Family

Are you there, Dad? It's Me. Emmy.
Sometimes I wonder if there's another version of you, part of some other timeline out there in the universe, woven into the fabric of some other reality,
By sleepy drafts6 months ago in Poets
Unconditional
Is my love unconditional, Because I expect nothing from you Or because I expect nothing of you? I used to hold you in my arms
By Sean A.6 months ago in Poets
The Mother Wound
I forgave my dad posthaste- I never felt his presence graced. I blame my mother, this day still- I felt her watch and bless the kill.
By Nicky Frankly6 months ago in Poets
the shadows of my reflection
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
The Tree and the Vine
If Christopher had been a tree, He would have been a skinny yet strong one. With burls and knots twisting and turning, But always looking for the light.
By Xine Segalas6 months ago in Poets
Almost, But Not Quite
I. My mama was taught to say Columbus discovered something. My grandma, too. Same lie, different desk. They called it progress,
By T. E. Door6 months ago in Poets
The Ticket That Stayed in My Drawer
The Ticket That Stayed in My Drawer For the Summer That Wasn’t Challenge By [waseem khan] The ticket still sits in the top drawer of my desk. Folded in half, edges worn soft from the hundred times I’ve picked it up, stared at it, then put it back.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
The Dog Who Wanted to Be a Man
The Dog Who Wanted to Be a Man He stole my husband’s walking shoes Then sat to watch the morning news. He barked when someone spilled their tea
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Cat Who Thinks He Owns the Chair
The Cat Who Thinks He Owns The Chair I bought this chair, I paid in full, It swivels, rocks, and screams “old school.” It’s padded nice, it hugs my spine,
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
💔 I Fell in Love with Someone I Could Never Have
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Everything We met during our first year of college, in a class neither of us cared about — “Intro to World Literature.” She sat next to me by accident on the second day, because someone had taken her usual seat. She wore a dark blue hoodie with coffee stains on the sleeves and her hair was in a messy bun.
By Muhammad Abbas khan6 months ago in Poets
I Can't Forgive If I Can't Forget
I was one of those who never understood forgiveness — at least, not the kind I was taught. I was one of those who can’t forgive without a “sorry.”
By Lovina Miganeh6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Becoming The Tree
I. Seed I was a whisper in the wind’s palm, a husk of what if, clinging to the soil’s hem. The earth said, Dig deeper than your doubt,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets