Family

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
Mask
You believe you're untouchable, Yet the cracks in your mask are always there. The crowd applauds your hollow show, A fragile throne built on despair.
By Sara Wilsonabout a month ago in Poets
I Mourn For You
I heard your subtle hints of the end I chose to ignore because it was easier to pretend, That you were okay, That the sickness would go away
By Laydee B Writesabout a month ago in Poets
Grief
A Shadow falls upon the brightest Day, And dims the Sun that once did shine so clear. The World becomes a Stage of dull Decay,
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
To My Precious Daughter
Always my source of brightest light At war with yourself, a constant fight Charming always but doubts her right To befriend the world that’s dark as night
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Accidental Ancestry
Proud of Celtic heritage, Glaswegian born and bred. / The sound of the pipes, the infectious laughter of The Big Yin —
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Give Me A Break
I am starting a new series of articles, that I am calling "Give Me A Break". I will be addressing the things that I find absurd, and perposturous. I will start with this issue, because I was in contact with my ex-sister in-law on facebook. And she did the same thing my ex- husband did to his son, to her son.
By Susan Paytonabout a month ago in Poets
My Branches Sag
my family’s tree is incongruous; its limbs sag off the side
By Thomas Bryantabout a month ago in Poets
This Christmas Without Them
This Christmas Without Them Three years now, since Jimmy left, the fifth of December, still hits hard. And this cold year,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets