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11 things that emotionally intelligent people would never indulge themselves in
Emotional intelligence is an essential skill that helps us navigate the daily challenges of life with ease and inward focus. While it is a muscle that needs be strengthened over time,, here are certain things that emotionally intelligent people would never indulge themselves in
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Inkwell
The Inkwell An ink well sits filled with untapped imagination, Awaiting a pen upon paper to manifest its creations.
Dan R FowlerPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMy life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about!
My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about! I witness myself say this phrase from time to time, where life plonks us into the desperation of ebb and flow of uncertainty and things not going in our favour. It is easy to say we are grateful and in complete balance when things are going well and life feels like the warm embrace of the sun shining on a Sunday morning. But the real test lies in remaining grateful and centred when life feels like spinning out of control. While it is easier said than done, here are some reminders that might help you get through the days that feel like a burden
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsReal eyes
The World is full of sweet and spice Life makes your pain twice At least though try to be nice B'Coz Real eyes realize real lies
"Opening the Force of Careful Eating: An Excursion to Dietary Wellbeing"
In the present high speed world, the idea of careful eating has gotten some decent forward momentum as a comprehensive way to deal with sustenance and by and large prosperity. A long ways past a passing pattern, careful eating envelops a significant change in context towards food, cultivating a more profound association between the brain, body, and the demonstration of sustenance itself.
Saturn May Riot
My name is Bud not Buddy… And I cut my hair off because I didn’t know what else to do.. An escapist by nature.. I could be in New Orleans by night..
Oscar WilsonPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Entertainment
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsMeditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsMask Poem
Though you look pretty You put on your masks You hide your identity I Am Transient, Cloudy Raining Tears, Cold She is the ocean, Comforting Me
In my eyes I carry my father’s rage and my mother’s sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsClockwork
Sat still, hands moving; Time passes, never ceasing- Subtle, yet steady. *** Hope you guys love this short Haiku! It's written for Matthew Fromm's challenge!
Enough Is Enough
Enough Is Enough In darkened rooms covered in yesterday’s smut, Are memories unwanted tormenting and rough. If not for times that surface that slaughters my soul,
Dan R FowlerPublished 6 days ago in Poets