Family

Dawning. Top Story - July 2024.
My mind wanders at night without any real warning It gets up, takes flight often until the morning It chases you in the dark
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 32)
I’m so glad she is cavity free, and her smile was radiant for all to see! Bless her heart and mind with peace, give her steadfast hope with an eternal lease.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Her Epitaph
I can’t touch the hands of dead bodies .. As an empath, I feel the depths of their empty. Like looking down a dark tunnel, knowing there’s an end but not knowing if the end fell to the oceans floor or pulled us into the center of the universe frightened me..
By Charming_Menace 2 years ago in Poets
Stop Him
In the shadows where darkness creeps, A mastermind plots, his secrets keep. He wields his power, unseen, untamed, Leaving trails of fear where once we roamed.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Childhood
"Childhood" by Shahzad Ahmed Sheikh Nurture and cherish memories of every moment of childhood, It was blissful to be part of brotherhood.
By Shahzad Ahmed Sheikh 2 years ago in Poets
Ninety foot ceiling
A Ninety foot ceiling or is it a dome Many of us live without a thought or a care about venturing far from our home or lair
By Donna Morgan 2 years ago in Poets
Agree to Disagree
You made me come here I want you to be here But you took away my computer I own the computer You forced me here I made consequences
By Eileen Davis2 years ago in Poets
Without Pretense. Runner-up in Dialogue Poetry Challenge.
I had a strange and lingering thought, sometime just the other day. A deeply concerning event, most of us sensible folks find.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
The Date
What do you think? "Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress, such a pretty smile!" No, seriously, do you think I have a chance?
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
the last dynamystic. Content Warning.
dynamysticistics and minor inconveniences about his love for my wisdom, always write in the way of his artifice. no brakes;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Casually At War
what was a simple misunderstanding, placed us at opposing ends of such a petty squabble‐ the crows will sing when one has reached the bottom of their bottle
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
The Pop-Up Friend
Her, my best friend: - Me, her not-so-best friend: Hey, I think I am not doing so well. Her, my best friend: What's wrong? Please tell!
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets