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A Week Of Rhyme
Every year for about eight years now, I hold a Poem a Day in February or PaDiF. I have a writers group and the month consists of regulars who look forward to writing and submitting something every day.
By Denise E Lindquist12 months ago in Poets
Valentine's Day
People seem to think Valentine's Day is just for couples. It's not. Is that the only relationship in your life? Most likely not.
By Rene Peters12 months ago in Poets
Flowers of old and new: Happy Valentines Day
These are the flowers we picked and cut that one day with my son, mom I keep them handy by the kitchen sink It reminds me of you
By Melissa Ingoldsby12 months ago in Poets
The Meaning of Easter
Dying truth crucified, dead, buried He rises!
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
Meant Two Be
True love found me twice in my life... First with the man who calls me his wife... Then unexpectedly, the spark hit me once more...
By Luna Verity12 months ago in Poets
Crystal
A surprise of a lifetime happened today, By happenstance, It was very pleasant, A very beautiful woman came to my front door,
By Tambourine Man12 months ago in Poets
BUTTERFLY
Beautiful fluttering wings Underneath a shinning sun Teasing the next adventure with you Toward tomorrow's Ever eager embrace.
By Amanda Starks12 months ago in Poets
A Bond Like No Other
A Bond Like No Other From the very first breath, so tiny, so small, A mother’s heart whispers, “I’ll catch you if you fall.”
By ANITA12 months ago in Poets
Love, Mom
My Foundation With calm patience and wise, soulful eyes, You gently guided me into this world of motherhood. My Energy
By C. Spears12 months ago in Poets
“I love you” in disguise
“Text me when you’re home.” “I thought of you when I saw this…” “Are you okay, really?” “I believe in you.” “Be safe.”
By Mikayla Rose12 months ago in Poets
Storge: Familial Love
The first love, beyond all others, is that of family. The ones who care when we were new and vulnerable Families grow and change
By Natasja Rose12 months ago in Poets
Little Old Me
People are determined to miss your existence because they were waiting for your children’s instead. People will miss your happiness because it did not derive from a registry. Values placed on things not yet sentient; whispers on phantom winds. Yet, I am the one expected to smile, promise “soon,” feel honored even to be “thought of.”
By Dakota Love Dangler12 months ago in Poets