Family

Nostalgia Painting
She has gone to India only once, and that too was for my father’s funeral. She didn't see me, climbing guava trees,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
That's Love to Me
Call me eccentric, that’s how I am. Love is not measured by things, not by expensive gifts, but by gestures.
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
Every Colour He Ever Was
Every Colour He Ever Was He bursts into the room like a promise kept, tail wagging hard enough to move the day. Joy spills out in colours I cannot name,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
I'm Finally Free. Top Story - December 2025.
I lay silently in bed, swallowed by the dark, Eyes peeled open, untamed thoughts leaving a mark, Every lingering interaction, my mind consumed,
By Laydee B Writesabout a month ago in Poets
Incarcerated Brothers, Maybe Broooothers, Like Brothers Brothers
I'm GAY! Not the funny type of gay! The real, gay, the gay gay shit! Well, it started when my father wasn't able to tell me he loved me! Then my mother left me on a door-step of another neighbor! Real TOUGH shit! I got like 10 baby momma's! Some horse radish ice-cream, but truth be told, I kind of needed some pillow talk time! I needed "SEX"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" sex... Nah, just sex. I needed "MONEY"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" money... Nah, just money. So this is the last time I'm telling you...
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Feel Good
“To make a difference in someone’s life, you don’t have to be brilliant, rich, beautiful or perfect. You just have to care.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
Here I Stand. Winner in Roots and Branches Challenge.
Here I stand upon their shoulders high above the world where I can touch the diamonds of the heavens * * * * * *
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a month ago in Poets
Breath of Ashes. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
We gathered in the paling field Spring maybe later A circle of gentle faces Friends and the eyes of friends peering my way
By Kevin Rollyabout a month ago in Poets
A Light
The root of my life Is faith To mom And dad And my family And friends Though some of you passed You ground my life
By NJabout a month ago in Poets
DNA
DNA My DNA carries the echo of lifetimes, threads woven long before I arrived, and every cell holds a quiet message, written by those who walked before me.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Tears
I took my daughter Walking down the aisle at church And saw her saying Those simple words that mean she's gone. She was smiling,
By Alex Torresabout a month ago in Poets
Gaps to the Sky
On nights like tonight, the world feels simultaneously immense and intimate. Constellations emerge, careful and deliberate, threading the black canvas above. Branches sway in the winter wind, skeletal and stark, creating gaps through which starlight flickers and dances. The spaces between the limbs, stripped of leaves, are openings to something larger, something beyond my reach — yet perfectly within sight.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Poets