Family

Arif and Farzana love story
Arif and Farzana met on a fresh harvest time evening in a clamoring commercial center in Lahore. The city, with its lively tones and chaos of sounds, felt like a material of life. Arif, a youthful craftsman with an unkempt facial hair growth and an energy for painting, was meandering through the slows down looking for motivation. Farzana, a writer with a peaceful presence and an affection for books, was there to track down old compositions and uncommon volumes for her assortment.
By Arif zamanabout a year ago in Poets
If tomorrow starts without me?
If tomorrow starts without me? One day it will! Today it will? Three truths and a lie to swallow like a bitter pill. The grandfather I never knew would say, “I read the obituaries in the paper this morning, and I wasn’t in them so I guess I better leave the house.”
By Dominick DiRienzoabout a year ago in Poets
It Takes Two
They both grew together The small girl and her bird To say that they were tethered I know may sound a bit absurd But the connection that they shared
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Is an Independent Life Good?
Is an Independent Life Good? In the quest for freedom's grace, We seek the path with space to trace, A life unbound by ties of old,
By Bal IKBALabout a year ago in Poets
Beautiful Family
You are such a sweet daddy. I see you cradle and nurture your child, waving a fan mildly. I was close to telling you just how beautiful and amazing you are but the moment didn’t present itself exactly.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
In the embrace of southern field
In the amber hush of fields that stretch 'neath endless skies, Where sunlit hours weave through cotton and dust, The heart finds a gentle rhythm in the dance of cows—
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
The Guardian's Mantle
In a dimly lit room where shadows writhe, The elder sister’s hands, steady and sure, Assume the weight of a mother’s mantle—
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Father. AI-Generated.
SO what next we reduce every father to sperm donating parent??? Forgetting the nights he came home and read books to the growing baby bump in the mother’s belly.
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Radiant Compass
In a world often shadowed by uncertainty, there is a child who walks in sunlight, his steps a dance of radiant optimism.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Grace in the wild
In the untamed embrace of a sun-drenched field, where wildflowers bow to the whims of the wind, there lived a child of raw, unbridled spirit,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Sunlit Silk
In the dim light of the hospital room, a new day began with the first cry, and time seemed to pause, a heartbeat stretched across eternity.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets