Family

Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I Cannot
* Silence: yeah sure, that's exactly what they want I can imagine the power gained in shutting us up Long live the voices of the timid and weak
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Back to School
T’was the night before school and all through the house The kids were going buck wild, foaming at the mouth They kicked, they screamed and were dragged to bed
By Christina DeFeoabout a year ago in Poets
The Enemy to Innocence
Shouts echo down the corridor of a home, interrupting the peaceful slumber of a child who laments the quiet they once had when they were
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
The Beginning of the End. Top Story - September 2024.
She picked up the picture, asked who it was. I almost laughed. But when I saw the curious Look in her eyes, the empty
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Emotional Struggles of Fatherhood
In quiet evenings, he bears the weight, A dad's heart, a weighty state, With dreams of solidarity, he conceals the tears,
By Danny Prem kumarabout a year ago in Poets
Roots of Love
In laughter shared and tears we've cried, Our bonds grow strong, side by side. Through every joy and every fight, Family shines, our guiding light. In cozy homes and hearts so wide, Love and warmth in us abide. A hand to hold, a shoulder near, Family wipes away our fear. In whispers soft or stories told, Family is where we grow bold. Through time's embrace, we stand as one, Our love unbroken, never done. In every smile and every sigh, Family is where our spirits fly.
By Suganya Sabout a year ago in Poets
SOOTHING
Soft sobs gently cease as I sing "Brahms' Lullaby," at the End of the day. while Night descends and changes from restlessness to
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
SILENCE
Squeak, squeak, the rocking chair goes back and forth It is the only sound in the room, other than the Light breath of the small boy in my arms
By Patti Marrs Magillabout a year ago in Poets
The Space Between Us
Since the day eternity Inhaled my heart, sliced Lastly by my father’s prayers of understanding God’s silence, Even the guttural vibration of
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets