Family

Mama Likes the Roses
Mama Likes the Roses Mama likes the roses, soft and fair, Their petals blush like the morning air. A fragrance sweet that fills the day,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Rhyming All The Time
A grandpa monkey and a couple of grands see two grandgirls get to be monkeys around Grandpa as he insists right away on calling me,
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Seeing Life's Little Moments. AI-Generated.
Amid the rush, the endless race, small moments linger, soft with grace. A child’s laugh, a fleeting smile, a sunbeam resting for a while.
By Luciaabout a year ago in Poets
Will it ever be enough?. Top Story - December 2024.
Whatever I do feels like it’s never enough, and I’m so exhausted with everything. I spend my time on everyone, yet no one seems to understand that I’m not giving myself any time. My mental health isn’t terrible, but it isn’t good either. I am cared for, I am loved, and I have everything, yet I still crave peaceful nights.
By Whispers of romanceabout a year ago in Poets
Heartmelter
Icy lover, Let my tongue tip stick. Can we adhere? Your blue moue. Cerulean craquelure. Skis kiss. Lips lisp. Raw warm maw.
By Addison Alderabout a year ago in Poets
Essence (reside in me)
Pieces of your essence left here, tiny bulbs of light, scattered around in our, atmosphere, the core of your soul lingers elsewhere,
By Bri Campbellabout a year ago in Poets
The Bullies. Content Warning.
When the monsters are real, and they live in your house and nothing is worse than your mum and her spouse * when the light isn't safe
By Ruth Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Ballerina
Hey, little dancer, You are growing up so fast, Treasure each moment.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Sibling Love
Nobody could give me a noogie Nobody but you Nobody could call you a booby Nobody but me Nobody could make fun of my clothes
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Siblings
In celebration of my brother's birthday I want to share a poem I wrote. Odd thing is this poem started out being a poem about Nilüfer and her children then it suddenly warped into a poem about my brother. When I wrote it I was in a writing workshop and everyone loved it, talking about how easily one thing turned into another. Sometimes that's what writing is about. Sitting down with nothing in your mind , then suddenly filling up pages upon pages of paper on random thoughts you didn't even know you had .
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
Angels on Shoulders
Angels sit upon your shoulders, beckoning you to follow, and I know you wish to, selfishly I cry for you to stay, I point blame in odd directions,
By Samantha Smithabout a year ago in Poets
She is not Me
There are some damsels who get rescued by the handsome prince. Some ladies are swept off their feet by romantic gents. Some women will find the love of their lives.
By Cat Brooksabout a year ago in Poets