Family

Dad’s Weekend
You showed up three hours late It was your daughter’s sixth birthday But you, you had a hot date. I thought of a million things to say;
By Andrew C McDonald7 months ago in Poets
The ice cream melted long before the world froze over
The ice cream melted long before the world froze over We stood behind the flats, elbows touching, watching it drip down like it already knew
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Call Me Daisy
I want to sit in a field of daisies and breathe in the fresh air. I want to have the luxury of nourishing my curiosity. Where do daisies come from?
By Rhiannon Garland7 months ago in Poets
Fruits and Vegetables
This is an acrostic dealing with the meaning of fruits and vegetables. Fresh fruits that require us to use our intuition and knowledge
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
Locks and Chains
The lock is protected by extra chains, barbed wire weaved throughout. I feel it's better not to say a word, though my screams could stop the pain.
By Mara Edwards7 months ago in Poets
Vacant
The Fosters are home not Any more alone, Gone again!... ahead, The little steps gifts, Elders and follows, and longs! Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
You Are the Best Father
You never wore a cape, but you carried my world. With calloused hands and tired eyes, You built dreams from dust and kept your promises whole,
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Cold Fire
Not the hearth's roar, nor the sun's ardent kiss, That thaws the bone and paints the world in gold, But something sharper, born of the abyss—
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
POEM - A Casket Without A Key
Beneath the soil where shadows creep, There lies a box in silence deep. Its edges worn, its hinges cold, A story trapped, untold, unsold.
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
I Missed You, Princess
When I open the door and you see me, your tail wags so wildly it looks like you might lift off the bed. You scramble over blankets,
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
Vanished with Quite the Trace
Acceptance is not easy, But it’s necessary, all the same. Children see their heroes clearly— Daddy, you were mine. Empowering me, preparing me
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
Empty
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for May 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)7 months ago in Poets