Family

"Eternal Ember: The Flame of Perseverance"
Beneath the storm's unyielding cry, A fragile flame still dares to try. Though winds may howl and shadows creep, Its steadfast glow will never sleep.
By Esther Hamboluabout a year ago in Poets
washing machine repair
He comes home a crewless ship, beached on wood planks and rocks, boots dragging seaweed on sandy carpet. No shoes in the home! but it’s too late; waves have engulfed the ship; it is swaying and virtually gone back
By souhilaabout a year ago in Poets
Love!
There’s something in the way you smile, It makes my heart race for a while, A simple glance, a fleeting gaze, Yet it lingers, like a warm embrace.
By Tulsiverseabout a year ago in Poets
Succinct
It started with a smile Sealed with a wink Oh, to be succinct How do you put all your love into one day When it’s as broad as a rainbow
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
What Is Love
Soft tender touch - of new baby's skin The smell of your mama - following where she's been Sound of laughter - the warmth of a grin
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Mom's house
There is a place in the world that you can't forget. Maples and poplars guard the little house there. I hurry to that house with my heart and soul, As if I find a door to my childhood there. As soon as I open the door - and I'm five again, Mom asks me to put my hat on again... And nothing in the world can replace the home where we are children, under our mothers' wings. When Mom hugs you, it warms your soul, Even if our path is covered with snow. A quiet conversation, tea with mint Will smooth out all the hills of life's roads. There is a place in the world full of warmth, There is nothing more wonderful - it's Mom's house!
By Arfiya khan about a year ago in Poets
Love in 50 Words
Love starts from within. It can take you places you’ve never been. It can sweep you off your feet. Turn around and make you weak.
By Jasmine Turnerabout a year ago in Poets
Creating Safety out of Nothing
I've never experienced the luxury Of safety being a place Of home being a home I get frustrated I feel sorrow because I don't know what the word means.
By Anna Sophiaabout a year ago in Poets
Not Your Grandma's Knitting
Stab it Wrap it throw it in the grave this is not what my grandma taught me to say when knitting but it makes me laugh
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Why humanness in its virtue fails
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
After the Conflict
The dust settles, a shaky ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unspoken regrets, yesterday’s words like shrapnel
By souhilaabout a year ago in Poets
Kitchen Chronicles- Tale from the Stovetop
Your eyes go cookoo. When you are looking at others. At the same time as yourself! The subheading might have confused you, but let me assure you it is indeed a full kitchen. I am in the kitchen, my mom is in the kitchen, Grammy is in the kitchen, sister-in-law is in the kitchen, and of course, the walking cooking disaster, my younger sister, is in the kitchen. I just pray that she doesn't set the kitchen on fire.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets