Family

Tea
The delicate floral - tiny blushing buds and spearmint leaves, wrapped around the edge of it like lace from a vintage gown
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Walk Alone
Walk alone. Solitude is an art.. Keep your mind away from evil people. Even Charlie Chaplin, who shared laughter with the world,
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Even At The End
L.C. Schäfer's One Dollar Challenge * Promises will break And your heart may need repaired But, life finds a way
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
The Eagle's Test
How Does a Mother Eagle Choose a Mate for Her Child? An eagle mother doesn't Just choose a mate, she tests him out. Clinging to a branch, she flies up and circles overhead.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Great Granddaughter and Mum
Holding your first great granddaughter on your hands at the age of 77 is a miracle for you, mum. You raised us your six children and took care of papa through difficult times.
By Irene Mugang Narewec 9 months ago in Poets
The Four Eggs Lesson
A wife exposed her husband's plan to marry another woman. In response, she dyed four eggs, One each of four different colors, and brought them in for him to eat at dinner.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Omer 17 - snapdragon
Questions compound as experiences expound; forgetting, as we traverse down the stalk, what we are made for, what we search for.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
What Grief Sounds Like.
Grief isn't polite. It doesn't call and let you know it'll be dropping by. It doesn't knock when it shows up. But music-music opens the door and allows it in. My grief playlist isn't beautiful. It's not polished or uplifting. It's raw and tears at the wounds. It helps me to the one thing I'm always afraid to do: feel the grief.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
to break bread. Honorable Mention in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge. Top Story - May 2025.
I went out to lunch with my grief and she was a year late. when she finally walked in the door the whole room stood at attention—
By R.C. Taylor9 months ago in Poets
Bye Bye Baby
Bye Bye Baby They played our song, Bye Bye Baby, as he stepped onto the train, a wave, a smile, a brave salute, I blinked back tears in vain.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
An Old Ancestor's Tree
The ancestor's old tree Sleeps. Made into a business, Watchers can see Happys and again Up, money... With branches and limbs, It feels around For what's related and Can now see, Living well with Young children. But the tree only half Thinks let them be. Let all play and sleep, Until full.
By K.A. Smith9 months ago in Poets
A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Poets