Family

My Little Girls
The backyard filled with laughter and talking, With ribbons bow tied in their black tightly curled hair, Their laughter sings, a melody that warm my heart,
By Alecia Harriott2 years ago in Poets
The Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Love: The Boomerang's Promise
Across the horizon, where hopes may stray, In the realm of dreams, where hearts hold sway, There flies a boomerang, in elegant play,
By Aurora Penumbra2 years ago in Poets
In every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
By Lungisani Ngcobo2 years ago in Poets
Pencil and Paper: A Paternal Love. AI-Generated.
In the quiet dawn of morning light, A pencil dances, sleek and bright, Upon the paper, pure and white, A story of paternal might.
By Aurora Penumbra2 years ago in Poets
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love and Fight of a Man. Content Warning.
Certainly! Here is your text converted into a poem with proper grammar: --- There is a man who has been fighting all his life,
By Farhat Naseem2 years ago in Poets
Sight Unseen
Once in the little, quiet town of Willowbrook, settled between moving slopes and murmuring backwoods, she carried on with a young lady named Eliza. Eliza was known for her comforting grin and good nature; she was consistently prepared to help anybody out of luck. Despite her euphoria about helping other people, she conveyed calm trouble, a yearning for an affection she had never known yet frequently longed for.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
The Great Weight-Loss Fiasco
I started on Monday, and my mission was so clear. To shed all the pounds I'd gained through the year. With carrots and lettuce, I filled up my plate.
By Hashan chamara2 years ago in Poets
American Songsmith Christian Parker: Weaving Tales of Hope and Humanity Through Music
Christian Parker, a seasoned American recording artist and guitarist, hails from Canton, a small town nestled near the Canadian border in upstate New York. For over 35 years, his music has resonated with listeners, drawing them in with a captivating blend of melody and rhythm. Parker's songwriting explores a tapestry of emotions - loss, love, and the complexities of life's journey. His lyrics delve into the human condition, painting vivid pictures of trials, triumphs, and the delicate dance of relationships.
By joel ekm2 years ago in Poets
Those Eyes That Don't Smile
I see you Smiling away Trying to make everyone around the table happy Constantly cracking jokes Being sarcastic Trying very hard to be witty
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
The warmth of the early sun beams
Your presence is like the warmth of the early sun beams, I feel heated. In our home, Everything revolves around you. Every day is amazing.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets