Family

Be In These Times, I'm Asking... For My Kids
Please see these times— for my kids. Going down a very dark path, endlessly. Sometimes, I see actors amusingly. Following a ride, viewing the mountains.
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
Swaddled in Pink Hospital Sheets
Nineteen hours of hard labor Counting minutes, here it comes, the tiny quiver turning into pulsating agony Rolling, throbbing, and consuming me
By Andrea Corwin 7 months ago in Poets
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is a Toyland By the whisper of clocks and the laughter of hands, We enter the world where the not-quite-true stands.
By Nomi7 months ago in Poets
Lazy days of summer 2025
Lazy days of summer 2025 Lazy days, and I don’t mind, feet on the step, leaving clocks behind, ice in the glass, shade on my face,
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Tragic Cost
** When freedom is too much to ask from molted feathers dabbed with wax Such is the tale of Icarus knowing enough and ignorance
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Piss Off
God, could you please go away, I don’t want to hear what you say. I hate listening to your voice, Now I have a choice.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Poets
We Were Stardust in a Coffeeshop
We Were Stardust in a Coffeeshop Genre: Poetic Short Story I don’t remember what pulled me into that coffeeshop on a Tuesday afternoon — maybe the drizzle, maybe the craving, or maybe something else entirely.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Poets
While the World Sleeps
While the World Sleeps The world sleeps, quiet and still, while the stars hold their glow, and the moon keeps watch, silent, steady, alone.
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Do I Look Like Him?. Content Warning.
She remembered the smell of his cigarettes The way the smell of Bud Light danced Along the white corners of his mouth "I love you baby." He said.
By The Darkest Sunrise7 months ago in Poets
The Wrong Daughter
Look at what she does Its magic, Bravo! She does everything right Oh, just look at her go! Oh, you wrote a book?
By Sara Wilson7 months ago in Poets
62 Years Dancing with the Soul
Mom, you were born without a single drop of love. Raised without hugs, without tenderness, without a mother’s warmth to hold you.
By Liora Vogel 7 months ago in Poets
Sleeveless Hearts and Star-Spangled Tears
My mother used to tell me, “Try not to be so passionate about everything.” She said it gently, sometimes with a sigh, as if she were trying to save me from a world that would never understand the weight of a heart carried openly.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets