Family

When Cancer Takes
When Cancer Takes Cancer took my dad and left a family broken, Hearts split open, tears we drown in, Tears fall so frequently we cannot count them,
By Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Poets
Grief
my heart is kept warm mingling in the memories surviving winter
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden30 days ago in Poets
Haiku of Warmth
The house is cold now since she passed away, but I write haiku's to warm.
By Raith C. Francisabout a month ago in Poets
Star Valley
The first-day fire sputtered and coughed to life, Smoking with rain-damp needles and muddy rocks, Clinging to our dusty coats and
By Jessica Dowdingabout a month ago in Poets
Winter Solstice Night
The winter solstice has a sharp cold, And a dull light The winter solstice, where not even the stars shine bright The longest darkness
By Kayla Wrightabout a month ago in Poets
The Final Flame
Finally, we are all together. For this is not the first time. Chillier is the weather. Peaceful is the mind. We talk and reminisce -
By Mike Owczarekabout a month ago in Poets
When you understand fire
Sometimes a fire can burn uncontrollably Like a story Frantically written down before it is forgotten - I remember collecting kindling on the beach at night
By Tyabout a month ago in Poets
The Winter Walk
Paws, frozen sidewalk Five pound dachshund in a coat Pressed against my heart ~~~ Toro, unwilling to touch the sidewalk on a Winter "walk"
By Amos Gladeabout a month ago in Poets
Tiny Toes
Tiny, wee, a grain of a soul. You were made from the wondrous secret of the universe— and the secret is love. When I think of you, little one, I think of the dusty night sky, lit with millions of glowing stars, because it steals my breath away just the same.
By Krysten Guilbaultabout a month ago in Poets
Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By C.M.about a month ago in Poets
And there was Light!
And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
By C.M.about a month ago in Poets
I Am From
I am from a glass town, not well known but of great affluence. I am from a yellow and brown parsonage, with a second-story, screened-in porch where my brothers and I would play with legos. I am from our family dog Bandit, a husky mix. I am from the neighborhood kids I was friends with, and the backyard which seemed huge as a child that in reality was kinda small, but it had a tree fort in the very back that was so much fun to play on.
By Caleb B Geigerabout a month ago in Poets