Gratitude

That Long, Dark Night. Content Warning.
Once upon a midnight clear The April moon ablaze with light A father's song of sorrow and woe Piercing the veil of that long, dark night
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
I Am The Night. Content Warning.
Introduction My friend Cherri is a wonderful Macramé artist, here is another piece that I did on her work. This is what she said about her latest piece
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
What... Me?
In the silent corridors of my soul, I roam, A seeker of echoes from a distant home. Lost amidst the whispers of the past,
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
Just A Telephone Call
Just a telephone call during the mundane, A precious and familiar voice answers hello, One that can be relied upon, When there’s news that needs to be told.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
I’ve Slowed The Tide of Time
My body is the vessel of earthly life, The machine that quietly hums along, Busy on auto pilot, Strumming to its own tune,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
The Fires of Humanity
Inspired By Gautam Buddha Quotes “There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.”
By Yash Bhawsar2 years ago in Poets
Soul Writers We Are. Top Story - January 2024.
From the furthest reaches of our deep vast souls; We write to keep you static from the addictive endless thumb scrolls. We’ll tell you tales that may cause your heart to race.
By Julia Alfred2 years ago in Poets
I Guess This is Growing Old…
--- A twinge in your shoulder Cards say a year older An ache in your right knee Fights with your family inevitable
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
Let the flower be, don't pick its stem, And its pure charm will blossom again.
Most Welcome. 🌸 With gentle petals softly spread, 🌼 The flower blooms without a dread. 🌺 It needs no pulling, no demand -
By Yash Bhawsar2 years ago in Poets
Through His Eyes
He sweats, he pours his energy out Give it your all they imply, don't rely on help Sacrifice your blood, die for your family
By Mason Darnielle2 years ago in Poets
"Teacher's Tapestry: A Journey Through Primary School Memories"
In my primary school _ My first childhood memory, Entering kindergarten _ My first experience without parents. When I was scared of the school uniform _ I didn’t realize that there was someone special in school.
By Revathi Thangavel2 years ago in Poets
A Sip of Amour. Content Warning.
A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets