Family

The Phoenix in the Silence:
The house, once a hive of motion and sound, Now holds a quiet that feels profound. The laughter of children, a distant refrain,
By Katina Banksabout a year ago in Poets
The Wishing Well
When my Niece was three we used to go attend a church that had wishing well or fountain outside and she would love to toss coins into it, this is where the inspiration came from.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts-2
Ghosts of future memories haunt me Staring off in the distance As tells from my scryne tingle down my spine as they exit my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Good Morning Maezie
The stillness of the morning is broken by the soft toddling thunder of tiny feet. Her sea green eyes peer gently down at me,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Inheritance
The walls were stripped bare, other worldly, frozen in time. They said “come, pick something”. The rooms that once felt so full
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
ice deeper. Content Warning.
more family to me than mine ever was, the chosen ones. the broken things i relate to. and to the rest: i really don't gaf.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Spark of Christmas
Sleighbells ringing, snow so bright, Families gathering, hearts so light. Tinsel sparkling, carols sung, In the holiday spirit, we are young.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
BTFU. Content Warning.
i love you, very much. and i know i have not been effective at my demonstration; to show you that, amidst my digestion.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
When Love Goes to the Dogs
Rhea’s obsession with Max, her German Shepherd, had always been a source of tension, but I never imagined it would escalate to the point of breaking us. I loved her deeply—her laughter, her passion, her quirks. But lately, her unyielding devotion to Max was driving a wedge between us.
By Jyotishgher Astrologyabout a year ago in Poets
Paws Over Promises
The first time I saw Rhea with Bruno, her golden retriever, I knew they shared something special. Bruno was her world—her confidant, her cuddle buddy, and, as she often joked, the one "man" who truly understood her. I loved Rhea deeply, but I never realized how profoundly Bruno would challenge our marriage.
By Jyotishgher Astrologyabout a year ago in Poets
The Children of Narcissist Mothers. Top Story - January 2025.
I'll hold you close to my chest, My hand will cradle your head, You need fear no harm, My eyes are gentle, soft. * No fierce reaction will come from me,
By Ruth Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Asking All the Married Men
Tell me of the morning light That filters through her sleeping face, The coffee cup she leaves half-full, The way her scarves possess such grace.
By Ian Sankanabout a year ago in Poets