Family

You Can’t Take It With You When You Go
You Can’t Take It With You When You Go Uncle hoarded each coin like a tightwad, counting in silence, dreaming of tomorrows.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
A Sonnet For My Mother.
Our lives, two rivers flowing side by side, Each twist and turn a mirror of the other. In you, the echo of my steps reside— I am your daughter, you, my first home: Mother.
By Test9 months ago in Poets
A.U.T.I.S.M
A beautiful baby, loved at two lines. Understanding that love cannot be quantified. Terrible twos lasting well past year three
By Courtney Johnson9 months ago in Poets
Mama, My Sunrise
Mama Is a Sunrise~ Evelyn Tooley Hunt A symbol of warmth and love, She cuddles her own like no one else. When it comes to correction too, You can always count on Mama.
By Maud Agyemang-Gyau 9 months ago in Poets
To Be Enough
Not thinner, brighter, louder, more, Not chasing things I can’t restore. Not perfect lines or flawless skin— But all I am, both out and in.
By Muhammad 9 months ago in Poets
Miss you
In English, we say: “I miss you.” But in poetry, we say: “I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger,
By Lajuk anjum9 months ago in Poets
Radio Free Kleptocracy
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Embrace the Change
Every change Something changes Every new beginning Something is always missing Because this world has taught us that
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Whispers by the Riverbend
A humble, black-eyed scoundrel...! Shah, an, today too, in the evening, The three of them were coming to the bank. I heard a theatre audience sitting nearby,
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Brother
your laugh cuts me in half your eyes that tell lies your echoing narcissism in my head. every sound I make every move I make
By Slgtlyscatt3red9 months ago in Poets
Mirror
1980. Big hair. Bright colors. Boom box. And you. You’re stuck there. The past your home. The present your prison.
By Jackson Reavis9 months ago in Poets
I am grateful,
Grateful I Am I am grateful, For every soul that holds some light, I’m enchanted by the love they bring, They share with me the songs of life. Grateful I am, To those who sang what’s on my mind, In rhythm, verse, and art combined— A harmony of humankind. I am grateful, To hearts who offered all their dreams, Their love unsure of where to go, But still they gave, with voice aglow— And softly said: “I’m grateful.” Each written word, a melody, A whisper warm, a reverie— A song that floats in peaceful air, A soul once lost, now dancing there. Beautiful, kind, never unkind, To those who hurt, it’s love they find. Grateful I am, To artists bold and kind at heart, Who gave their all, played every part— No fame required, no grand career, Just whispered truth: “I’m grateful here.” I raise my voice for all to hear, To shout it loud and make it clear: Grateful I am, to young and old, Who feel the depth in words we hold— Their love leaves prints without a fear, It soars like birds through skies sincere. Grateful I am... Forever near.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets