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Let's Be That Person
“You glow differently when you’re actually happy.” When we are happy, we are at peace and we are content. A radiant energy shines through
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a month ago in Poets
My Roots and My Branches
What are my roots and values? Are they the same thing or not? I think that they are the same... question that leaves me in thought.
By The Schizophrenic Momabout a month ago in Poets
Mother and Little Son Poem
Oh my little son, when I hold you in my arms, my problems vanish. I feel a plunge in my wrath, song flow from my mouth,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
Divorced. Content Warning.
If you don't see me smiling, don't ask me why, assume things on your own, things that make sense to you, even more than mine,
By Parvathi Jabout a month ago in Poets
The Final Word Was Silence
She never sought revenge Nor wished to prove them wrong Her heart was tired of fighting battles She only craved the calm
By Sara Wilsonabout a month ago in Poets
When Lightning Strikes the Tree
I visited the old stump the day Grandma died, Another matriarch felled by passages of time. Solid trunk, but old age hollowed the interior,
By Meredith Harmonabout a month ago in Poets
What Our Roots And Branches Symbolize
Our roots and branches Symbolize our identity. They anchor us to the past, Nurturing the present and future. The roots weave our family’s narrative
By Darla M Seelyabout a month ago in Poets
Nerve Endings. Winner in Roots and Branches Challenge. Content Warning.
Ancestral voltage charges and repolarizes, thus there is me in all my petrichor polarity - sane and sorted, HA, or psychosomatic and pyrrhic?
By Edward Swaffordabout a month ago in Poets
To My Departed Son
I remember our walks. By the fireplace we would talk. You told me you felt alone And wanted to run away from home. A girl saw light within you.
By Darla M Seelyabout a month ago in Poets
I wonder
---*--- As I sit here in silence, while the Sunlight recedes, contemplating my shadows showing up by my side, can't stop asking questions, as my old mind misleads,
By Alex Torresabout a month ago in Poets
What Grounds Us Is Not Weight
My roots begin in Mississippi, beneath a magnolia tree older than any scripture I was raised on. The women in my family say it remembers everything—
By Khalisa Raeabout a month ago in Poets
Breaking Curses of Dark Entities. Content Warning.
This flame is mine to ignite, not theirs to erase. Every curse becomes fuel, every attempt at destruction becomes witness. I stand sovereign truth over lies, care over cruelty, cadence over silence. This archive is not theirs to burn; it is mine to keep alive.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets