Family

Unity Is Everything
“The Earth is what we all have in common.” The Earth Itself is full of diversity and yet everything “LIVES” together.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Harvest of Light
The evening arrives like a soft-spoken guest, carrying the scent of cinnamon and cool November wind. Lanterns glow in windows across the valley,
By Alexander Mind2 months ago in Poets
The challenge of Balance
The Challenges of Balance: The Negative Impact of Women Entering the Workforce on Building a Happy Family❤️ Women entering the workforce represents a tremendous social and economic transformation, bringing numerous benefits to them and to society as a whole. However, the negative impact this transformation can have on the traditional family structure and its happiness cannot be ignored, especially when conscious planning and a redistribution of roles are absent. Building a happy family requires a significant investment of time, energy, and emotional focus—resources often depleted by the demands of working outside the home.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets
never is absolute. Content Warning.
the discovery process objectionable but uncontested justified prejudice stayed within jurisdiction but not one single peer in the twelve
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
The Lost and Found of My Heart
There’s a lost and found inside my chest, a box behind the ribs, where all the almosts and not-quites go with half-chewed ticket stubs.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Floating
Floating in a sea of disbelief Itching for relief Stripped of every belief I once held dear Bereaved of my self Shucking the sleeve of my former reality
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
I Keep Dangerous Company
I keep dangerous company— not because they fight, but because they feel. Men who know the weight of their own silence.
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
Mama and Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving comes again, Mama, and your chair still waits at the table. I find myself looking at that empty place, remembering the way, you smiled
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
What Holds, What Reaches
My grandmother's hands were roots— gnarled, brown, pulling sustenance from ground I did not learn to read. She spoke in the old tongue,
By Neli Ivanova2 months ago in Poets
Three More Updates
three more plates please three more spoons, ribbons... ace please more glaze three more turkeys... raised please make sure to baste
By K.A. Smith2 months ago in Poets
My Heavy Chevy
Sitting here waiting for my brother to be done He is having an assessment, and I'm sure it's not fun I drive a Chevy My Grandson says it's heavy
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Poets
Third Eye
My third eye glazes over As the world grows colder A smoldering mass destroying us Societal entropy has a hold of me All I want to do is write and bring joy
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets