Family

When Sorry Isn’t Nearly Enough
When Sorry Isn’t Nearly Enough I held your name too soft to speak, as if the wind might overhear, a whisper stitched with all I broke,
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Through Time.
It seems the days are passing by so fast, and yet it's like I'm still standing in one place. I look back on all my yesterdays and the footprints that walked with me through my life. I know the spirits of every person and every animal I've ever loved are still with me — and somehow, somewhere, in some other universe, we are together again.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Poets
The Last Cup Was Yours
I woke up today To silence that wasn't new — But still managed to sound louder Than the morning birds ever could. The kettle hissed,
By Mahmood Afridi7 months ago in Poets
Remembering Bandit
I remembered your "meow" when you heard me on the phone wanting to say hello I remembered your stare on video call when you look at me attentively every time I talked to you
By Windchime7 months ago in Poets
Fragrance
Like fragrance, it kept spreading wide, Like memories, it stayed inside. The night passed slow, soft and low, Burning like fire’s gentle glow.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Poets
Guardians of the Soil
They rise before the sun dares blink, In fields where silence learns to think. Steel in hand and fire in soul, They march ahead to pay war’s toll.
By James World 7 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Weight Of Splendor
Beneath the sky of burning gold, Where dawn unwraps its hues untold, I walked alone through morning's fire, With heart both heavy and desire.
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
POEM - Captured Starlight
In a hollowed jar on a windowsill, Where shadows sleep and time stands still, I trapped the glow of the distant night, A trembling beam of captured starlight.
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
When a Photo Blinked
I didn’t plan to cry today. It was just a regular day, one of those quiet ones where you move through your home not really thinking about anything important. I had my phone in my hand, like always, just scrolling—maybe looking for something, maybe just passing time. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to eat. Maybe I meant to. Maybe I forgot.
By ibrahim khan7 months ago in Poets
Sun Catcher. Runner-Up in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
*CW: loss, grief --- The last time I saw you cry, it haunted me even more than your icy, ceiling-locked stare of morphine
By Sam Eliza Green7 months ago in Poets
But why should I even care?
But why should I even care? It's not like he meant anything to me. It's not like he was ever there to begin with. He was nothing but a thought and a fantasy,
By Emma Mark7 months ago in Poets
The Stretch Marks Between
The stretch marks caught the light. Like silver lines drawn too fast to stay straight. I was on the couch, tea gone cold,
By Louise Williams7 months ago in Poets