sisters on a wheel of time watching life apart
By chillbaby50002 years ago in Poets
What to say.... Top Story - December 2023.
Inspired by Rick Henry Christopher and C. Rommial Butler, here are the rules: 1. Must be 9 to 12 words 2. The third word and last word must rhyme 3. The poem must have a meaning to it 4. Give it a title that is relevant to the meaning of the poem
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Beauty
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Drifting
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Merry Christmas Vocal!
Staring at the blank page, Tears in my eyes, Don't know what to say, Or where to begin. Thinking back to those early days,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
The Day My Heart Took Flight: A Soaring Ode to New Love
Butterflies dance in my tummy, not just one or two, But a whole fluttering flock, all thanks to you. Sunlight seems brighter, shadows melt away,
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
Forgive Us, God
Forgive us, God For we do not know what we do Help us to see the error in our own ways Help us to seek help for our wrongs
By Mattie :)2 years ago in Poets
Quintessence Love
Early morning; an epiphany- What can one do, really, but go along with the motions of every day life? At all instant facing this spiked wall, this unavoidable fact;
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Poets
novel romance. Content Warning.
he says he wants me to write him like a graphic romance novel- we both wonder how much imagination is he really worth to me?
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
the hunter; the hunted; the hunt. Content Warning.
from between my lips, the great white-lies are feeding on anything they can sink their teeth into. jagged fangs ready for action as the frenzied schools amass in the shallows, and the vast depths of consciousness are left vacated as i myself become one with the predator, the prey, and the waves of thought washing over my body. unintelligible motions seeking to consume, seeking to escape, seeking to prove an eagerness and ability to exist.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
I Dreamed I Was a Star
I dreamed I was a star. I dreamed all night of you. You are the one I love. The one I want. So, I became a spark.
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets