Family

What If
A thought has drifted into the back of my head One that has oft filled my heart with dread I dare not speak it for it might come true
By Stephanie Hoogstad8 months ago in Poets
Oh, How Time Flies
It’s been seven hours and fifteen days When we stole away, middle of May We took a drive and spent the day At the dunes sunning and splashing in waves
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
What She Doesn’t Know
What She Doesn’t Know He says, What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, like lies are soft blankets, like truth is a weapon to hide.
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Messages for My Kids
My kids are my priority, Just like any parent. I want their security. But I don’t teach them To win spelling bees,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Power March
We march down rhythm street, to meet the Truth and proclaim His praise. We won’t back away from the honor that is due His Name.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Chalk Dust and Skipping Ropes
Chalk Dust and Skipping Ropes We carved our worlds in concrete squares with chalky hands and sun-bleached hair feet bare or scuffed in worn-out shoes
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Honey Pot Of Luck
The Honey Pot Of Luck I keep it close, this jar of gold not for sugar, not for show but for the way it seems to hold a kind of pull the old folks know
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Apotropaic
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
My Daughter Will Not Be Raised by Ghosts
I come from women who did not name their sadness. They stirred it into stews— ají amarillo clinging to their fingers— let it simmer with garlic and guilt,
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Poets
My two cats Yin and Yang
I have two cats called Yin and Yang I have two cats called Yin and Yang one moves like smoke, one like a sigh they don’t chase light or wear a bell
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Shoes
There is a land I wish to place my feet -- upon the ground where the Bosporus meets the land of those I hold most dear -- the place I can go
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY8 months ago in Poets
I Didn't Say That
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" That rhyme is often used as a retort to insults or taunts, suggesting that the speaker is not affected by the hurtful words. However, the sentiment expressed in the rhyme is often debated, as many recognize that words can indeed cause significant emotional pain and distress.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets