Family

Echoes of Dusk
In twilight's hush, shadows stretch like whispers, The soft rustle of leaves dances on the breeze, Silken petals brush against eager fingertips,
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Awakening Sensations
Beneath the dawn, golden light spills like honey, The distant call of a morning bird sings clear, Cool dew clings to skin, a gentle morning kiss,
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Connected At The Core
deep below the surface long before our foundation broke a subtle crack along the surface a heartbeat started when we spoke
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
Happy Be-Day Mum.
There are days…. I kinda wonder What to say about this person. That person in those days, Cuddling us from the cradle
By Williams Antwi Asiamahabout a year ago in Poets
A Journey of Love and Dreams.
In the quiet whispers of the night, Your laughter dances, a sweet delight. With every glance, my heart takes flight, In your embrace, world feels right.
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
Waiting. Top Story - September 2024.
The pink and white stick is faced down on the off-white toilet seat and I stay far away. It is a ticking bomb, I wait for its explosion.
By Hela Babout a year ago in Poets
Soul-4
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Let's Go To The Movies
where are you going? You watch a movie where are you going romance: warm your heart where are you going comedy : laughter relieves stress
By Kelly Vedderabout a year ago in Poets
Just To Go On Vacation
Eighteen pairs of underwear for only seven days? Do I really need all these? What, do I plan on having an accident in my pants twice a day, every day? I can leave some of these behind… on second thought… better to be safe than sorry. Throw them all back in. Shorts, long pants, sweaters, tank tops - never know what the weather might be like. After all, it could still snow in the middle of summer, right? WHY WILL THIS DUFFLE BAG NOT CLOSE!?!? Please zipper, please don’t break…
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
Apple Crisp
Apple Crisp in a pan Ideas older than the age of man Baking food takes a plan You would hate to ruin the perfect dish /
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
Deerwalking. Runner-up in Unfiltered Challenge.
Once, with a mother’s vision, I could hear the squeak of cell division through the night air the humming of a tiny ribcage
By Stephanie Gingerabout a year ago in Poets
Sunday Thoughts
It explores the beauty of slowing down and embracing the peacefulness of the present moment. Through vivid imagery of drifting thoughts, steaming coffee, and the gentle sounds of nature, the poem invites the reader to let go of the week's worries and simply be. It is a reflection on the art of being still, finding contentment in simplicity, and reconnecting with the natural, unhurried rhythm of life.
By Sugumarabout a year ago in Poets