We often view revenge as a normal response to humiliation from the words or actions of those around us. We act on it because those words or actions have caused us suffering and pain. But does revenge truly relieve our inner pain? Does it improve our situation? Pain is stored within us, while our revenge …
by Rana Enduring the night could be secure than this wilder westPerhaps someone could surmise the remedies in my brainCrazier the days can get a lingering harness and demandThe soul in negotiations with the heart trapped in its chainsConfessions perfumed and wrapped in the silky velvet boxThe perplexing pleasures battling the freedoms are wildly insane“Every day …
de Aura Popa Cuvintele ne-au îngheţat în gânduriDeşi afar’ e iarăşi primăvară…Cafeaua mult prea neagră şi amarăNe dezmorţeşte doar câteva rânduriDe secetă, fireşte… Şi de teamăCă înfloriri sub vremuri se sufocăŞi-atâtea linişti albe se revocă…Pe nume, glasul tău nu mă mai cheamăNici eu nu te mai strig… Eşti prea departeŞi te îndepărtezi cu orice clipăZburăm… dar …
by Daniela Topîrcean socul în floare -dantelă croșetată pe frunze de jad elderberry in bloom -crocheted lace on jade leaves レース編みのごとくニワトコ開花せり * mătase și satin -în lumina zorilor flori de hibiscus silk and satin -hibiscus flowers in the dawn light 滑らかな光に咲いてハイビスカス * amurg violet -pe flori de orhidee un ultim retuș purple twilight -a final touch on the orchid flowers …
by Lynn White The trees are barewhere the leaveshave fallensomewhere.Not there.Not herewherethe ground grievesfor all its lost leavesas the dance goes on. First published in Celebration of Trees Anthology, Orenaug Mountain Publishing, March 2026 https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.comhttps://www.facebook.com Photo by Tanya Barrow on Unsplash
de Petru Racolța De-aș lucra în Capitală,Mi-aș pune curcan în oală,Însă eu muncesc la țarăȘi mă culc flămând spre seară. De-aș lucra la Primărie,Aș plimba câte-o hârtie,Doar că eu muncesc la moarăȘi povara mă doboară. De-aș fi coleg cu Grindeanu,Aș trăi ca-n rai tot anu’.Însă eu n-am colegi corupțiȘi umblu cu pantofii rupți. De-aș lucra la …
by Bianca Alina When I see you at sunrise,My heart becomes a skyBrightened by the warmth of your smileWe’re walking along the beach,Your heartbeat – trying to sync with mine,Is so loud that it makesMy whole being go wildI lose myself in the depth of your gaze,And I just knowYou’re a poem written by the seaTo …
June 2026In my garden Photos by me Love, Manuela Copyright © 2016-2026 manuela@inalove.world
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