Family

POEM - Where Seeds Dream Trees
Beneath the soil, where silence sleeps, Where darkness cradles roots in heaps, A secret pulses, hushed and deep— The seed begins its sacred leap.
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
The View From My Two Left Feet
I think im the family's black sheep My generations sacrificial lamb Because its just been Uni Career Relationship Engagement
By Sarah O'Grady7 months ago in Poets
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing Genre: Poets / Psyche / Social Com Style: Poetic diary/narrative fragments Day 1
By waseem khan7 months ago in Poets
The Ballad of a Southern Mama’s Life
I wake before the rooster crows, With sleepy eyes and aching toes, A coffee cup clutched tight in hand, The queen of this chaotic land.
By The Arlee7 months ago in Poets
The Boy Who Lived
A boy named Harry lived unloved. In a cupboard, lonely, shoved. He found he was a wizard bold, With tales of magic to unfold.
By jameel Nawaz7 months ago in Poets
Things I Never Said Out Loud
There are words I never said. Not because I didn’t feel them, but because they stuck— right between my throat and my pride.
By Emma 7 months ago in Poets
Cryptococcal Meningitis
What is happening? Now I am really confused. What can I do now? I failed to notice you slipping, Not knowing you were falling. I would have helped but I was tripping, And now I am crawling. You raised me to be strong, And you tried to teach me compassion. Now I feel wrong, And empty of all passion. I hate to see you this way, And wish I could change it, But this is how you will stay And all I can do is accept it. You were my rock, But that has changed. All we do now is watch the clock, And that feels strange. I miss my mother. Do you miss your son? You are better than every other, And our journey isn't done.
By Colt Henderson7 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Carried the Sky
They say heroes wear capes, But mine wore tired hands and dusty shoes. He never spoke of strength, Yet he lifted mountains I could never choose.
By Mahmood Afridi7 months ago in Poets
Voices of Gaza philistine
Beneath the smoke, their spirits rise, With tear-filled hearts and hopeful eyes The rubble sings their lullaby, As children dream beneath the sky.
By Atif jamal 7 months ago in Poets
When Married Men Look Good?
I'm married for long years. I’ve experienced, the roller coaster, of marriage dynamics, So, I truly respect, those married men
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
No Return
Some people say “I wouldn’t go back for a million dollars, I wouldn’t ever change a thing” 🚧🚧⚠️🚧🚧 Those people I can only believe
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Before the Doors Closed
I remember the walls— they didn’t see me exist, but they felt me leaving. The wooden floors held stories of midnight giggles,
By Emma 7 months ago in Poets