Family

So she lied.
She didn't tell me so she lied leaving me with thousands of tears over the years I've cried. Now in hindsight, I understand
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
An ode to Aria
A smiles worth will triple when you need it most. Oh, and when you gleam it inspires me to duplicate your fire. A gentle hands caress will soothe your heart that stutters. I will be right here when you wander, my hand outstretched-an act of stable trust.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Poets
Celebrating Kevin Sandbloom. AI-Generated.
Celebrating Kevin Sandbloom: A Hidden Gem in the World of Poetry, Jazz, R&B, and Soul In a music industry often dominated by commercialized sounds and fleeting trends, Kevin Sandbloom stands as a refreshing embodiment of authentic artistry. Today, we honor the birthday of Kevin Sandbloom, a soulful artist whose music resonates deeply within the R&B and Soul genres. A Los Angeles native, Sandbloom has quietly crafted a reputation as an authentic musician who weaves blues, jazz, and poetry into his performances, inviting listeners into an intimate and emotive musical experience.
By Denelsia Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Growing up
It started the day he walked away, I knew I had to fill the space, But every time I tried, I’d fail, Now I understand the weight of the trail.
By Chisomabout a year ago in Poets
Mam & Dad
MAM & Dad In quiet corners of my heart, Their love, a flame that won’t depart. Though time has woven threads of sorrow,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Happy Nappy
Brown-eyed boy's baggy baby britches "Heh, heh, heh," Change me, Mum Cool wipes to warm bum; stiffened legs relax, pedal an imaginary bike
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
And It Came To This. Top Story - October 2024.
I walked out on you... I walked out on all things you. I packed my bags, what little of it, And left to the haven I call home.
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
To My Departed Wife
You would hold my hand so tight, Tell me kind words each day and night. I loved to smell perfume on you, Saw the caring things you would do.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
To My Son
You loved to squeeze my hand, Told me words I would understand. I saw the first steps you would take, You smelled the things I would bake
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
Illusions, At Face Value
It's hard not to judge a book by its cover, especially when that cover is so hard‐ One can only wonder, What color is the heart behind a face of stone?
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
My dad and Sheeba take 2
My Sheeba, the Star of Our Hearts In the golden glow of afternoon light, Sheeba, the corgi, was a joyful sight. With a wagging tail and spirit so free,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Kalalou. Top Story - October 2024.
Ugh… that murderous grit, fine but rough, slipping in my underwear—itching! I focus on the rolling murmur of the waves, the laughter of kids nearby—relax.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Poets