Gratitude

Something New
I had to have a conversation with myself again today, and it wasn't a very pretty talk. Because I had to remind myself
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
SOULS REMEMBERED
SOULS REMEMBERED Unknown but not forgotten + + + + Defending their national honor, Defending their country’s voice,
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
To those who ignore!
A day would come, for sure, that no AC can run its circuit, bearing the heat, to make us cool! It will be the final day,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
The Laundry Mat
In my home, I have had a washer and dryer since 1997, when I moved into this home. Every once in a while, I take a few rugs or large blankets/quilts to the laundry mat.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Are You Being Kind to Yourself?
I have learned that I am not able to deal with myself and I need to change that. Previously, the majority of the time I gave more importance to other's others and ended up feeling unappreciated. However, I have now realized that continually putting others before myself has brought about my own self-neglect.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Embracing Change to Keep Love Alive
Occasionally, the most beautiful things don't last a long time. Fireworks are to the sky like shooting stars that streak across the sky and disappear quickly. Relationships are a lot like that, for they too are the same as that. If we fail to preserve them, they will disappear.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Be true to yourself Part 2
Welcome back! In Part 1, we studied the significance of being authentic to ourselves and how it affects our relationship with other people. Now, let us discover more about the specific actions that can be taken to become your real self and live a happy life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
In the aftermath
In the aftermath Grimacing through the glimpses of her past self, She passed by her pictures on the old shelf Laughing through her eyes that endowed merriment,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Indigenous People
Indigenous peoples That's us. That's what we are. We live in the forest. We are the uncontacted tribes. Contacting us may not always be safe.
By 𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦2 years ago in Poets
The Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
ONE MORE DAY
Grateful for today Every new day is a gift Make the most of it.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
Morning Dews
In the quiet hour, when night whispers fade, And the first light peeks through the dark, The world awakes in a gentle parade,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets