Family

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 Tóth22 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
Cornucopia of Nature Trivia
My kid is six plus, but her knowledge of the natural world is far beyond her age. There is a reason, of course.
By Seema Patel23 days ago in Poets
Runner-up
Take one measure of shame, add milk, boiling water, and salt. Pour this into a bowl of flour. Then mix in two eggs.
By Moon Desert23 days ago in Poets
Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry23 days ago in Poets
Whispers in a Glass House
We live in a house of glass, where every word might shatter walls. Sunlight bends through our silence, casting shadows of what we cannot say.
By Winry23 days ago in Poets
Burnout
In twilight’s haze, where shadows creep, A soul unravels, threads frown deep. The clock ticks on, a relentless beat, Dreams suffocate beneath concrete feet.
By Luna Vani23 days ago in Poets
A New Time Of Hope
Today is Christmas Day... A day that I always enjoy spending with family. There are a lot of things that you can write about when it comes to this Holiday.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)23 days ago in Poets
I Can't Ever Remember The Order - Anyone Knows?
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry23 days ago in Poets
Dear Younger Me, I Didn’t Betray You
Dear Younger Me, I Didn’t Betray You I’m writing to you from a place you once dreamed of but could not imagine clearly. Not because you lacked vision, but because you were busy surviving. I know you thought the future would arrive like a rescue—loud, obvious, triumphant. I’m sorry it didn’t. I’m sorry it came quietly, carrying both relief and loss. But listen to me carefully now: I did not abandon you. I carried you until I could finally rest.
By LUNA EDITH23 days ago in Poets
YELLOW-PINK VOLTAGE
I am arriving here with a quiet mind and an open heart, letting the day unfold without rushing. This entry is part reflection, part creation, part pulse a small moment to breathe and reconnect. Trusselli Art dedicates this piece of the archive to freedom lovers, & lovers of peace, democracy & equality.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 23 days ago in Poets