Family

Healing in Silence
In the quiet of the night, When the world feels far away, I search for pieces of my heart, That left me on that day. The echoes of your laughter fade,
By Sen Sab9 months ago in Poets
The First Word I Gave Her
The day she was born I began to tell her of the letters that she will need to wield: "N" - like a talisman, "O" - like a sword.
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Your Bully Of A Dad
Your Bully Of A Dad You stand with your dad, like he’s some kind of king, but I know what he is, what he used to bring.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Grief of separation
Do you have any medicine for the grief of separation...? Dear Bulb, your sick. Have you heard or not...? The one who came, has he taken the heart or not...?
By WAQAS AHMAD9 months ago in Poets
What Money Can't Buy
"Money" can speed up time But money can't buy the time that has passed "Money" can buy the best medicine But money can't buy the strongest health
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
A Summer Evening...
A summer evening... Red... colored nails and flowers Fingertips and hearts The sun... In the night when you lie down
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Sometimes, We Forget
Sometimes... we forget Two people who have been together for a while From being far away, they become close people But sometimes, we are so close that we can't see
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
When Truth Outscores Fiction
Some events in the world are More incredible than cinema fiction. (As a result, they later become films) The film 'M Butterfly' is
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Oh My Child, Come Back to Me
Oh My Child, Come Back to Me The cradle’s still, the room is bare, She rocks alone in empty air, Her arms reach out to hold the past,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Poetess Marie381Uk
The Poetess Marie381Uk In midnight dress, with rose in bloom, She writes her thoughts in poetry true. A steady gaze, a knowing smile,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Omer 13 - the people’s daughter
The people’s daughter, entering the new world with soot in her eyes, strained vision to find where the rivers converge, only finding the ocean before her and its waves tugging at her feet to return home to the sea calling her back. Whispers and screams carried by cycling wind to and past the veil, carrying her visions, teasing the answers in response through dreamscapes and flora, fauna, lightning strikes. The world speaks — quiet, loud, in tongues and plain language, waiting…waiting for fluency from even one person to carry conversation.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
My Ancestry Family Tree
My Ancestry Family Tree As I sit here looking into my family tree, I look at relatives unknown related to me. Some piss poor, some died in vain,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets