Family

Hoops of Destiny: The Unseen Legacy
The gym echoed with the rhythmic bounce of a basketball as Elle Thompson dribbled tirelessly across the polished hardwood floor. His eyes, focused and intense, followed the ball with a precision that spoke of years spent mastering the sport. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the distant sounds of a city beyond the gym's walls were mere background noise to Elle’s single-minded pursuit.
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Blue Midnight. Top Story - September 2024.
Blue Midnight hurts; my soul is regurgitating pain from those before me and those with me now in the shadows of darkness. I am silent yet my mind replays the choices, the sickness and the fear of never having a window that will open and allow me to breathe peacefully.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Family Decisions
It's almost the end of the line and decisions pour through my mind... What will happen when I'm gone? Who will be left to handle this mess?
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
Dreamscape Psychoanalysis
Searching. Searching. Searching. Where are they? "Mo-om! What have you done with my dance costumes?" "I threw them out." "You what?"
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Poets
i've lost my cat
is that a dead bird outside my windo... ohh, shit, there's a hole in the screen– a tiny, feline-sized hole. i coulda swore i closed that thing.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Don't Buy Your Son A Gun
Don’t buy your son a gun Buy him a guitar instead Let him learn the beauty and creation of music Let him learn to express his pain and heartache
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
My Lovely Home
A place of warmth, a shelter dear, Where laughter echoes, year to year. The walls may wear a humble coat, But love is painted on every note. The garden blooms with colors bright, A peaceful refuge, pure delight. In every corner, memories stay, Guiding me through night and day. The kitchen hums with sweet embrace, Of meals prepared with gentle grace. Each room a story, each wall a tale, Of moments shared, both strong and frail. No palace grand or mansion high, Could replace the love that fills the sky. For in my home, my heart takes flight, Wrapped in its warmth, a shining light.
By Suganya Sabout a year ago in Poets
I'm with my thoughts
They saw me sitting alone. They began to judge me. They assumed I was lonely. They believed I needed someone to talk to.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
Recipe for Self
In life's bustling kitchen, they hand me a card: "Recipe for Success" in bold, black type. Ingredients listed: a spouse, two kids, A corner office by thirty-three.
By Winryabout a year ago in Poets
In Quiet Steps
You left so quietly one day, Without a word to say goodbye. Now I look for you in shadows, Beneath the ever-changing sky.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets
The Lovable Person: A Poem of the Heart
In the vast tapestry of human existence, certain individuals radiate love, compassion, and kindness in a way that touches the very soul of those around them. This poem celebrates such a person, whose presence in the world is like a gentle light, warming hearts, soothing sorrows, and offering a glimpse of the purest kind of love. This is the story of the lovable person, the one who embodies the essence of what it means to truly love and be loved.
By PETER Jabout a year ago in Poets
Smart
Everything’s so smart these days, Your phone, your watch, your car, The world’s interconnected, So close, and, yet, so far
By Courtney Johnsonabout a year ago in Poets