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By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
The day my one-month-old baby quit breathing was the worst day of my life and not knowing what to do. I remember it and can't forget.
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Poets
He Cut Off My Long Hair He cut off my long hair said it was too wild, too free said men stared, and he was tired of sharing me
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Don't shake the family tree, you never know what will fall out There are strange fruits growing from it's limbs Names omitted for the preservation of my sanity...and also to refrain from arming them with more fodder to sling my way.
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Poets
That’s my kind mother, she lived her life of homemaker, retreated to the background, stayed house-bound, helped her spouse steal the show,
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
Father was not necessarily a bad pater begetter, but he was emotionally complex, and poetically ambiguous. Multi-talented was he - musician, calligrapher, carpenter, herbalist and a connoisseur of the art of disappearing.
My nephew’s pup, a Scooby fan, Would beg and point—a clever plan. But I stood firm, I made a rule: "No more cartoons, you silly fool!"
By Staringale6 months ago in Poets
A pup, a movie, snacks in tow, He yapped at ghosts—oh, what a show! The credits rolled, but not for long, He begged for more—who could say no?
The Camel with the Hump, The Elephant and The toothless Croc The camel had the hump today, And not the one that helps him sway,
I. Seed (The Awakening) A whisper hums beneath the neon soil, a pulse of jade in circuits cold as stone. The garden sleeps in ones and zeroes coiled,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Love comes in many forms, It's not always rings, and roses, It comes with thorns, To truly love takes strength, It's the strongest power a human has,
By Carol Ann Townend6 months ago in Poets
It didn’t start with a suitcase. Or shouting. Or slammed doors. He asked why I was distant. Held out gifts like glue.
By Oula M.J. Michaels6 months ago in Poets
