Gratitude

Palo Verde
Many out there might be still calling it a yellow flower, if they happen to lift their gaze, from the phone screen. I can’t.
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
A Children's book
The thin book you must open To find what still is there A glimpse of what is waiting Memories of four wooden chairs The smell of Saturday morning.
By Raine Fielder6 days ago in Poets
Lovely Workplace
Sometimes I feel, I have the best workplace, my dining table. One half is my art studio, the other half holds my laptop.
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
I wasn't going to write a poem today but there's a deadline and therefore I will write a poem today
Do you ever get a feeling That everything is a wee bit fucked? A tingling of the neck A look over the back
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Poets
Power Prayer into the Path to Peace ❤️❤️the path to peace towards Kairos ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️the path to peace ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️the path to peace ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️the path to peace ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️the path to peace ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS 💗💗 6 days ago in Poets
I'm Hurt - You Want To Know Why - Love "Cannot" Flow From The Sides - It Doesn't Really Make Sense - WHO Said That !?
Okay, let's pretend this is my side !? Let's pretend these are my ribs, and my bones - my SIDES !? Let's pretend these are the people who are with ME !?
By 365poetry6 days ago in Poets
The Next Chapter
I have eaten too many words. My spine creaks and groans as I swell. My pages are full of small print that cannot be erased or edited.
By Brier7 days ago in Poets
Cheers!
Pencil, pencil in my hand I wish I were the best writer in the land Round and round in my head These thoughts seem full of lead
By Mother Combs7 days ago in Poets
She Wears Hearts Like Armour
She Wears Hearts Like Armour She wears hearts like armour, pressed into her skin, soft shapes pretending they do not remember pain.
By George’s Girl 2026 7 days ago in Poets
To: The monsters under my bed.... Content Warning.
To: The monsters under my bed... I still love you quietly, gently at a distance where my love cannot be seen I still love you
By Lolly Vieira7 days ago in Poets
An Open Letter To The Woman I Was
I've been staring into the mirror a lot, turning to the side, admiring the subtle new curve of the hips, the roundness of my shoulders, the flatness of my chest.
By Ashley McGee7 days ago in Poets
escape into the writer-sphere
community vibes write your heart out together you're all invited ~~~ Did you know that 4WORDS is now on Vocal officially? Or that we're running our second FREE Virtual Writing Retreat this Saturday? Or that it's in support of Mental Health Advocacy?
By Oneg In The Arctic7 days ago in Poets