Family

Number Two. Top Story - July 2024.
Hey.. Can I.. "No, let's do this for HER instead." Oh, Wouldn't it be nice to.. "Oh, what would HE want?" "What would they prefer?"
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
On storming with self-love in July
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
MISSED FITS
why am i so desperately trying to fit in, blend in, sit in, and even "trend" in with crowds of polar opposites to myself,
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
unfinished business. Content Warning.
the log in my eye the shadow i see from the mob comes for me light grows at the eventual horizon to give my unfinished business back to me
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
My Love and Rain
In the gentle patter of the summer rain, I see her silhouette dancing again. Her laughter, like the raindrops, is soft and light.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Camping For a Couple of Days
This week we went to camp for a few days to spend time with my brother and a few of his family. His wife and daughter came with him from Texas. They were coming up to see both his family and hers. His wife's family were having a family reunion.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Sounds Of The Grave. Content Warning.
* Plastered together with duct tape and hope dazed by bright lights and death Plastered to keep me from feeling the rope
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Politics in Love
Politics in Love In the realm where hearts and minds conspire, Where the politics of love ignite desire, A dance of power and passion intertwined,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Home
People live in houses Houses are built in rice fields Rice fields, farms are in villages Villages are pieced together to form a province
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
Women in toxic marriages
This is for all women around the world. Those who are in toxic marriages. Why are you still there? Why are you still with him?
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
mostly ambiguous. Content Warning.
it felt good for a minute, before the crimson sunrise after the calamity. the aftermath not yet calculated and the door slam saved for later,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Ruby and Me
Hello Ruby Lee. Hello Monkeyfeet, Bookie B. Come on ma don’t call me that. Either I call you that or call you fat. But I ain’t big.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets