Gratitude

He found me. AI-Generated.
I walked a road I didn’t choose, With questions heavy, faith worn thin, Dreams bruised by silent nights, Battles no one else could see within.
By Epaphrasabout 9 hours ago in Poets
For Yourself, By Yourself
The best part is that even when no one is watching, you continue to strive to be a better version of yourself. You aren't doing it for others; you are working hard for yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Choosing to Live
The good times are gone, and they went unnoticed in their time. That breeze won’t strike your body in quite the same way again,
By Reece Beckettabout 11 hours ago in Poets
The Eagle With Hungry Eyes
The Eagle With Hungry Eyes The eagle watched with hungry eyes, above the hills where silence lies. It scanned the earth in cold detail,
By Marie381Uk about 14 hours ago in Poets
Serenity Hub in the Backyard
Who does not want tranquility, we all, but going to shrine, not always possible. So, I created one in the backyard,
By Seema Patelabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Dear Groundhogs...
Note: some of you do not celebrate Groundhog Day (every February 2nd). You might be familiar with Candlemas Day (European inspiration for the event). If the groundhog in question sees its shadow on a sunny day, six more weeks of winter; if not, an early spring. And our rodents - starting with Willy and Pete (there are others) - have different prognostications above and below our borders. Nice.
By Kendall Defoe about 17 hours ago in Poets
I'm "Cross-Eyed" - The Way He Makes Me Feel, I'm Like, "Dying" To Sl #$%. His Mama!
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetryabout 17 hours ago in Poets
meet me by the ocean
Meet me by the ocean Your smile, never brighter It’s where you come alive Your heart, a little lighter Nothing to cry about
By Gail Fredricksabout 17 hours ago in Poets
The "COLD" Sore Problem, Like I Need Another Reason To Be A Jamaican - Brrrrrrr
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
By 365poetryabout 18 hours ago in Poets
In the Workhouse, 1880
In the Workhouse 1888 The walls are cold, the floors are bare The air is thick with heavy care We stand in line, no words to say
By Marie381Uk about 21 hours ago in Poets
Where It Really Starts
Before screens glow and numbers move, Before ads speak or products prove, There is dirt under open skies, And quiet hands with open eyes.
By Vabout 21 hours ago in Poets
The Things That Never Arrive
There are things you can want with your whole body and still never be chosen by. This is not a failure of language or posture
By Hannah Lambertabout 22 hours ago in Poets