Gratitude

The Art of Becoming
That’s life. There is joy, and there is bound to be regret. That is normal. You will feel exhilarated sometimes, and sad sometimes. That is all you, and in the end, it will all blend into a better version of yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing26 days ago in Poets
Take My Hand
Take My Hand Take my hand, if only for a while, Don’t say a word, just let me see your smile. In heaven you’re out of reach and sight,
By George’s Girl 2026 26 days ago in Poets
The Alchemy of Loving Life
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By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS 💗💗 27 days ago in Poets
THE ERA THAT SET THE TRAP. Content Warning.
"In 1983, they didn't just change the laws; they changed what it meant to be human. They reclassified the elders and the 'obsolete' as managed expenses—units to be monitored until they expired.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 27 days ago in Poets
Sometimes You Have To Wonder, Right - About The "R", or "W" - Which Is It !?
Rapid thoughts circulate through the brain, as if we are the people of this generation .. We are the ideal factor of the knowledge we have known, and yet more stories are left to be told ..
By 365poetry27 days ago in Poets
Sometimes People Needs "Pschia"...... try Help - I Mean, Sometimes People Need It
Have you ever had a dream - NOPE nothing is mine, and NOTHING will be mine !? Have you ever had friends you wish to impress - NOPE, nothing was mine in school, NOTHING will be mine today !? Have you ever had a purpose - Wait you mean to have childre, marry - that sort of thing.. Well, I couldn't have found any person - and if I'm being honest they all sort of kind of lack something !? What !? VISION, they lack the importance to want to see that they are not important to ME !?
By 365poetry27 days ago in Poets
My Phantom Lover be patient
My Phantom Lover be patient I woke before the morning had breath. The room was still, the curtains unmoving. Yet something watched from the quiet corner,
By George’s Girl 2026 27 days ago in Poets
The Man With Dancing Shoes
The Man With Dancing Shoes He came down the narrow street at evening, Shoes bright as if they carried their own fire. People turned, curtains moved, whispers grew,
By George’s Girl 2026 27 days ago in Poets
Crunch of Oak Leaves
crisp fallen oak leaves my shoes step on them slowly satisfying crunch. On this March afternoon I had fun crunching dry, crispy oak leaves. I will return to crunch some more with my kids.
By Seema Patel27 days ago in Poets
Who? What? When? Where? Why?
Who am I? What am I? When am I? Where am I? Why am I? In my journey through this cosmic sea, though I try to simply
By Lolly Vieira27 days ago in Poets
El-Roi. Top Story - March 2026.
I think I do owe you an apology I didn't see because I didn't wish to see I focused on images that were groggy Allowed laziness to lay a mat for me
By Harydo Neon27 days ago in Poets
My First Tip
Sometimes, when you share your writing on a platform, it can feel like sending a paper boat into a very wide ocean. You wonder if anyone will notice it drifting by. There are days when your words seem to disappear into silence, and you quietly keep writing anyway.
By Aarsh Malik27 days ago in Poets