Family

Between the Lines
I never said you were worthless— just looked away when you spoke. I didn’t call you stupid— just laughed too long when you cried.
By No One’s Daughter8 months ago in Poets
Father’s Day 2025
When Is Father’s Day 2025? History and Celebration Ideas Father’s Day is a cherished annual occasion dedicated to honoring fathers and father figures for their love, guidance, and sacrifices. In 2025, Father’s Day falls on Sunday, June 15—continuing the tradition of celebrating on the third Sunday of June in the United States, United Kingdom, Canada, India, and many other countries.
By M Irfan Zafar8 months ago in Poets
June
Eternally nocturnal Diving through wormhole after wormhole Fragile fraternal bonds Of an era long gone I’d rather stay low
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
A Cup Full of Yesterday
The chipped rim whispers of mornings gone by, Of steam curling upwards like ghosts in the sky. The glaze, once bright, now softened with years,
By Just One of Those Things8 months ago in Poets
On Father's Day
Another Father’s Day is here. People will celebrate, facilitate their fathers. I can't cheer, lost mine two years before.
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Time Does Not Always Heal
Five Years Ago... You Passed Away, Brother. The Night before I was Holding Your Hand and Thinking about when we were Younger...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)8 months ago in Poets
In The Corner Of My Mind
I dare not think it and I dare not say it You are my flesh and my blood and I love it that way But your demons are many Your hate for me surpasses anything and it is not justified
By Susan Payton8 months ago in Poets
Those Words
What if I said that you were terrible, that your harsh words made me mad? Would that have broken our sacred bond, made our love unrepairable,
By Cathy holmes8 months ago in Poets
scent memory. Winner in This Is How I Remember It Challenge. Top Story - June 2025.
sometimes i'm still in my mother's hospice bed, stroking her hair and holding her hand, smelling the sickness. i could smell her death, you know? smell it coming.
By kp8 months ago in Poets
Summer Nights
It's the summer of '09 And we're feelin' fine Nothin' like hangin' In the middle of the night The fire's lit and the skies all right
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
When Rain Falls, My Memories Rise
When Rain Falls, My Memories Rise There is something sacred about the sound of rain. Not the kind that lashes the windows in fury, but the soft, persistent kind—the one that seeps into the soil and the soul. The kind that slows the world just enough to let the past catch up.
By Hamid8 months ago in Poets
Threads Of The Self: A Biodigital Elegy
Summary: This poem explores the intersection of fashion, technology, and personal identity in a biodigital age. As garments become interfaces, and fabrics hold code, the poem reflects on how we construct and express our evolving selves through augmented clothing and digital skin. It contrasts organic memory with synthetic intelligence, questioning authenticity, transformation, and what it means to be “seen” in a hyperconnected world.
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets