Family

The Forge Goes Quiet
The day burns down to iron. I lift the bar from the throat of the hearth and carry the small comet to the anvil— a red thought cooling as it travels.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Appalachian winter
The scent of fresh coffee and a Marlboro Intermingle with the smell of fresh winter Creeping down the mountain holler, Finding purchase along the kudzu invading the hillside just the same
By Billy Sandra2 months ago in Poets
Ashes that Remember Our Names
By evening, the room has that orange hush that makes the smallest sounds important— the grate clicking as it cools, the soft sift of ash making snow of the rug’s edge,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
When the Air Begins to Forget. AI-Generated.
The wind no longer hums — it whispers. What was once a golden breath of warmth now carries the scent of iron and frost. Leaves don’t dance anymore;
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Poets
Blood, Memory, and Light
There are things we inherit that are not written in any will. They live quietly in gestures—the way a hand brushes away sorrow, the tilt of a smile, the hum of an old song half-remembered. These are not heirlooms of gold or land; they are the invisible relics of memory, passed through blood.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Poets
Little One, Don’t Forget
Hush now, little one, pull the moonlight up to your chin. The stars are whispering secrets, and I’ve got one to tuck you in.
By Brie Boleyn2 months ago in Poets
Thanks for giving
Families gather this day to remember what is important to them.
By Mark Graham2 months ago in Poets
She Said Goodbye, What If Tomorrow Never Comes?
She stood at the window, tracing the horizon where the plane had vanished into the pale blue. The city felt smaller now, like it had shrunk in the absence of her laughter.
By Melanie2 months ago in Poets
Embrace
“It’s never too late to start over. If you weren’t happy yesterday, try something different today. Don’t stay stuck,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Time And Support
“You are rich, when you are content and happy with what (and who) you have.” Happiness does not rely on material wealth.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
When enough is enough
I've had enough of broken glasses and me bleeding Because of your mistakes I've had enough of you controlling my life Gaslighting afterwards
By Maya Or Tzur2 months ago in Poets
Words They Don’t Say
I used to ask him, when I was a kid, about the war— what it meant to him. ~~~ His smile would falter or alter politely
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Poets