Family

Becoming Persephone
Hardest thing in life to do is mourn people who are dead to you but yet still alive. It’s like two worlds but they can’t collide.
By Kallie Venturini ❤️about a year ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
Life is hard, my world seems crazy. Would it be easier if I was just a daisy? People with family take them for granted. When you don’t have family you understand it. You wish you had them to take for granted. A mom and a dad, I would be very glad.
By Kallie Venturini ❤️about a year ago in Poets
Butterfly 🦋
Happy Birthday my little butterfly. Well not so little anymore are you? I have seen you once in the last few years, for a small moment in time.
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
While by the roadside
On the roadside, where the world unravels in a dance of dust and sunlight, wild daisies emerge like impromptu confetti,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
The Garden of Becoming
In the garden where daylight lingers and the echoes of laughter still hum, the children unfurl like the petals of blooms
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Sweet Southern Fields
In the heart of a Sunday morning, the church bell’s call rustles through the cotton fields, where the hum of the sermon mingles with the wind’s soft whisper.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Goodbye
We danced on the edge of a fragile dream, Two souls intertwined in a delicate seam. I held on tight as the flames crept near,
By RKabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
To My Child
Your sweet baby blues, Remind me of your future, Please don't forget me.
By Hazel Steeleabout a year ago in Poets
The Sculptor of Fractured Harmony
In the tangled forest of youth and duty, he arrived, A fledgling in the storm’s relentless embrace, Trying to nestle into the crevices of a fractured family,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
But You Said
You cried helplessly But you said you were okay You pounded your fists But you said you weren’t angry I offered to talk
By Jack Friendabout a year ago in Poets
Where the untamed meets etiquette
In the gentle arms of time’s unfolding grace, A tomboy, wild and free as the winds of yore, Journeyed through the seasons, where rough-hewn paths
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets