Family

When bitter words
When bitter words howl Lean your cheek on her soft fur, Feel her bellows hum
By Sonia Heidi Unruh21 days ago in Poets
Lantern Bones
My grandmother’s hands show up in mine When I’m washing rice that same quick swirl, that same patience that looks like boredom
By Milan Milic21 days ago in Poets
love unconditional. Top Story - December 2023.
A/N - I'm re-releasing this piece today as my sweet Norma Jean crossed over the rainbow bridge this morning. I'm trying to wrap my head around the empty space in my heart and my home. She was always momma's girl. Always by my side. Eight years was not enough.
By Heather Hubler21 days ago in Poets
Let's Get This Party Started... Bye!
TOGETHER ----- at olympics, why?... prepare different cultures, a different shock, same wave, a different parking lot. it's zeal! not you...
By K.A. Smith21 days ago in Poets
Peace Is All I Wanted
Peace Is All I Wanted Peace is all I wanted, nothing more, Not riches, not a crown, not perfect days. Just quiet in my chest when night falls down,
By Marie381Uk 21 days ago in Poets
Beware Innocent Daughter
Young woman that’s funny and unsure, awkward, lanky, undeveloped, demure. Hides behind her long hair curled forward. Your allure is the thing that men adore.
By Jesse Lee21 days ago in Poets
A Warm Memory
holding a statue an elephant lying down was Mom's favorite
By Dana Crandell21 days ago in Poets
Holiday Meals
meals with family and the warmth of sharing them always end too soon *** Just a little something that occurred to me during Christmas lunch with some of the family. Those who couldn't make it were missed, but the warm feeling was still there. Thanks for reading! Don't forget to leave a like and a comment!
By Dana Crandell21 days ago in Poets
Don’t Be Cruel He Is My Child
Don’t Be Cruel He Is My Child He stands in the doorway with folded arms and silence, Watching a boy breathe like it offends the room.
By Marie381Uk 21 days ago in Poets
Hands
Hands tremble reach then stall knuckles turn white forks scrape thin plates, loud bread goes stale, candles melt wine rings bloom like raw, fresh wounds
By Imola Tóth21 days ago in Poets
You are my son-shine. Top Story - December 2025.
I’m raising a son, And his life has just begun. His father did more than just leave, he did more than just run. He left it all to me to raise our newborn son.
By Yalisa Matos22 days ago in Poets
Wrong Feng Shui
Bublé on the speakers Son hates Bublé skip change the shuffle Joe Pug Hymn #35 instead repeat volume down lyrics under breath
By Richard Patrick Gage22 days ago in Poets